All Chapters of His Mate, His Enemy: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

SAPHRA’S POV“No…” I whisper, though the word barely forms.My legs refuse to hold me.My hands tremble violently as they press against the wound in my stomach, trying to keep the blood from spilling through my fingers. It’s everywhere now, sticky and warm.My vision flickers. Darkness creeps in at the edges. I try to breathe through it.But even that feels wrong.I tilt my head back against the tree, staring up at the canopy above me. The leaves blur together into a shifting mass of shadows and pale moonlight.The moon.It hangs above me, distant and cold, its light barely filtering through the dense forest.For a moment, everything is quiet.No shouting.No clashing steel.No screams.Just the sound of my ragged breathing and the slow, steady drip of blood hitting the forest floor.I should move.I know I should move.But I can’t.My body is done.Completely, utterly done.A bitter laugh catches in my throat, turning into a weak cough.“So this is it…” I murmur.Alone.Bleeding out

LUCIEN’S POVPain is the first thing I know.A grinding, relentless ache that wraps around my entire body like iron bands, tightening with every breath I take.My head throbs. My chest feels like it’s been split open and stitched back together wrong.And my wrists....gods.My wrists burn.I try to move.The moment I do, metal bites into my skin.A harsh, unyielding resistance jerks my arms short, sending a jolt of pain shooting up to my shoulders.Chains.My eyes snap open.The ceiling above me swims into view, stone, dimly lit by flickering candlelight. Shadows crawl along the edges of the room, stretching and twisting.I inhale sharply, big mistake.My ribs protest violently, forcing the breath back out in a strained hiss.What…?I turn my head slowly and carefully.My arms are spread slightly from my sides, wrists bound in heavy iron shackles. The chains run down to the frame of the bed beneath me, thick and unbreakable.My ankles, same.Bound and restrained.A cold wave of confus

SAPHRA’S POV“Still fighting it,” she responds quietly.“I’m not fighting anything,” I say flatly. “I’ve already decided.”She doesn’t respond immediately.“You’re lying.”My jaw tightens.“I’m not.”“You are,” she says simply.I turn to face her, anger flaring.“You don’t get to tell me how to react.”“No,” she agrees. “But I know how you feel.”Her gaze is steady like she’s looking straight through me.“If you were truly certain,” she continues, “you wouldn’t still be coming back questioning me repeatedly about the same thing.”“I’m not questioning it,” I snap. “I’m rejecting it.”“Then why haven’t you walked away?”The question hits harder than I expect.I hesitate just for a second.Eira steps closer.“Because part of you already knows,” she says softly.“Knows what?” I demand.“That there’s more to the truth than what you’ve allowed yourself to believe.”My chest tightens.“No,” I say, shaking my head. “There isn’t. I saw what he did. I lived it. I am still leaving it.”“And yet,

LADY SERAPHINE POVThey said the palace was unstable, they said the Alpha was compromised, they said I should delay my arrival but I came anyway.Because power doesn’t wait for the perfect moment.It takes it.The gates open before me with all the grandeur expected of a place clinging desperately to order. Stone towers stretch high into the sky, banners snapping in the wind, still proud, still defiant, still pretending nothing has changed.But I see it.The doubled guard rotations.No, tripled.The tension in the air, coiled tight beneath polished surfaces. The way soldiers hold their weapons just a little too firmly. The way servants move too quickly with eyes lowered and voices hushed.Fear, uncertainty, weakness.I step forward, my heels striking the stone with measured precision, my entourage falling into perfect formation behind me. Twenty of them handpicked.A statement.My gown brushes against the ground like liquid, every thread chosen for impact, every detail calculated. My h

LUCIEN’S POVSomething is wrong. The thought doesn’t come gently, it tears through me.I wake with a gasp, my body jerking upright before my mind can catch up. Sweat clings to my skin, my chest heaving as if I’ve just run for miles.My hand presses against my chest instinctively.There, that’s where it is. That sharp, hollow pain that wasn’t there before. My breathing turns uneven.The bond It feels..... Wrong.Not broken but stretched.“Saphra.”Her name leaves my lips before I can stop it.I’m already moving.The door slams open so hard it cracks against the wall, splintering wood and echoing down the corridor. I barely register it.Nothing matters except, Her.Find her, now.The hallway blurs as I run.Servants jump out of my way, startled, terrified. I hear voices and shouts but they’re distant, meaningless noise.“Sire!”“Alpha!”Ignored, all of it.My feet hit the stone hard and fast, each step driven by something deeper than thought.The bond pulses again.Empty.I reach the to