MATED TO THE ENEMY ALPHA のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 1 - チャプター 10

ELARA'S POVHis claws hovered just inches from my throat.I gulp. My eyes were wide with fear, and if I so much as breath wrongly…I'm dead. And the man who held my life in his hands was no other person than—Alpha Draven Blackthorn of Ironfang.*****The moon bled tonight as I watched Ironfang and my pack—Thornshade after years of hatred clash as swords and claws tear down flesh. The packs had never stood on the same ground without blood being spilled. But today, they were fighting a common enemy.The Grand Alpha had called a council meeting because of the rogue wolf known as Volkava whose recent attacks had gotten bolder. I went with my brother, Anton, who is the Beta to our Alpha— Mateo Thornshade.As I stood behind Anton, the ironfang wolves sat opposite us, their dark armor glinting under the lights. They radiated violence, and I could feel their aura from here—like predators barely restraining the urge to lunge at us. Their Alpha hadn't arrived yet.And then, there he was—walkin

DRAVEN'S POVI couldn't sleep.My mind burned. I couldn't get her out of my head. It’s been hours since I caught she be thrown in the cells, yet her scent—wild lavender, honey and something spicy—lingered. The more I tried to forget— the stronger it grew. I remember the faint feeling of the bond I felt when I held her hands…“Damn!” I muttered, rising from the bed.I was going to see the woman who removed sleep from my eyes.The guards outside stiffened as I approached her cell. When I reached her, she was awake, sitting cross-legged on the floor, hair all over her face. She didn't move.“I see you're awake,” I said, leaning against the bars.Her eyes lifted slowly, “It’s hard to sleep when my brother’s life depends on a herb I don’t have.”I smirked. “You mean the one you thought you could steal from my lands?”Her chin tilted, unflinching. “I wasn't stealing. I acted. Anton's dying, and he needs the silverbloom.” Pause. “But perhaps that would please you, Alpha.”Her tone was shar

ELARA'S POVThe room was unexpectedly beautiful— white stone walls, silver drapes framing a wide window that overlooked the mountains and It smelled of cedar and flowers.“This is beautiful for someone who isn't welcome.” I said, admiring the big room.“You’re not. Stay inside,” Karl said, his voice firm. "No one here wants you, Thornshade. Don’t give them a reason to remember that.” And he shuts the door.For hours, I laid on the bed thinking about my family. Anton's already going crazy—I know that. We've never been apart for long. Growing up, I was attached to his hip. His friends made fun of him as he always let me tag along but he was never bothered. I wanted to be as good as him growing up. He was a star student, the skilled one, the one who made friends easiest.I laugh as I remember my father saying. “You might not know how to wield a sword or be as good as your brother but your sharp wit and sharp mouth will take you places, Elara.”I didn’t move for hours. Not even when food

ELARA'S POVTwo weeks and three days had passed since that night.Two weeks and three days since I woke up naked in Draven's bed and him dismissing me like us having sex meant nothing. Like I was some tramp.I felt humiliated. I hurriedly dressed and ran out.He hadn’t spoken to me since. Not a word, not a glance in my direction. It was like he was avoiding me on purpose, and every day, that silence gnawed at me.Thankfully, Karl had been the one handling my work schedule now. He wasn't nice to me either but at least he wasn't sending me to feed beasts that could rip me apart. I'd heard of the Diremanes before but never seen one. The moment I went close—one lunged at me and cut me but luckily it was grazed but I bled for a while. Their claws were extremely sharp but I got through to them. I wasn't expecting Draven and when he cleaned my wounds and held me—my entire body burned for his touch.The bond flared and we seized the moment but a certain Alpha would disagree.Zuri passed by t

ELARA'S POVIt was so sunny this morning as I sat with my back against the wall, watching my son wobble across the room. He almost trips…“Careful, Lior,” I murmured, smiling as he giggled before falling onto his bottom. He didn’t cry. He rarely cries. He only looked up at me with those too-knowing eyes, blinking as if the world amused him. I crossed over to him, kneeling and pulling him into my arms. He smelled of pine and earth—Ironfang scents that no amount of Thornshade herbs could mask.“Mama… outside.” Lior said pointing out the window.“My little Starling, soon. Very soon we will,” I said gently, brushing his hair back. I wanted to feel the sun. I wanted to feel the moon on my skin but the truth haunted me— no matter how far I ran, no matter how carefully I hid, fate had carved Draven Blackthorn into my son’s bones.A slight knock on the door came before Anton walked in. Lior rushes to him, staggering a little on his little feet all the while opening his arm wide to be carried