All Chapters of MATED TO THE ENEMY ALPHA: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

ElaraWar came faster than I feared.My pack had survived many threats—but not Ironfang’s Alpha at his full wrath. And I wasn’t ready to be the cause of it.When I saw the council, I knew shit had hit the ceiling. He had even brought the diremanes. My mother begged me not to come out as I stood at the edge of the room, Lior clutching my chest, my heart pounding so loudly I feared he could hear it.I had sworn never to let Draven see him.At least not until I was strong enough. Not until I was ready to face the man who shattered me. Who rejected me. But he was here already and Draven was not the kind of Alpha who could be reasoned with when blood was on his mind.When I saw him attack that warrior. I knew he was serious and he was going to attack Anton next. I had to do something… the only thing I knew—I looked down at my son. At the living proof of one the night that he said had meant nothing.And I just knew—If I stayed silent, Thornshade would burn. And, If I stepped forward, eve

DravenShe came to me dripping wet.Has she seen herself? Elara was a seductive walking disaster.Water clung to her red long hair, tracing the curve of her throat, soaked through thin fabric that left nothing to the imagination. It took a lot for me not to stare at her nipples. For one brutal second, all I could think of was how she looked beneath me two years ago—soft, and shaking.“Fuck, Draven,” I cursed inwardly. I was getting hard.She told me what happened. About Zuri. About the dress.I didn’t believe it. Or maybe I didn’t want to. Could Zuri do that? And then, when she asked for permission, I didn’t even know what she meant. But I granted it anyway. Because I didn’t want her looking like that in the same space. After she left, Karl asked why I didn’t ask what she wanted. I just shrugged. There’s no way I’m letting anyone know that Thornshade healer was affecting me but I stood there longer than necessary cleaning a weapon that didn’t need cleaning, telling myself to get a g

ElaraLior whimpered in his sleep. Draven stirred beneath him, also half-asleep but his arm tightened instinctively around him.My son whimpered again, his fingers twitching where they clutched Draven’s shirt, his knuckles whitening, then loosening again.Draven wakes up immediately, sensing something was wrong obviously. “Easy, little cub,” he murmured. “I’ve got you, I’ve got you.”His eyes close again as he gently falls asleep. I go to tap him and his eyes flashed open, hands tightening around my wrists. His Alpha’s instincts sure on alert.“It’s me, Draven, it’s me,” I whispered slowly.He lets go of my wrists and rubs Lior’s face. “What’s wrong?”I slowly pull back Lior’s fabric aside exposing his collarbone. He switched his head on Draven’s chest, and the rash darkened, curling inward, lines forming where there should have been none.Draven sucked in a sharp breath. “What’s that? That wasn’t there before.”I stood, pacing as dread settled in my stomach. “We call it the first mar

DravenI wake up to a warm mouth and bright eyes. Lior was practically sucking on my nose.I chuckled.“Hi, little cub,” I said softly rubbing his head. Then I remembered the rash and checked.It was gone. I sighed. Elara was working up for nothing. I looked at Lior as he tries to lick my face again. He was practically an angel. LiorI loved the name. It meant light but I didn't tell Elara. I wouldn't tell her.My wolf stirred happily at our youngling.Then that heavenly scent slams into me. Elara.I could smell her before she knocked on the door. She smelled like a blend of honey and lavender and something else… something intoxicating.“She smells so good. Sometimes it drives me crazy.” I whispered to Lior like he could understand me.”He licks my face again like it’s a confirmation.I laughed. She knocks again and I grabbed Lior to go get the door.I opened the door to a dripping Elara.By the moon goddess, why was she always wet?“Why are you always dripping?”No! No! That wasn’t

Draven Elara began packing supplies— potions, elixirs, weird books that look like Astra’s grimoires. I watched as she moved around their house.Her mother’s words echoed in my mind. “The rash will worsen if Lior isn’t treated with the Bloodbloom Petal and it grows only in—““… the Hollowed Vale,” I had said.I see her go into a room that seemed like hers. My feet followed before I could even stop myself. I see her picking up a short knife from the room and I realize she thinks she’s coming with me. I walk behind her and snatch the bag of supplies out of her hand.“What do you think you’re doing?” I asked.“Getting ready to leave,” she answered, softly. “Don’t even think about it, Elara.” I said.“There’s no way I’m not going,” she said, trying to collect the bag but as easily I restricted her with one arm.“The hollowed vale is dangerous,” she said to me. At that moment, I burst out laughing. What?I laughed so loud, I just couldn’t help it. Elara telling me the hollowed vale was