All Chapters of Chained To An Enemy Alpha: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

As I pass the training grounds, I see a few men from the Red Moon. They don’t sit. They don’t talk. They stand and watch, as if they’re counting. Their posture is loose, yet it looks like they could spring at any moment. Kian’s favorite men pretend it doesn’t rattle them, but tension sits in their shoulders. We stop in the antechamber of the council hall. “Wait here,” Mara says, then slips through the great door. Beyond it: low voices, wood creaking, the clink of glasses. Then someone laughs. Kian. Tiny beads of sweat prickle my back. My feet tense inside my shoes. There’s nowhere to run. The door opens. Kian stands there, eyes gleaming. “Come on,” he beckons. Something folds up inside my chest, but I move anyway. “We’ve got guests so important you wouldn’t believe it.” His voice is light. His eyes aren’t. In the great hall a long table stretches across the middle, people on both sides. Blackrock’s council sits to the left, Red Moon’s envoys to the right. At the head, the Alph

By morning the whole fortress was on edge. Everyone felt something was coming. The air had a metallic taste, whispers raced along the corridors as if the pack itself knew blood would be spilled today—if not human, then wolf blood. Mara yanked me out of bed without a word. The cold floor bit to the bone, and my heart was already beating faster when I saw that nervous, tight glint in her eyes. “The council has called a meeting. The Alpha will be there,” she said sharply. “They want you, too.” “Me?” My stomach clenched. “Kian wants you.” She didn’t look at me, just slapped my arm to hurry me along. “Some kind of… demonstration.” My stomach was empty, my hands cold, the air in my chest frozen. The word “demonstration” never meant anything good at Blackrock. By the time I reached the great hall, the pack had already ringed the space. In the center, lines carved into the stone gleamed in the torchlight. I never understood the winding symbols etched there—only that if someone w

Morning came too fast, too harsh and too bright, as if dawn itself had crawled onto my face just to drag me out of that short, exhausting, dreamless sleep that felt more like collapsing into half-consciousness. When I opened my eyes, I didn’t even know where I was at first — I just felt my heart pounding against my ribs and a cold, choking fear pressing against my chest, as if the stone walls of my cell were still around me. My body tensed, my lungs froze halfway through a trembling inhale. And then I saw him. Zane stood by the door of the dim room, arms crossed, unmoving, as if he had been watching me for a while. His black coat melted into the shadow of the wall, but his green eyes gleamed in the half-light, and the moment I saw him, my whole body panicked. He didn’t do anything — he simply stood there — yet I recoiled as if he were about to strike. The sheet tangled around my legs, my hands shook, and for a heartbeat I was sure I had fallen back into an old memory where

ZaneAround the fire, all movement slowly died down as my people disappeared toward their tents and guard posts. The orange-red glow of the flames illuminated the trunks of the trees, and whenever the embers flared up, long, twisted shadows slid across the ground. The silence was not complete. The forest never truly is. But now the air carried a strange weight, as if every living thing had drawn in its breath and was holding it.So was I.Because she sat there in front of me.Elariana.Or, as my wolf had begun to murmur more and more often inside my head: Lyra.The meaning of the word vibrated in me: my beloved. Something I had no right to feel. And yet. This raw instinct did not ask permission.I watched as the girl slowly lifted another bite to her mouth with a trembling hand. Every movement was soaked in fear, in uncertainty, in the reflex that at any moment someone might grab her wrist, yank the bowl away, or strike her for daring to take something for herself.That instinct… that

ZaneThe girl woke with a small movement at first. Her eyelashes fluttered, her breathing sped up, and then her pupils widened in sudden panic. She tore her gaze away from me as if my closeness burned.My chest tightened.“Hey… slowly,” I whispered, careful not to frighten her further. “Calm down, Lyra. I’m here.”She flinched at my touch. Yanked her hand away like she’d been bitten by a spider. Panic flooded her eyes, her breathing turned ragged, and she looked at me as if I might strike her at any second. My stomach clenched.“I’m not going to hurt you,” I said quietly. “Never.”But the depth of my alpha voice only made it worse. Her body remembered everything. Every reflex. Every old wound. Everything Kian and that bastard pack had trained into her.“Please…” she whispered, something breaking in her voice. “Don’t… don’t touch me…”Her words cut into me like a cold blade. Not because they were aimed at me, but because someone once forced her to learn them.I leaned back. Slowly, del