Todos los capítulos de Mated to My Enemy: Tamed by the Tyrant Prince: Capítulo 181 - Capítulo 190

DariusThe door groaned as it swung open and the thing walked in again. This time, it was all smiles, it had a bounce in its step, almost like a child who had been given a candy. I hated the fact that the last thing it said before it left the room was a threat to the safety of Kael. I was afraid of what it might have done to him.“What did you do?”“Nothing, your lover is fine. It wouldn’t work if he was dead right? He has to be at least alive, but not in good condition,” he waved, “anyway, we have to go now,” he smiled.“Where are you taking me?”“Well, don’t you want a reunion with the love of your life?” he tilted his head. He waved his fingers and I levitated from my chair, bounded by something I couldn’t see. I soared through the air as he walked out of the room and all I could do was follow him like he was some puppet master tugging expertly and the right strings.We burst into a hallway lit perfectly and I could still see the runes, he wasn’t taking his chances, he etched these

DariusXander hit the ground with the wet thud of a man who’d forgotten how to fly. I didn’t give him a second to recover. While the runes I’d cast still pulsed with a fierce, crimson light, I descended, my feet hitting the dirt with a jarring impact that vibrated up my spine."Darius... wait..." Xander wheezed, his voice bubbling with black ichor. He reached out a hand, his fingers clawing at the air.I didn't wait. I stepped into his space and grabbed his throat."You liked the taste of my magic?" I snarled, my eyes burning with a cold, sapphire flame. "Let’s see how you like the vacuum."I didn't push power into him this time. I pulled.The sensation was revolting. It felt like sticking my hand into a hive of stinging wasps and freezing oil. Xander’s stolen reserves—the elements I’d bombarded him with, the raw mana he’d siphoned—began to flow back into me. I felt his life force, his very essence, being dragged through his pores.Xander’s eyes went wide, his pupils shrinking to pinp

KaelThe bed was cold.I reached out instinctively, my palm smoothing over the silk sheets where Darius should have been, but all I found was the lingering, fading warmth of a body long gone. I sat up, my heart doing a slow, heavy roll in my chest. The digital clock on the nightstand bled 3:14 AM into the darkness."Darius?"Silence. I threw on a pair of sweats and headed into the hall. I didn't need a flashlight; my eyes adjusted to the dark, turning the world into shades of grey and charcoal. I followed the his scent till I found him in the hallway outside the room, but he wasn't moving. He was standing perfectly still, his face inches away from a solid oak wood panel."Babe? What the hell are you doing?"He didn't blink. His eyes were wide, the pupils blown so large they swallowed the iris, leaving only a thin ring of sapphire. He was whispering, the words a frantic, rhythmic blur in a language that sounded like dry leaves skittering over stone."Darius, look at me." I grabbed his

KaelThe echo of the door slamming was still vibrating in the floorboards when I finally found my breath. I stood in the center of the room; my hands clenched into fists so tight my claws were starting to bite into my palms. His scent lingered in the air and it made everything hurt even more."Dammit, Darius," I hissed into the empty room.I turned back to the nightstand. 9:02 AM. The sun was still streaming in, the dust motes dancing in the light as if the world wasn't falling apart. It was a beautiful, normal morning. That was the problem. Darius was seeing monsters in the shadows of a sunny room, and I was the one left trying to hold the walls up.I grabbed a shirt and pulled it over my head, my movements jerky and filled with a restless, angry energy. He was wrong. He had to be wrong. Miller had seen the ruins. It was just the burnout playing tricks on a mind that had been pushed too far. But as I grabbed my keys, the disappointment in his eyes flashed in my mind again. Stay in yo

KaelThe broadsword bit into the wooden training post with a thud that vibrated all the way up to my shoulders. I didn't stop to admire the depth of the cut. I ripped the blade out, pivoted on my heel, and brought it down again, wood splinters flying like shrapnel.I was agitated. No—I was beyond agitated. I was restless in a way that made my wolf want to pace the perimeter of the territory until my paws bled."You’re going to need a new post by noon if you keep that up, Alpha," Drew called out from the edge of the pit. He was leaning against a stone pillar, picking at a callus on his thumb. "Save some of that for the hunt tonight.""The post doesn't talk back," I growled, not breaking my rhythm. "Which makes it better company than half the Council members currently clogging up my hallways."The Fenrir estate was crawling with them. Silver Circle witches, Southern Pack delegates, and every two-bit diplomat looking to get a piece of the alliance. All here for a wedding that felt more l