All Chapters of Bound to the Enemy Alpha: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Chapter Twenty TwoRohan POVFor a full second, I shut my brain and refused to process what my eyes were showing me.Ella on my bed, sweaty, flushed, naked and breathing like she’d just run a marathon straight into sin.When she smiled, my entire being knew this was not the harmless fantasy I’d assumed my body conjured up in exhaustion.I jerked back, heart ramming into my ribs. The entire world slammed into focus so quick it made me dizzy.“What the hell are you doing here?” I asked again, the words tearing out of me, as raw as possible.She tilted her head, lips curving into a soft, maddening smile. “We just consummated our marriage, Rohan. Isn’t it obvious?”I stared at her trying to piece together how the night had gone so catastrophically wrong. My breath hitched with a mix of shock and disgust, while anger buried beneath both.“You entered my room without my permission,” I ground out slowly, voice low but shaking. “You climbed into my bed. You touched me while I was half-asleep—

Chapter Twenty FourRohan POVAvoidance had become my new routine—my survival instinct, my peacekeeping tactic, and frankly, my best decision in weeks. Sharing a roof with Ella was already an outright hazard; sharing air with her after that night was a nightmare I didn’t want to relieve. For days, I’d managed it flawlessly.If she walked around the palace, I was in my study with the door locked and headphones in. It was the kind of Do Not Disturb energy that even Nikolai didn’t dare test. If she lingered near the dining hall, I switched meals to my office. If she was in the garden, I suddenly remembered important business in the city. If she breathed somewhere within ten feet of me, I found somewhere else to breathe.I was a grown man running strategic ops in my own home just to avoid my wife. Worst of all, no one had to suspect and even Nikolai had no clue why.He'd once asked, once, “Alpha I don’t mean to question you but I thought the earlier arrangement was to pretend the love is

Chapter Twenty SixElla POVGrand Alpha Lazi’s house swallowed sound.That was the first thing I noticed the moment we stepped inside. The doors closed behind us in a way that felt ceremonial, almost judicial, as though we had crossed into a courtroom disguised as a home. The walls were carved stone, veined with age and authority, decorated with relics of past reigns—weapons mounted like trophies, banners stitched with victories, portraits of alphas long dead but clearly not forgotten.This wasn’t a residence. It was a monument of existence. Lazi walked ahead of us, hands clasped behind his back, posture straight despite the years he carried. Rohan followed at his right, Nikolai a step behind, guards fanning out at a respectful distance. And me—walking slightly behind, my heels clicking softly against the stone floor, every step trying not to bother anyone.“You see,” Lazi began, his voice echoing faintly, “this wing was built after the Northern Conflict. I had it expanded to house c

Chapter Twenty EightElla POVAmanda did not waste time pretending.The moment she realized escape was off the table, her lips curved into a smile that was all teeth and no warmth. She adjusted the scarf covering half her face, not to hide anymore, but to perform. Subtlety had never been her strength. Optics were.“Well,” she drawled, voice deliberately loud enough to carry down the corridor, “if it isn’t Ella.”I felt the shift in the air, the kind that prickles against your skin like a warning. Laughter faded a little too abruptly around us. A cluster of voices hushed, then resumed at a pitch just low enough to pretend discretion. That was how Amanda always entered a space, with the expectation that attention would rearrange itself around her.I turned slightly, intending to excuse myself, when I caught the flash of recognition in her eyes. She was smiling. Her gaze swept over me from head to toe, once, twice, as if she needed to confirm I was real and not some inconvenient hallucin

Chapter ThirtyAmanda POV I didn’t follow her. It was not because I couldn’t but I wasn't sure there was any need to.Ella had always been predictable that way. She was proud, dramatic and now she was heart broken. I pictured her as the kind of woman who walked away as if she was choosing dignity, when in reality she was simply running to lick her wounds somewhere private. I watched her retreating back into the grandeur of the estate, her spine too straight, her chin lifted just a little too high, and I smiled to myself.She looked okay, but those words were never going to come out of my mouth. The idea of misery was exactly how I wanted her to look.For a while, I stayed where I was, pretending to check messages on my phone, pretending I hadn’t just unloaded every poisonous thought I’d been carrying since the last time her name had crossed my path. My heart was still beating faster than normal. It was pure satisfaction increasing the tempo of my heartbeat. I replayed her face in m