บททั้งหมดของ Revenge With The Enemy Alpha : บทที่ 71 - บทที่ 80

KEALAfter breakfast on Sunday, our last full day at the mountain I took Gina's hand and led her out of the living room. I didn’t tell Gina where we were going.I simply led her through a quieter wing of the lodge, past corridors most guests never wandered into. The wood underfoot was older here, darker with age, the air cooler. Even the sound changed; muted, respectful, like the building itself understood the weight it carried.“What’s back here?” she asked softly.“A place we don’t open lightly,” I replied. “But you should see it.”We stopped before a tall, carved door etched with wolves in motion; running, standing guard, circling one another. I pushed it open.The Hall of Bloodlines breathed out at us. Here was the room that carried so much history. It wasn’t grand in a loud way. It was reverent. The ceiling rose higher than the rest of the lodge, supported by thick beams darkened with time. Light filtered down through narrow skylights, catching on glass cases and stone pedestals

GINAThe storm broke as we were clearing the dinner plates. A low rumble rolled across the sky, followed by a sudden, violent downpour that lashed against the windows. The wind howled, a mournful sound that only made the warm glow of the fireplace seem more sacred. Keal stoked the flames, adding another log, then opened the large, soft blanket we kept on the sofa. He didn’t ask; he simply held it out, and I walked into his arms, letting him wrap us both inside our own private world.We settled on the thick rug before the hearth, my back to his chest, his legs bracketing mine. The blanket was a cocoon. The firelight danced over the stone and painted his arms, wrapped around me, in shifting gold. I could feel the steady, strong beat of his heart against my spine. For a long time, we just listened to the rain and the crackle of the fire, our breathing syncing into one slow, peaceful rhythm.It felt like a threshold. The end of our secluded retreat, the last quiet night before returning t

KEALBy the time my eyes opened slowly on Monday morning I felt I had rested enough; thereby achieving the aim for the getaway. Truly rested.For a moment I didn’t move. The mountain air still carried that crisp pine scent even inside the lodge. The storm had passed. Sunlight filtered through the tall windows, soft and golden, touching everything gently.I turned my head slightly.It was after eight.And Gina was still asleep.Her hand rested over my chest, fingers relaxed against my skin as if even in sleep she needed to feel my heartbeat. Her hair spilled across the pillow in dark waves, catching the morning light in quiet strands of bronze. Her lashes rested against her cheeks, long and still. Her breathing was slow, steady…peaceful.She looked… exquisite as ever. In the way something sacred simply exists.Happiness moved through my chest so suddenly it almost startled me. Just looking at her filled me with something I had once believed I didn’t deserve.A fated mate.I studied he

GINABy the time Serena arrived, my palms were already damp. It was ridiculous.I had stood before pack elders. I had faced whispers, scrutiny, even quiet hostility. I had survived humiliation and uncertainty and the terrifying vulnerability of loving an Alpha.And yet, the sound of the doorbell that Tuesday morning made my stomach twist like I was about to sit for an exam I hadn’t prepared for.“Relax,” Debbie muttered from the couch, eyeing me over the rim of her mug. “You look like you’re about to negotiate a peace treaty.”“It feels like one,” I murmured.Because it wasn’t just about dresses.It was about being seen, all eyes were going to be on me on the day of the party.When Layla opened the door.Serena stood there in a fitted beige jumpsuit, her curls pinned elegantly at the nape of her neck. On one hand, she carried a structured portfolio case. In the other, two large garment bags. Behind her, her assistant wheeled in a rack covered in protective cloth.“Luna,” she greeted w

GINABy evening that day, my nerves from the morning had melted into something lighter.Excitement as we continued with the party plans when Debbie and I, including my friend, Miranda left for the caterer’s tasting.The venue sat just outside the main market district; a renovated stone building with warm lighting, polished wooden tables, and the unmistakable aroma of butter, herbs, and slow-roasted meat floating through the air.The moment we stepped inside, Debbie inhaled dramatically.“Oh, I already love it here.”Miranda laughed softly. “I can see you love anywhere that smells like food.”“I love excellence,” Debbie corrected with mock dignity.I shook my head, smiling as we were guided to a long rectangular tasting table set just for us. Small labeled cards sat in front of each dish like proud little introductions.“Luna,” the caterer began respectfully.“Gina,” I corrected gently, smiling.He nodded. “Gina. Tonight, we explore balance; pack tradition and personal preference.”“T