บททั้งหมดของ Mated to the Enemy: Imprisoned by Mate Bond: บทที่ 101 - บทที่ 110

Desiree’s POV By the time four o’clock rolls around, the gallery is finally so cool. The interns have gone to the lower hall for their art history lecture, and the heavy lifting for the day is done.I'm sitting at the large mahogany desk in my back office, the floor-to-ceiling windows behind me glowing with the afternoon soon. My heels are kicked off under the desk, and I’m slowly sipping a cup of black tea while checking the budget sheet for the grand opening.The door opens without a knock, and Ronan walks in. He isn’t carrying his clipboard this time. Instead, he has two small brown paper bags in his hands, smelling faintly of fried dough and cinnamon from the little bakery down the street.“Peace offering,” he says, tossing one of the bags onto my desk. He drops into the leather chair opposite me, stretching his long legs out and crossing them at the ankles. “You’ve been staring at that ledger for three hours, Des. Your eyes are going to turn into little dollar signs if you don

Gillian's POV “How the hell are you coping, man?”Rhydian’s rough voice comes from behind me, followed by a heavy slap on my shoulder. I don’t turn away from the water immediately. I just stare out at the lake, watching the small waves lap against the wooden dock. The cool breeze is a relief, but even out here, the thick, messy tangle of my life follows me.Just without my damn knowledge. “I’m not,” I grumble, taking a slow sip from the glass of ale in my hand. “I’m one mistake away from throwing my brother and his new woman into the lake, and if Seraphina says the word ‘baby’ one more time in that fake, sweet voice, I might lose my mind completely.”Rhydian lets out a loud, booming laugh that echoes across the shore. He leans his big frame against the wooden railing next to me, his sharp eyes scanning the porch where the women are gathered as if my life right now is a sickening joke to him. Crazy crazy “You’ve got a circus on your hands, Gillian,” Rhydian says, his tone softenin

Desiree’s POV The next morning after the blasting evening with Lyra is really quiet and with a suffocating tension that fills the whole place. Gillian is everything for me. Honestly, I need to sing praises every single time because he definitely knows my calm. According to the head housemaid, Lucius took Freya into the main town to show her the high-end jewelry shops, obviously, she's all about that, and Seraphina is reportedly still sleeping off the "exhaustion" of yesterday’s outdoor excursion.I stand in the center of our bedroom, buttoning up a soft, cream-colored knitted cardigan over a simple tank top and pair of comfortable dark jeans. My hair is tied up in a loose, messy bun, a few stray pieces framing my face. There is no gallery work today,and the treaty spreadsheets can wait until the afternoon. For the first time in weeks, I feel like I can just breathe under the courtesy of Lyra. To her quote ‘My children's godmother shouldn't be stressed too much.’And honestly, th

Desiree’s POV “It was a setup,” Gillian says as soon as he enters the room again, slamming the door shut behind him.I'm already dressed, fastening the buckle of my belt. I'm ready to go to work because even though the healer is dead, the treaty work won't do itself. The grand opening is just around the corner, and prestigious people from the neighboring territories are signing up with us before the party comes up. I can't let a murder derail the future of this pack, no matter how much chaos is happening under my own roof.“Babe,” I call, stepping toward him and trying to calm his nerves down with a gentle pat on his chest.Gillian’s heart is hammering against his ribs like some trapped beast, his jaw so tight I’m worried his teeth might even have a crack. He runs a massive hand through his hair, pacing the length of our bedroom floor.“It's just insane. Freaking insane that nobody is to be trusted in this place anymore. How could I even let my guard down?” Gillian's worried voic

Desiree’s POV The grand opening of the treaty program is only a few days away, and the first wave of Southern alphas is set to arrive by evening, which makes it normal for me to be very awake this morning. The house is a total mess of servants running around with fresh linens, cooks screaming in the kitchen, and guards checking the perimeter every five minutes.I walk down the grand staircase, wearing a simple but elegant dark blue dress with a soft cream cardigan over my shoulders. My hair is swept up securely, and I have my folder of guest lists tucked tightly under my arm. I am determined to get through this day without choking anyone.But of course, my good mood is entirely cut short the moment I reach the bottom of the stairs.Seraphina is standing near the large arched window in the foyer, holding a cup of herbal tea. She’s wearing a loose, flowing white gown that makes her baby bump look as big as a house. The moment she hears my leg hit the floor, her face shifts from a s