Mated to the Enemy: Imprisoned by Mate Bond のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 111 - チャプター 119

Desiree’s POV“With you next to me? Always,” he whispers against my skin. “Let's go show them who rules the North.”The doors of the reception hall are thrown wide open by five o'clock sharp and cold breeze sweeps into the room, bringing in the peaceful breeze we didn't know we needed. I can hear the sounds of carriage wheels and horses going down the driveway. I smile. They are finally here. Gillian stands right beside me, his large hand coming down to clasp mine for a brief, reassuring second before he pulls his shoulders back, stepping into his full pha posture. How can I ring it a thousand times that I love my husband?I smooth down the front of my sapphire gown, taking a deep breath to settle the tiny flutter of nerves in my stomach. Tonight is about something really special to me. It's about how the business at the art treaty is blooming and how I am in my own element with no one trying to disrupt. And honestly, I am more surprised to hear Lyra tell me that she's not goi

Desiree's POV The night of the Treaty Gala is finally here.Umph!I stand in front of the full-length mirror in our bedroom, my hands shaking just a little bit as I smooth down the front of my dress. For all my feisty words and confidence yesterday, a small knot of nerves is still right there in my stomach doing flip and flop right now. You really can't blame me, can you?This is like the biggest event I have ever organized for the Northern pack. It's huge!The entire future of our trade routes, our alliance with the south, and my own standing as the Luna depends on tonight going really smoothly without any disruption. I chose a magnificent gown for this evening, it is a flowing, off-the-shoulder emerald green silk dress that matches the deep color of the North but retains the elegant tailoring of my Southern home. My hair is pinned up in an intricate bun with tiny silver pins that catch the light, and a simple silver necklace rests against my collarbone.The bathroom door opens

Desiree’s POV “I was wondering if you would honor me by going out on a date with me tonight, Desiree?” For a second, I just stand there, completely frozen. My mind goes completely blank as I stare at the silver card sitting on the counter, then back up at Alpha Julian's smug, handsome face. I am so shocked by his boldness that I can't even find my voice right away. Did this man really just walk into my gallery, in the middle of my husband's territory, and ask me out on a date? I let out a sharp, breathless laugh, my hand coming up to touch the necklace at my throat as my guards quickly snap right back into place. “A date?” I repeat, raising an eyebrow at him, my voice completely clear and filled with total disbelief. “Alpha Julian, I am incredibly flattered by your interest in our business, but surely you must know that I am married. I am the Luna of the Northern Pack. My husband is Alpha Gillian.” I spell it out to him. Julian doesn't even act all surprised, or embarra

Desiree's POV I suddenly want to wrap my fingers around the glass water pitcher on the table and smash it right over Lucius’s smug head.He is doing this on purpose.“You have a very disgusting mouth, Lucius,” I snap, my voice carrying a cold whisper that completely cuts through his purring tone. I stand up slowly, smoothing down my clothes, my eyes drilling straight into his. “There is nothing private or romantic about a formal trade negotiation. Alpha Julian is a prestigious client from the West, and we are reviewing the textile agreements that are going to fund this pack’s winter supplies. If your tiny, rotten brain can only see a scandal in a business dinner, then you are even more useless to this territory than I thought.”Lucius doesn't lose his smirk. He slowly steps further into the office, his eyes scanning the cutlery and the elegant linen cloth that Julian’s beta laid out. Cunning as fuck, he tilts his head, a dry, mocking chuckle leaving his lips. “Oh, come now, Desiree

Desiree povI feel myself in darkness while I struggle to pull back slowly into whatever would make my eyes open widely. My head feels incredibly heavy, a dull, throbbing ache pulsing right behind my temples. The first thing that comes back to me is some fresh scent. I blink my eyes open, the bright candlelight of our bedroom making my vision blur for a few seconds.“Des? Oh, goddess, Des, stay still.”Gillian’s deep, rough voice cuts through the quiet room. It sounds completely strained, cracked with a sincere kind of panic I have never heard from him before. As my eyes finally focus, I realize I am lying flat on our bed, tucked tightly under the blankets.Sitting right on the side of the mattress is Gillian. His shoulders are completely hunched over, his hair a total, messy wreck as if he’s been yanking his fingers through it for hours. His face is pale, his eyes wide and filled with a fierce, terrifying worry.Standing right behind him, leaning over the bedpost, are Lyra and R