All Chapters of Mated to the Enemy: Imprisoned by Mate Bond: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Desiree's POV I sit rigidly beside Alpha Gillian on the raised dais, my spine straight, my hands folded neatly on my lap and trust me, Eliana already adjusted my posture like three times now. The fabric of my dress alone can carry all the weight in the world. Layers of luxury meant to perhaps impress a pack that would rather see me dead. I know all of this is a charade. Everyone in this party wants me dead and they're waiting for one perfect opportunity to strike against me. The gown is obscene in its own beauty. A deep obsidian silk hugs my torso before spilling outward into a full skirt embroidered with silver thread and tiny onyx stones that glitter when I move. The bodice is corseted tightly, forcing my shoulders back, my chin high, a posture fit for a Luna. Long sleeves trail slightly past my wrists, sheer lace over my skin, delicate and expensive. Around my waist, a belt of blackened silver clasps like a claim.I am looking like wealth amongst the wolves, beta, lycan's an

Gillian's POV I rush toward Lucius , making a tough strike at his face. The force makes him sink into his king-size bed. My face is filled with unresolved fury, watching him groan out in pain. Desiree is there, staring with wide mouth and eyes. Her clothes are slightly torn and she looks like she is about to cry out in pain. And the scene just makes my jaw clench. He dares try to do anything to my mate? My woman?Oh! Lucius just bit more than he can chew. He laughs hysterically, standing up from the ruined bed. He cleans the blood stain in his mouth, straightening his ankle. “Kind of made my fist work.” He sneers, his eyes not leaving Desiree. “Why are you so furious?” He asks,I wanted to punch him hard in his face again, however, I applied a restraint. “How dare you!” I bark. He stares at me, a smirk tugging at his lips. “Why are you barking? Isn't it clear that your guts irks her? She doesn't want y…”I clench my fist, about to hit him again for the second time but he hold my

Gillian's POV I exhale out anxiously as soon as I am out of my chamber. The scene of yesterday is still playing in my head. How I had tried to avoid the temptation that comes with having her in my room..After I dropped her off my bed, the mate bond flaring and getting hot like it wanted us to have an intimacy that night. My wolf was whimpering, surging through like it wanted to take over and do the job he thinks I am running away from. Desiree was all over me last night, pleading that I have my way with her, but as always, to avoid the situation that happened this morning, I let her off the hook, warned her to stay away from me and equally kept my eyes on her. “Alpha,” I hear a familiar voice call to me. It is my beta, kael. I halt to a stop and adjust my cloak before clearing my throat. “What's the update?”I ask, the moment he meets up with me.“About Elder Dickson,” he starts, making a pause as if waiting to see my reaction. Kael knows my hate for Dickson. I have always hated

Gillian's POV “Don't you dare make my father look like a forsaken thing, Gillian!” Lucius barks as he marches beside me like he owns the ground. Typical Lucius. I cared less anyway.The corridor that leads to the dungeon is dim. I intentionally make it that way, so as to avoid people from entering the space and getting into the hands of my father. That is the least I can do to this pack that does not respect my presence in the pack. He doesn’t like it here and I can smell it on him, I can smell his fear and unease beneath his arrogance.“You're the one parading our father like a forsaken thing in front of the council!” I counter.“You dragged me away from council for this?” Lucius mutters. “If this is another attempt to scare me into submission…”“It isn’t,” I cut him off, my voice echoing coldly as we walk. We stop before the final iron gate and behind it, the low, grittal breathing begins. I watch as Lucius goes still, but I am not even fazed because I already know that this

Gillian's POV Desiree lies in the center of my bed, unmoving except for the slow rise and fall of her chest. The healer's bandages wrap around her throat in clean white layers that look too bright against her skin. She has always been fierce, but now, seeing her like this feels wrong for me. I feel like I am the cause of this. It should have been prevented. Standing on Lucius not seeing my father could have been avoided, however, things went south when Desiree was in the building. I don't know if I will be able to ever forgive myself if anything at all happens to her. It isn't in plan and it will never be in my plan. I adjust the strand of hair on her face, tucking it to her ear. “Her pulse is stabilizing,” the medic says quietly from the other side of the room, as if seeing through my worried face. “The toxin is still working through her system, but the antidote is counteracting it.”“How long,” my voice comes out more hoarse than I intend. I watch as the medic went silent for