Mated to the Enemy: Imprisoned by Mate Bond のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 51 - チャプター 60

Gillian’s POV “We can't be doing this.” Desiree let out a shaky breath as I sniff into her collarbone, taking in her scent. Trust me, I have no idea why I am doing this. Why I want to be in Desiree's skin but what I surely know is that my wolf is taking control without even making any sounds. Since when has he learnt to outrun me? Making decisions before I can even think straight and now, inside a very trivial matter, I cannot seem to have restraint and respect for myself to stay away from her.“What are we doing, Desiree?” I whisper and a soft moan escapes her lips. I open my eyes just to get a reaction from her, however, her eyes are shut tightly with her legs almost clamping on each other. I have never seen her this way. I have never seen her succumbing to me, even when she was drunk, she didn't even allow it. She kept on pushing me off her body as though I were a plague and now, all of a sudden, I am having an effect on her. “Do me the favor and allow me to kiss your lips, De

Desiree’s POV The moment Seraphina's accusation leaves her mouth, the entire room turns towards me. “...then perhaps Desiree knows something about it.”Everywhere remains silent and I feel dozens of eyes settle on me— both guards, servants and the members. Even Lucius watches me with that calm, thoughtful smile that always makes my skin crawl with irritation. For a second, I simply blink because the accusation is so ridiculous that I almost expect someone to laugh and tell me all of these is a joke or a word to pull my legs. However, no one does. The woman in front of me — Macy's mother — stares at me with wide, furious eyes. Her chest rises and falls rapidly, and I can see the panic under her anger. “My daughter,” she demands. “Where is she? Where did you keep her? What have you done to her?!” Her questions leave me in the middle with my stomach tightening. Macy? Even though she is Gillian and Lucius's cousin, she is also my family. The nine year old, with messy curls and a la

Chapter Fifty FiveGillian's POV I stare at Desiree for the last time and she gives me a knowing nod before I close the door with a soft click. I ruffle my hair, my eyes roaming around as a frustrated sigh escapes my lips. I walk along the corridor that leads to the council hall , flanking my robe as Kael keeps mute behind me. Perhaps he knows I am not in those moods for unnecessary conversation. My head is full because there is too much room to replay everything that just happened. Macy. Missing. A child who has grown up under my roof, running through these halls like she owns them, laughing at things that makes no sense and asking questions no one wants to answer. Nine fucking years old with the sharpest mouth I have ever known and somehow, she just suddenly disappears out of blue and her disappearance has already turned into a weapon fashioned against Desiree. They always make everything about them. I inhale and exhale, slowing slightly as we approach the large carved door

Gillian’s POV Dinner tastes like nothing after the council meeting. The long dining table stretches across the center of the hall. Macy's mother sits at the far end of the table, her shoulders trembling every few minutes as quiet sobs escape her. Her eyes are red and swollen from crying, but she refuses to leave the hall.She keeps glancing toward the doors as if Macy might suddenly walk in. As if everything will turn out to be a terrible misunderstanding.Lucius sits comfortably beside her. He eats slowly, elegantly, like a man attending a pleasant evening gathering rather than sitting in the middle of a family crisis.Seraphina sits across from him, her posture perfect as ever, her expression soft and sympathetic. Every few minutes she murmurs something gentle to Macy’s mother, offering comfort in a quiet voice.I sit at the head of the table, my plate is untouched, my mind keeps returning to the council chamber.The shouting. The accusations and the final decision.“The ritual w

Gillian’s POV My thoughts keep circling the same thing over and over until it feels like a blade scraping the inside of my skull. I cannot believe all the possibilities that are coming in my head about Desiree. Desiree, gone. Macy, missing. Or was she missing too?I should be furious with only the elders right now. I should be hunting every guard who lets her leave. I should be tearing the entire palace apart until someone gives me an answer.Instead, I am walking these halls like a man split open, because one thought keeps returning no matter how hard I try to kill it off. “What if she did it?”My jaw tightens so hard it aches and I hear the growl of my wolf inwardly. Ever since the incident happened, the news in the morning, he has not even made a sound. Perhaps he is also stipend as I am. But no, I force the thought back again. Desiree is reckless, stubborn, sharp tongued, infuriating. She can be cold when she wants to be, due to what life gives her, and when she is cornere