Todos os capítulos de Mated to the Enemy: Imprisoned by Mate Bond: Capítulo 61 - Capítulo 70

Chapter Sixty One Desiree’s POVI pull the hoody tighter, trying to blend into the large, abstract sculpture in front of us. I am in Lyra's private gallery. Around us, the elite is all colorful with oil paint and expensive champagne. I feel exposed, every vibration of a closing door sounding makes my heart jump as I stare back in fear. “You're vibrating , Desiree,” Lyra murmurs, not looking at me as she adjusts the lightning on a portrait of a weeping willow. “If you don't relax your shoulders, you'll draw more eyes than if you were screaming.”She is right. I am vibrating. We've been on the road for a while now, a night and still, I can't get the fear off my mind. This is actually the umpteenth time that I will shiver, staring at my back in fear. “I can't help it,” I whisper, my eyes darting toward the gallery entrance. “Every time a man with broad shoulders walks in, I expect to see Gillian’s eyes staring back at me in despise like I have done something unacceptable. As though

Gillian’s POV “What's the newest information about the eastern borders? What did the patrol team say?” I ask Kael. “And any update about Desiree’s whereabouts?” I'm sitting in the armchair of my private chambers, my head is heavy with a dull throb pulsing behinf my eyes. The room smells of expensive tobacco, my own sweat, and a sharp scent of whiskey that I've been pouring down my throat since Elder Dickson left. "Gillian, put the glass down." Kael speak, ignoring the questions I have asked when he came into my space. "The patrol, Kael," I rasp, my voice sounding like it’s been dragged over gravel. I take another swallow, the burn going doing my chest in one gulp. "The body. Tell me it wasn't Macy."Kael sighs, stepping into my line of sight. He looks older than he did three hours ago. "The report is... inconclusive, Alpha. It was a woman. Mid-twenties. The trauma was extensive. It wasn't the child, but the clothes... they match the description of a servant who went missing from t

Desiree’s POV That smell of turpentine always brings it back, that moment in the loft two days ago when I truly thought my life was over. I lean my forehead against the cool glass of the gallery’s second-story window, watching the rain streak down over the cobblestones of the neutral territory. I honestly can still see the way someone had twisted in the corner of Lyra’s private studio, mimicking the shape of a beast, I can still feel the paralyzing, bone-deep cold of Ronan's voice telling me the tracker was already in the room. And I believed his lies. I let him get to me. My heart gives a small hitch just thinking about it. He had played me like a finely tuned instrument, turning my own paranoia into a stage for his amusement. For a long time after the “joke” was revealed, I had wanted to scream, to slap the smug grin off his perfectly chiseled face. But as Lyra came directly into her loft, I had walked off instantly to my room and for some reason, I realized that cruel joke ha

Lucius's POV I stand on the balcony of my south-wing chambers, swirling a glass of dark red wine that is far more expensive than anything Gillian has in his cellar. Well, maybe I am exaggerating on that.Below me, the training grounds are a hive of activity of perhaps guards and enforcers training to prepare for war or something, but my mind is miles away, past the stone walls and into the neutral territories. Waiting for my beta to arrive with one of the Elders' daughters I have decided to keep in my company. “You look far too pleased with yourself, brother.”Well, by now, who won't know the voice. Seraphina. Her heels make a loud sound on the tiled floor as she matches toward me. She is surely going to boast up by having to get into my brother's panties while he is drunk. “And you, of course, look like a woman who has finally tasted the meat she's been hunting for ... .for months? Years?” I say, finally turning to face her. She is glowing, with her smug, cat-like curve of he

Gillian's POV After my father's warning, it felt as though I now had the power that I never thought I did because tell me why I am here, barking orders at Lyra's art treaty?“Move!” A barking orders tears out from me the second we break past the ridge. Rain lashes against my face as my horse charges through the mud, then I see something. A body and I quickly recognize it to be Desiree's body and she is on the ground. A heavy nest is thrown over her, her green dress soaked and covered in mud as blue-clothed men close in around her. Yellow gas hangs low in the air and for one horrible second, all I can see is her body going still against the weight of the net.And the sight makes my heart skip a beat as my wolf growls inside of me like he has just seen an unpleasant thing. To think I almost let Kael lead the men while I stayed behind, angry enough to tell myself she made her choice when she ran. But even if my father spoke about her like she was his only treasure, I still feel gui