Mated to the Enemy: Imprisoned by Mate Bond のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 71 - チャプター 80

Desiree’s POV I do not know how long I sit there staring at the fire when Gillian leaves the room. The room is too warm, but I still feel cold. Everything feels strange now. The bed is soft, the blanket around my shoulders is thick, and the tray of untouched foods on the table smells so rich enough to make my stomach tumble. None of this feels real. Not after the cellar, waking up in the room and realizing I am back inside the palace I ran from. Back inside the place that almost made me lose my mind. I pull the blanket tighter around myself and stare harder into the flame. My mind will not stop, it keeps dragging me back to the balos and Lyra, going after the people who came to capture me. Is she alright? Where is she now?And somewhere in all of that chaos, something instantly click inside of me.… Macy was missing. She was still missing! She is still missing!My chest tightens so fast I press a hand over it.A knock lands at the door, causing me to freeze.It opens before I ca

Gillian’s POV “She pregnant”Lucius leans against the half-open door like he owns the room, one hand tucked into the pocket of his dark coat, the other still raised from that slow, mocking clap. Rain is on his shoulders, his dark hair is damp, pushed back from his face, and that smile on his mouth is the kind that makes my wolf want blood. He still has the guts to show up his assy face here after I sent his dead mercenaries to him?“Well,” he says again, when he notices the quietness that follows his first sentence. “Should I come back when the family drama is less tense?”“Get inside,” I say, sternly. I want him anyway, I want to see what kind of lie he thinks he can sell tonight that explains him sending his men to go after Desiree. Lucius's brows rise. “Really? Do I know anything here?” “Now!” Something in my tone must have reached his ego, because the smile on his mouth shifts. He pushes off the frame and steps fully into the room while Kael shuts the door behind him. I catc

Gillian’s POV Aunt Helena stands in the doorway like she has been waiting for this exact moment.Her cha rises and falls. Her hair is pinned too tight, her face pale from crying or rage or both.But her eyes… her eyes lock on Desiree like she is the worst thing she has ever seen.“What is she doing near my daughter?” she snaps again, louder this time. “Who let her in here?”Desiree jerks to her feet so fast the chair make sound so hard against the door and Macy flinches in bed. That alone is enough to make my temper rise. “Helena..” I start.“No.” Helena storms into the room, skirts sweeping behind her. “No, Gillian. I have had enough of this. I will not have that girl near Macy after everything that has happened.”That girl? I see the way Desiree’s shoulders tense. The way her fingers curl at her sides. Like she is trying not to defend herself. Like she thinks she doesn’t have the right.“She’s not hurting Macy,” I say, voice flat.Helena laughs, but there is no joy in it. “Not hu

Desiree’s POV The palace is too tight for me after what happened in the morning and I can even shake it off me since he left.And off course, I have not seen Eliana since I get back here. And by the time noon came, I felt like If I stayed inside one more minute, I was going to scream. I don't even know about Ronan and Lyra anymore. I need to know the progress. So when Macy burst into my room, cheeks flushed and curls bouncing, asking if I wanted to take a walk with her because “everyone is being weird and boring today,” I said yes before she even finished speaking.Now we are outside, walking the stone path that curves through the palace gardens, the late afternoon breeze brushing over my skin. The air smells like roses and damp grass, and somewhere ahead, the fountain is spilling water in soft, steady sounds that should be calming.It isn’t.But Macy is beside me, holding my hand like I’m the one who needs looking after, and somehow that makes it easier to breathe.“You still did

Desiree’s POV Gillian and Ronan are standing in the middle of the west wing, looking like two men who are fat too handsome to be like exhausting.Honestly, it is insulting. The sun spills over through the stone walls, my eyes landing in them immediately. Gillian is all broad shoulders and dangerous stillness, his dark shirt clinging just enough to make me resentful. Beside him, Ronan leans to one side looking patient as ever, through the tension I can see that is already rising between them so bad. I take slow steps towards them, wondering while nobe of them notices me and still keeps the tension in the air even by staring at each other. It gives me three seconds to realize that Gillian looks one breath away from murder, and Ronan looks one breath away from saying something to earn it. Geez, what were these.men discussing really this bad?I almost turn around, but then I look down at the strip of black fabric in my hand that Seraphina had handed to me thinking it would even get