Todos los capítulos de Mated to the Enemy: Imprisoned by Mate Bond: Capítulo 81 - Capítulo 90

Desiree’s POV I am walking toward the library, my mind still full of silver stars and pink silk, when a shadow moves near the arched doorway ahead.I stop. My skin pricks with a familiar, sharp warning. “You always did have a taste for the ruins, Desiree.”The smooth voices come in, sliding through the quietness. I had told Gillian earlier that I am going down a library road they just opened. L Lucius steps out from a corridor, leaning against a pillar with an effortless grace that mirrors his brother's, yet feels entirely different. Where Gillian is a thunderstorm, Lucius is a poisoned well…still, deep, and deadly.This is the first time I have seen him since I ran away. The last time we spoke, he was looking at me like a puzzle he couldn't wait to break.“And you always did have a taste for lurking in the dark, Lucius,” I say, without giving him the satisfaction of seeing my heart race.He chuckles and walks toward me. He stops just outside my personal space, his eyes scanning my

Desiree’s POV For the actual first time I returned to these Stone walls, everywhere didn't feel suffocating but just light and warmth. I stand on the edge of the small ballroom, my hands smoothing over the front of my pale cream dress. The room is a sea of bright pink ribbons. They are everywhere…looped over the chandeliers, draped across the buffet tables, and tied in soft, beautiful bows around the pillars. And the stars... seventy silver stars hang from the ceiling on thin threads, spinning slowly in the draft. They catch the candlelight, throwing tiny diamonds of light across the floor.It is beautiful. It is simple. In a world of blood oaths and ancient wars, we are standing in a room full of cake and music.“Desiree! Look!”Macy skids across the floor toward me. She is a whirlwind of pink silk and tangled curls. Her face is smudged with white frosting, and her eyes are brighter than the silver hanging above us. She holds up a small, wolf—a gift from Kael—and beams at me, her

Desiree’s POV “You're their godmother, Des,” Lyra says, her eyes licking onto mine. “You helped me get through the darkest parts of the pregnancy. I want you to be part of their light.”My eyes glisten with pure happiness, my hand finding it way to cover my lips in awe. “Godmother? You don't mean it, do you?”I stare at Lyra, trying to confirm if she is playing jokes on me or saying the truth. “Do you mean the Luna of Southern pack is playing tricks on the Luna of the Northern pack?” She says, a smile playing on her lips.I squeal, almost jumping on Gillian who is now beside me. “I am a godmother! I am a godmother to Lyra’s twins! Everyone hear me out!” I scream and Gillian quickly use his soft hand to cover my mouth, preventing me from screaming any further. “Don't be silly, Luna! No noise.” Gillian scolds playfully. I don't know how I am supposed to feel tight now. My heart is so full of joy. Unmountable joy. “You are making me your babies' godmother? After all I put you throug

Gillian’s POV I stand at the stove, the rich aroma of sizzle bacon and dark roast coffee filling the air in the kitchen. It was morning in the Northern pack territory and everything seem so peaceful. Upstairs, Desiree is still asleep. After the emotional whirlwind of seeing Lyra's twins and the shock of her new appointment as COO, she had collapsed into bed like the lady who had gotten everything in love. And seeing her finally rest, her dark hair splayed across my pillows, had done something to my chest that I still can't quite put into words. I'm flipping a pancake when I notice someone footsteps towards the kitchen. I turn back to see Kael, coming in with a serious expression laced on his face like he had just encountered a serious issue for the day. “Alpha,” he breathes out, with a tight voice filled with pure urgency that makes the hair on the back of my neck stand up. I turn off the burner, my hand instinctively tightening around the spatula. “Kael. What is it? Is it the

Desiree’s POV The steam from my hot coffee rises in lazy, blurring the view of the man sitting across from me in the study. I had moved from the kitchen to the formal library, wanting a space that felt less like a home and more like a battlefield. If Lucius wants to play king of the castle, I'll meet him in a room full of old books. Kael stands by the door, his arms crossed, looking like a statue. He had finally ‘released’ Lucius from the corner he'd been pinned in by Gillian's command. Lucius is lounging in one of the leather wingback chairs, looking entirely too comfortable for a man who was just being throttled by his brother. He's smoothing out the lapels of his black suit, his fingers moving elegantly. "You always did have a penchant for the dramatic, Desiree," Lucius says, with a smooth voice, and a purr that lacks even a hint of the gasping breath from earlier. "Though I must say, the 'Luna of the North' look is... surprisingly becoming on you. Even if you are wearing my