Alle Kapitel von Mated to My Intended's Enemy: Kapitel 111 – Kapitel 120

The jet sliced through the clouds, a silver predator in an endless blue. The city was a forgotten smudge below, and for the first time in weeks, true silence descended.Except it was a lie. Silence was impossible with the way Leo was watching me.His gaze was a physical weight, golden and intense, tracking the nervous flutter of my fingers as I reached for the champagne flute. I could feel it like a brand on my skin, hot and possessive."Relaxation," I reminded him, my voice unnaturally high. "You promised. Two weeks of nothing but peace."A dark, sinful smile curved his mouth. "And this," he murmured, his voice rough with sleep and want, "is my definition of peace."The click of his seatbelt echoed in the cabin. In one fluid, predatory motion, he was up, closing the distance between us in three strides. The air crackled, thickening with his intent. My heart hammered against my ribs."Leo—"His hand cupped my chin, tilting my face up to his. There was no escape. "My Luna. My wife. My e

VictoriaThe SUV wound its way along the coastal road until the sea spread out before us—an endless expanse of blue framed by jagged cliffs and golden sands. The villa appeared like something out of a dream: whitewashed walls, sprawling terraces, balconies draped with bougainvillea. The late afternoon sun turned the windows into sheets of molten gold while waves whispered against the private cove below.My breath caught. "Leo… it's stunning. Like something from a fairytale."He leaned back, pleased with himself. "Not just a house. A private estate—five acres, our own beach, complete privacy." His voice dropped into a husky growl that made my pulse skip. "Perfect for a Luna who likes to run wild under the full moon."Heat flared across my cheeks. "Leo, I—I don't even know what to say. It's too much."His smugness softened. He cupped my face, thumbs brushing tenderly across my skin. "Nothing is too much for you. For too long, you've been given too little. Let me give you the world, Victo

VictoriaFor several moments, we lay tangled together, breathless and sated. Leo's weight was a comforting anchor as our heartbeats gradually slowed."I love you," he murmured against my hair, his voice tender in a way few ever heard.I smiled, turning my face to press a kiss to his shoulder. "I love you too."He rolled to his side, bringing me with him so we remained connected. His fingers traced idle patterns on my back as we basked in the afterglow."I believe I promised to make love to you in every room," he said after a while, a mischievous glint returning to his eyes.I laughed, feeling deliciously languid. "I think I need a moment to recover."Leo's smile turned wicked. "Perhaps a bath would help." His gaze flicked toward a door I hadn't noticed. "The master bathroom has a view almost as stunning as the bedroom."Curiosity piqued, I sat up. "Show me."He swept me into his arms once more, carrying me naked through the doorway into what could only be described as a spa sanctuary.

VictoriaThe town was everything a Mediterranean paradise should be: narrow cobblestone streets winding between buildings of pristine white, doorways painted vibrant blue to match the sea beyond. Bougainvillea spilled over walls in riots of pink and purple, and the scent of olive oil and fresh bread permeated the air.I wandered without purpose, simply absorbing the sights and sounds. Locals called greetings to each other, children played in small courtyards, and elderly women dressed in black sat in shady spots, their gnarled hands working through strings of worry beads.For the first time since leaving the Howlthorne Pack, I was completely alone—no Enzo controlling my movements, no Leo protecting me, just me and Ava experiencing the world on our terms.*Do you feel it too?* I asked my wolf silently.Ava stretched contentedly within me. *Freedom,* she agreed. *Though I miss our mate.**He's not far,* I reminded her, knowing that Leo was probably fighting the urge to follow me at this

LeoThe Mediterranean sun was just beginning to rise over the horizon as I stepped onto the terrace, watching Victoria's sleeping form through the open doorway. Even in slumber, she captivated me—her chestnut hair splayed across the pillow, her lips slightly parted, her scent a bewitching mix of wildflowers and something uniquely hers that called to my wolf.Ronan stirred restlessly within me. *She should not wander alone.**She's not a prisoner,* I reminded my wolf, though I shared his protective instincts.Yesterday had been torture. Every minute Victoria was away from the villa, Ronan had paced inside me, demanding we track her, ensure her safety. It had taken every ounce of my considerable self-control to give her the freedom she so desperately craved.I ran a hand through my hair, the tension in my shoulders refusing to ease. Before Victoria had returned yesterday, I'd spent hours ensuring the island was secure. Every café she might visit, every beach she might explore—I'd had my