Mated to My Intended's Enemy のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 191 - チャプター 200

FreyaThe cold steel of the gun pressed against my ribs as the scent of blood filled my nostrils. Selene growled internally, protective instincts warring with survival sense. This man was injured—the metallic smell growing stronger by the minute.I started the engine, keeping my voice steady. "Where to?""Straight ahead, to Santa Pier," he instructed, his voice tight with what I recognized as pain. "I'll tell you how to get there.""No need, I know the way."The car filled with silence as I drove through the deserted streets. Santa Pier was about thirty minutes away, tucked against the coastline where most packs avoided due to its neutral territory status. I kept my breathing even, my hands steady on the wheel despite Selene's urge to either attack or flee.The injured man watched me with increasing curiosity as I navigated the roads without hesitation or error, never missing a turn. My mind raced through possible scenarios—was this a targeted attack on the Shadow Pack? Or merely bad l

Freya's POVWhen we arrived at the gathering hall, most of the guests had already assembled. The venue was impressive—high ceilings adorned with crystal chandeliers that cast a warm glow over the assembled werewolves from various packs across the region. The air buzzed with power and status, the distinct scents of different pack territories mingling in the atmosphere.I felt Selene stir within me as we entered. My wolf was alert, sensing the presence of so many dominant wolves in one space. *Be careful*, she seemed to warn, her protective instinct flaring. Johnny placed his hand lightly on the small of my back in a reassuring gesture as we made our way through the crowd.The host of the gathering, Beta Richardson from the Silver Creek Pack, immediately recognized Johnny and approached us with the deference typically shown to respected pack members."Johnny, what a pleasure to see you tonight," he said warmly, then turned to me with genuine appreciation in his eyes. "And this must be—"

Freya’s POVWhen Professor Nolan eventually excused himself to greet other guests, I took a measured sip of my champagne, letting the bubbles settle on my tongue. As I lowered my glass, I caught Levi staring at me from across the room, his expression hovering somewhere between amusement and challenge.When Levi noticed my gaze, he raised his eyebrows and lifted his crystal tumbler in a mock toast.I frowned, trying to decipher the message. Why would Levi, Granite Ridge Alpha's son and supposedly one of Silvano's closest friends, be giving me loaded looks across a crowded room?Then it clicked.*He thinks we bullied Aurora,* Selene growled, her instincts sharper than mine. *As if that ice queen couldn't hold her own.*Of course. In their eyes, Johnny and I had cornered poor, precious Aurora—the perfect she-wolf who could do no wrong in their circle. And now Levi was silently promising retribution on her behalf.I narrowed my eyes slightly. Let him try.Half an hour later, our host—Mr. T

Author’s POVAs Freya stepped into the walk-in closet, she pushed open the sliding door only to discover all her belongings were still there, undisturbed and untouched. Nothing had been removed or rearranged since she'd left. Her wolf spirit, Selene, stirred within her, sensing her confusion.Pushing aside her conflicting emotions, she grabbed a set of pajamas and a towel before leaving the master bedroom and heading to Isabella's room.Isabella was sitting up in bed playing with her tablet. When she noticed the clothes in Freya's hands, she looked puzzled. "Mom, are you going to shower in my bathroom?""Yes," Freya replied simply, not offering any further explanation.She hadn't been in the bathroom long when Silvano entered Isabella's bedroom. His powerful presence immediately filled the space, his wolf senses automatically searching for Freya.Noticing his gaze drift toward the bathroom door, Isabella explained, "That's Mom showering in there.""Hmm," Silvano acknowledged, his expre

Silvano’s POVI leaned back in my chair at Shadow Pack headquarters, the evening's twilight casting long shadows across my office. The scent of pine and forest that always accompanied our territory couldn't penetrate the glass walls surrounding me. My wolf paced restlessly within me, agitated by the prolonged separation from our mate."Bring me some coffee," I told Chad without looking up from the documents spread across my desk. Quarterly reports from our northern territories showed promising growth, but I couldn't focus. Every few minutes, my thoughts drifted to Freya and our daughter Isabella. My chest ached with a familiar hollowness that had been my constant companion since Freya left."Right away, Alpha," Chad responded, his voice carrying that careful tone my team had adopted lately.Minutes later, Chad returned with the steaming cup. I set aside the financial projections and picked up the coffee, giving it a gentle stir as I'd done thousands of times before. The moment I brough