All Chapters of Mated to My Intended's Enemy: Chapter 201 - Chapter 210

Freya’s POVThe morning sunlight streamed through the windows of my temporary apartment, casting a warm glow that contrasted with the storm of emotions brewing inside me. I carefully applied my lipstick, examining my reflection in the mirror.After finishing a quick breakfast, I headed to SF AI Solutions, the company where Johnny had given me the opportunity to utilize my data engineering skills again. Walking through those doors felt like stepping into a world where I was valued for my mind rather than my status as Luna.Johnny was waiting for me by my office, coffee in hand. "Morning, genius. Ready to revolutionize pack management systems today?"I accepted the coffee with a genuine smile. "Always. The Artemis system's integration tests are showing promising results."We were discussing the new product development when Johnny's phone rang. He glanced at the screen before answering, then switched to speakerphone when he heard the urgency in the caller's voice."Your company pissed off

Freya's POVThe evening air felt cool against my skin as I stepped outside to take Johnny's call about the new app SF AI Solutions was developing."We've identified some issues with the neural network's response time," Johnny explained through the phone. "I've sent you the diagnostic reports."I paced along the garden path, discussing technical solutions and implementation strategies, my mind fully engaged for the first time all day. Thirty minutes passed in what felt like moments before we wrapped up the call.When I returned to the living room, Isabella looked up from her tablet with a slight frown creasing her young forehead. "Mom, you've been taking so many calls lately. You're on the phone every night for ages. You never used to do that before..."The housekeeper, Mrs. Collins, glanced between us with poorly concealed curiosity. It was true; I'd rarely spent time on personal calls before. My days had been consumed by pack responsibilities and caring for Isabella."Just handling so

Freya’s POVAs I approached the exhibition hall, I couldn't help but feel a surge of anticipation. The venue was already bustling with people when we walked in after having our tickets checked.The space was enormous, showcasing everything from advanced drones and flying cars to humanoid robots that could pass for real people at first glance. There were so many exhibits, each focusing on different core technologies, that my team and I were immediately overwhelmed with excitement.Johnny's reputation in the tech world was impressive. We'd barely been there for a few minutes when people began approaching him, eager to exchange greetings and business cards. He graciously introduced me to several potential contacts, expanding my professional network with each handshake.While Johnny handled the social aspects, I joined Jack and the others to explore the exhibits. We moved from display to display, analyzing the technologies and discussing their potential applications. For the first time in

Freya’s POVProfessor Nolan caught my eye from across the table, a knowing glint in his gaze. We'd had an intriguing conversation at the previous gala about neural networks, and I could tell he was eager to continue where we'd left off."Dr. Stone," he said, leaning toward me as the appetizers arrived. "Your theory on adaptive algorithms was quite revolutionary. Have you made progress with the implementation?""The prototype exceeded our expectations," I replied, keeping my voice low. "We're seeing a 37% increase in efficiency."As we spoke, I couldn't help noticing Aurora delicately placing a slice of medium-rare steak on Silvano's plate—exactly how he preferred it. His favorite. Something only a mate should know.Selene growled inside me, the territorial instinct flaring despite my attempts to silence it. *He's still your mate*, she reminded me. *Our mate*."That's impressive," Professor Nolan continued, oblivious to my inner turmoil. "Would you consider publishing—""Freya developed

Isabella's POVI stared at my phone long after Mom's call ended, my fingers tracing the dark screen where her face had been moments before. The way her voice sounded different—strained but determined—bothered me more than I wanted to admit.She's hurt. I whispered, clutching my stuffed wolf—the one Mom had given me on my fourth birthday. She'd hand-sewn special silver thread into its fur that matched the unusual silver flecks in my eyes—a trait she said came from Dad's bloodline.Since she left, I'd been sleeping with it every night, though I made sure to hide it whenever Aurora came around. Aurora always wrinkled her nose at my "childish toys," saying a future Alpha needed to grow up faster than other kids.The sound of the front door opening downstairs pulled me from my thoughts. I recognized Dad's heavy footsteps immediately—he always walked with purpose, like every step mattered.I jumped off my bed, racing down the hallway and stairs. "Dad!" I called out, excitement bubbling up de