Lahat ng Kabanata ng Mated to My Intended's Enemy: Kabanata 41 - Kabanata 50

LeoThe howls of protest from the Alpha Council chambers. I stood unmoving at the center of the storm, arms crossed as I faced down four of the most powerful Alphas in the Northern Territories. Aurora Howlthorne sat opposite me, the picture of maternal grief in her carefully selected black mourning dress, her eyes red-rimmed—though I'd bet my territory those tears were manufactured on demand."This is unprecedented!" Alpha Donovan slammed his fist on the ancient oak table, causing ripples in everyone's water glasses. At eighty-three, he was the oldest member of the council, a traditionalist to his core. "A Luna cannot simply return from the dead and demand control of a territory!"Aurora dabbed at her eyes with a lace handkerchief. "I never died, Elder. I was taken against my will, held captive for years by enemies of our kind. Would you punish me further for my suffering?"Her performance was flawless—the trembling hands, the broken voice, the strategic pauses for composure. Had I not

VictoriaBefore I could process his words, he spun us around with supernatural grace, lifting me effortlessly onto the edge of his desk. "Open your legs for me, Victoria."Heat bloomed across my face, but I complied immediately, parting my thighs to reveal myself to him completely. The vulnerability of the position should have made me uncomfortable, but the raw hunger in his expression as he looked at my most intimate parts made me feel powerful instead.Leo dropped to his knees before me—the mighty Alpha kneeling at my feet—and the sight nearly undid me. He looked up at my flushed face, his eyes almost glowing with intensity."Hold onto the desk," he instructed, his voice brooking no argument. "Don't let go unless I tell you to."My fingers gripped the edge of the polished wood as he pressed teasing kisses along my inner thighs, deliberately avoiding where I desperately needed him. When I couldn't help but whimper impatiently, he chuckled against my skin, the vibration making my toes

Victoria"Interesting perspective," I replied, keeping my voice level despite the rage bubbling beneath the surface. "Especially considering my mother only entered the picture after you abandoned your mate and son. Tell me, was it before or after you faked your death that you started sleeping with Alpha Grimwood?"Her perfectly painted lips parted in shock before twisting into an ugly sneer. "You know nothing about my life or my choices.""I know enough," I countered, moving closer until we were face to face. "I know you're a pathetic, bitter woman who couldn't stand that my father found happiness after you left. I know you've manipulated Enzo his entire life, twisting him against his own family. And I know that whatever game you're playing now ends today."Aurora's face contorted with rage. "How dare you!" she hissed, her hand flying up to strike me.Before her palm could connect with my cheek, Jackson moved with supernatural speed, catching her wrist in a firm grip."That would be as

VictoriaI barely registered the deafening roar of helicopter blades above us before a dark shape hurtled through the smoke-filled air. Leo landed with predatory grace mere feet from where I stood frozen, his eyes blazing with primal fury as he scanned the chaos."Victoria!" His voice cut through the cacophony of gunfire and shouting. When our eyes met, something visceral passed between us—relief, desperation, and that ever-present pull that seemed to physically draw us together.In three long strides, he reached me, powerful arms enveloping my body as he spun us away from the shattered window. I felt the unmistakable thud of bullets hitting the wall behind us where I'd stood seconds before."Stay down," he growled against my ear, the vibration of his chest against mine both terrifying and oddly comforting. His body completely shielded mine as he propelled us toward the door, one arm braced protectively around my head.Beta Jackson flanked our other side, partially shifted now, his fan

Victoria"Perfect structure, flawless execution, and remarkable insight into pack dynamics." Madam Hannah's praise echoed through the elegant classroom as she handed back my final assessment. "I must say, Victoria, when you first arrived at there, I had my... reservations."Her pause spoke volumes. We both knew what those "reservations" entailed—my mixed blood, my unconventional upbringing, the scandal surrounding my parentage. Everything that had made me an outsider from the moment I stepped through these hallowed doors."But," she continued, her stern features softening slightly, "you have proven yourself worthy of the Luna title. Your transformation has been nothing short of extraordinary."I accepted the portfolio containing my completed work, feeling the weight of accomplishment settle over me. The other students—all purebloods, all born into privilege—watched with expressions ranging from grudging respect to barely concealed resentment. Among them, Lilith's ice-blue eyes followed