บททั้งหมดของ I Married My Mate's Enemy : บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 10

LANA’S POVMy eyes felt like weights had been placed on them. It took quite some time before I was finally able to force them open.I looked around at my surroundings, blinking away the fatigue from my eyes. My eyes hurt so bad and I wanted nothing more than to go back to sleep.The memories of the previous day began to rush into me. As if on instinct, a deep stabbing pain hit my chest. The mate bond between me and Callen had been severed when he uttered those words of rejection.“So I fainted, huh?” I mumbled to myselfI would never forget the looks on the pack members face. Mocking, demeaning and most of all, scornful. No doubt, they were glad he rejected me yesterday.He’d made it pretty clear that he could never be with a weak, useless omega like me and I would just have to accept that. Still, it didn’t change the fact that a part of me had been broken forever. Callen had destroyed me with those words and I feared I would never be the same again.I touched my cheek. It felt wet.“

Lana’s POVWarren watched me for what felt like eternity. My life was in his hands and whatever he decided would determine whether he killed me or not.After a long while, he finally spoke. “Get up.” “How do I know I can trust you?” His eyes narrowed on me. “For all I know you could be a spy.”“If I ever give you a reason not to trust me, then go ahead and do as you like.” I said, letting out a breath.His eyes remained on me for a while. I could see it. He was weighing the possibilities, deciding whether or not it would be good to trust me or not.After a while, he let out a breath. His eyes flickered all around us, fleeting from one tree to the other. His lips pulled down to a frown.“We’ll continue this talk. Not here.” He turned to me. “Come with me.”He began to move without another word. I tightened my grip on my bag. “You coming or what?” Warren glared at me. “I’m coming,” I squeaked, hurrying after him.We kept walking for a while and I tried to put as much distance as I co

Lana’s POVThe sting on my neck hadn’t dulled, no matter how many times I pressed my palm against it. It throbbed like a wound that would never heal, a constant reminder of Warren’s cruelty. Every step I took through the halls of the Red Moon Pack house carried that ache with me, like shackles branded into my skin.I hated him for it. Hated him for taking away even the illusion of choice.The corridors whispered with judgment. Warriors paused to glance at me, their gazes sharp and suspicious. I could hear the hushed murmurs travel down the hall like poison. Omega. Outsider. Spy.Their words weren’t spoken aloud, but I didn’t need to hear them to know what they thought of me. The looks were enough.The woman who had guided me to my quarters returned the next morning with clothes laid neatly across her arms. She didn’t say much—only bowed her head and left me with a wary glance, as though touching me might cost her something.I dressed in silence, staring at myself in the mirror. The fa

Lana’s POVThe rain had started before dawn. By the time I left my room, the whole courtyard glistened with silver. Water dripped from the eaves, the air thick with the scent of wet earth and pine.I’d always loved the rain. It used to calm me once — the soft rhythm of it against the window of my tiny room back in Dark Silver. But now, even the rain felt heavy. Like the sky itself was watching, waiting.“Luna,” someone called behind me.I turned to see the young woman from before, the one who had guided me on my first night here. She looked uneasy, clutching a sealed envelope in her hands.“This came from the borders,” she said, offering it to me.The seal was unfamiliar, but the handwriting wasn’t. My chest tightened.Callen.The letters were bold, elegant, almost taunting. My breath caught as I broke the seal and unfolded the parchment.My sweet little omega,I hear you’ve found yourself a new Alpha. Red suits you — it brings out the defiance in your eyes.But you and I both know yo

Lana’s POVThe dawn came quietly, pale and cold, as though even the sun did not want to touch this place. Mist curled between the trees, wrapping the forest in a thin shroud of gray.We buried Maris beneath an old willow that leaned toward the river. The soil was damp and heavy. Every shovelful sounded like a heartbeat muffled by rain. Warren’s warriors stood in a semicircle around the grave. They were silent and stone-faced, their breath ghosting in the chill air.I did not cry. I thought I would, but the grief had burned itself hollow. All I could do was press the pendant into the earth beside her and whisper a thank-you no one heard.When the last clump of soil fell, Warren placed a flat river stone over the mound. There were no words and no ceremony, only that small gesture. His hand lingered on the stone for a second longer than it should have. Then he straightened and gave the order to move out.The ride back to Red Moon was a blur of silence. I watched the forest slide past, th