All Chapters of I Married My Mate's Enemy : Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

Lana’s POVThe summons came just after dawn, delivered with a formality that felt intentional rather than procedural.A sealed notice. No messenger’s commentary. No polite framing.I read it twice before folding the paper and placing it carefully on the desk, as though the manner in which I handled it might change its contents. It didn’t. The Council of Territories was invoking an old clause—rarely used, rarely challenged—calling for a closed review of executive discretion during periods of reform suspension.In simpler terms, they wanted to question me.Not publicly. Not aggressively. But pointedly, and with enough historical weight behind the request that refusal would echo louder than compliance ever could.Kael watched my expression as I stood. “That didn’t come from nowhere.”“No,” I replied. “It came from patience running out.”He crossed the room, reading the seal. “They’re nervous.”“They’re calculating,” I corrected. “Nervousness scatters. This is focused.”By the time I reac

POV: LanaThe citadel felt smaller than it should have that morning. Its corridors, usually cavernous and echoing, were strangely tight under the weight of anticipation. The Open Record reforms had unsettled the system in ways I hadn’t expected—they hadn’t resisted outright, but everything was more deliberate, measured, like the city itself was holding its breath.I walked through the eastern wing with Kael beside me, boots tapping the polished stone. Mara, Mara, and Warren were already gathered in the council antechamber. Their expressions were sharp, alert, each carrying the weight of sleepless nights and long debates.“They’re aligning,” Mara said as I entered, voice low but intense. “Not openly, but enough to see patterns.”I leaned on the table, scanning the reports spread across it. “And what do these patterns tell us?”Mara stepped forward, resting her hands on the table. “That some factions are consolidating quietly. They don’t want to resist yet—they want to see if the cha

POV: LanaThe new territory stretched before us like a blank canvas, its edges softened by dense forest and jagged stone. Even in human form, I could feel the pulse beneath the soil, the hum of life resonating through roots, rock, and air. My wolf stirred faintly in response, a low, instinctual vibration that I hadn’t felt in months.Kael walked a step ahead, surveying the perimeter, his ears alert for any sign of danger, while Mara flanked us with careful, measured movements. Warren was near me, his presence steady, though I could sense the undercurrent of control—the dominance he had always carried, even when unspoken.The first sign came subtly: a ripple through the air, so slight that only instinct would notice. I paused, hand brushing against the moss-covered stone at the forest edge. My chest tightened, another wave of warmth pooling where the mate mark had been dormant for so long. The faint glow, nearly imperceptible in the twilight, pulsed slightly, like a heartbeat that

POV: LanaNight had fallen like a velvet cloak over the forest, thick with shadows that moved with the subtle rustle of leaves. The pack had gathered in a small clearing, the moon high above casting silvered light through the branches.Every nerve was alert, ears flicking, tails low but tense. Our awakening was still fragile. Memories were fragmented. Trust was being rebuilt from instinct alone, from the quiet understanding that the Alpha led, the Beta balanced, and the Luna tethered the pack together.I was crouched near a gnarled oak, tail curled around my paws, feeling the pulse of my mate mark. Warren stood beside me, his presence steady, a low rumble of dominance that carried reassurance even through the disorientation of the night.Kael shifted on the edge of the clearing, Beta posture in every line, alert to both danger and opportunity. Mara’s fur bristled occasionally as she prowled the perimeter, her senses sharp, her mind cautiously alive to the subtle energy of the forest.

POV: LanaDawn crept through the trees as we emerged from the dense forest, the soft light revealing the contours of our territory. Mossy rocks jutted out like ancient sentinels, and the clearing ahead bore the faint signs of what had once been a thriving pack home. Wolves stirred cautiously, ears flicking toward the sound of paws on leaves, eyes wide and alert.The gremlin ran ahead, squeaking a string of excited noises. Mara’s ears twitched, and Kael let out a low chuckle. Even Warren, calm and composed, let the barest edge of a smile tug at his lips.“This is it,” I murmured, tail brushing the ground as I scanned the clearing. “Our home.”Warren’s eyes swept the territory, sharp and calculating. “Looks like the Dark Silver remnants have been quiet… for now. But there’s work to be done.”I nodded, muscles tensing. The wolves had scattered over the last months, some hiding, some fighting for scraps. We needed to restore order, reinforce bonds, and remind every wolf here who led.Ka