The Enemy’s Bed: Bound to the Alpha Who Used Me のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 1 - チャプター 10

"Axista," Riven growls, his deep tone vibrating directly against her chest. "Get back here."She freezes, clutching the silk sheet tight against her throat."Where did you go just now?" he asks."I think your tongue is like moon-fermented berries," she whispers.He lets out a dark, rumbling chuckle, his sharp canine teeth scraping lightly against her collarbone. "You will have to explain that one to me, little wolf.""It feels so addictive it must be dangerous," she confesses, her throat tight as his claws trace her inner thigh. "Like something that will eventually ruin me.""Let me show you how fast we can burn," he murmurs.The heat of his palm hits her wet center again, and her wolf lets out a desperate, submission-hungry whimper.This time, the peak starts deep in her lower belly, a visceral, thrumming ache that makes her claws slip out and dig into the heavy headboard of the Silver Fang Lodge.When she crests, her body convulses, pouring her slickness onto his fingers."By the Mo

"I will not tolerate you using that tone in my presence, Axista," Riven Thornevale growls, his powerful voice shaking the heavy oak beams of the pack office."I only ask because this makes no sense," Axista says, her heart hammering against her ribs. "Why do you want us to stay bonded?""The Pack Council and the elders require stability, and the territory is already whispering," Riven states, his silver-gray eyes locking onto hers. "We will give this mate bond a true chance.""Because of the pack heralds and the rumors?" Axista's breath hitches. "You do not want me, Riven. You want my sister.""Yes, the media and the elders are watching," Riven says, his jaw clenching. "But we owe it to the Thornevale lineage to see this through."Axista shakes her head, her hands trembling as she grips her satchel. "No. Calista will find out, and she will tear my throat out. I will not play at being the Luna of the Ironmoon Keep.""Six months, Axista," Riven commands, his raw, dominant aura filling t

My jaw tightened as Riven pulled Calista back into his arms, his raw, cedarwood-scent flaring with a dark, possessive need that made my inner wolf whimper in betrayal."How could you do this to me?" Calista sobbed, her claws digging into his leather-clad chest as she searched his silver-gray eyes for the mate-bond they once shared. "You swore we would rule this territory together!""It just happened, Calista," Riven muttered, his deep voice carrying a low, rough edge of guilt, though his arms remained locked around her waist.A tiny gasp of agony cut through the heavy silence of the office, making my ears twitch.I was sitting on the cold stone floor by the iron-bound display table, my head spinning so violently I could barely keep my eyes open.My mother, Orielle, didn't even look in my direction as she stroked Calista’s hair, whispering soothing words to her favorite daughter while completely ignoring my bleeding temple.With trembling fingers, I pressed a piece of rough linen again

My beast growled in my chest, a dark, dangerous rumble that rattled my ribs as I remembered the way Axista had looked standing in the middle of the Ironmoon Keep—fragile, pale, and thoroughly wrecked by the storm I’d dragged her into."The Briarwyns are at the main gates," Jameson, the Thornevale family’s old Beta butler, announced as he stepped into the vaulted high-hall, his head bowed. "Alpha Emeric and Lady Velastra have requested your presence in the reception den immediately.""Thank you, Jameson," Lady Velastra said smoothly, her silver-threaded robes sweeping the stone floor as she stood up.She possessed the terrifying, refined grace of an elder Luna, the exact kind of ruthless poise my ex-fated mate Calista had spent years trying to copy.Looking at my mother, I couldn't help but remember Axista standing in her blood-stained linen tunic, her untamed curls pinned up in a loose knot, completely devoid of the painted perfection my family expected of a female.She hadn't looked

"That is insane," Sorrell muttered, swirling his whiskey. "Though... I was ready to tear her throat out until I actually spoke to her.""You like her," Riven said, his voice dropping into an Alpha growl.Sorrell grinned, a sharp flash of fangs. "How are we going to spin this to our parents?""I am not telling them about Calista mating with Crowholt," Riven spat, slamming his glass down. "It will destroy Lady Velastra to know her favored she-wolf is a treacherous bitch. Calista can rot in her own filth. I have moved on.""Mother will strip the skin from Calista's back if she finds out," Sorrell agreed, his eyes gleaming with dark amusement. "She would drag the Briarwyn name through the mud.""It is a damn mess."Sorrell shook his head, pushing off the stone wall. "I hate these female games. This is why I only bed human blood-slaves in the outer dens."Riven sneered. "You lack vision, brother.""Maybe," Sorrell countered, heading for the heavy iron doors. "But I did not accidentally bin