All Chapters of FATED TO MY ENEMY, BOUND BY SIN: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

I slipped out of Rhea’s room late in the night, my body still humming with residual heat and my legs slightly unsteady. I made it back to my own quarters without being seen and immediately headed for the shower, hoping the hot water would wash away the evidence of what we had done. I had fucked a female after some long time.I needed the water to wash her off me, not because I regretted it, but because I couldn’t afford to carry her scent into the daylight. Asher had eyes everywhere. One wrong whiff and he’d know. The mate bond already sat under my ribs like a constant, unwelcome pressure; the last thing I needed was him catching his sister's scent on my skin.I turned the shower on as hot as I could stand and stepped under the spray.Steam billowed up immediately, fogging the mirror and filling the small space with thick, wet heat. I tilted my head back and let the water pound against my face, my shoulders, the sore spots on my hips where Rhea’s fingers had gripped too hard. I closed

I barely had time to steady myself before be spun me back to face the wall, one hand still in my hair, the other reaching for the bottle of lube sitting on the shower shelf.“Asher…” I started, my voice hoarse and raw.He cut me off.I heard the click of the cap. Cold gel dripped between my cheeks; his fingers spread it roughly, pushing one slick finger inside me without warning. I jerked, a strangled sound tearing out of my throat.“Relax,” he muttered against my ear, though there was nothing gentle in it. He worked a second finger in, scissoring, stretching me open with more lube. The burn was sharp. My cock twitched traitorously against the tile. “The bond wants this. Your body wants this. Stop pretending you’re above it.”“I don’t..” My voice cracked. “This isn’t what I... fuck..”He pulled his fingers free, slicked his cock generously with more lube, and lined up. The thick head pressed against me. One hard thrust and he buried himself halfway. The stretch tore a broken sound fro

Exhaustion eventually pulled me under, but it was a restless sleep. My body ached, my mind kept replaying the events of the night, and Asher’s possessive hold never loosened.Sometime deep in the night, I felt him stir behind me.His hand slid slowly down my stomach, then lower, cupping me possessively between my legs. I woke with a start, still half-asleep, as his fingers lazily stroked through the mess he had left earlier.“Asher…” I mumbled, voice thick with sleep and protest. My body tensed the second I registered the hard line of another man pressed against my back.“Shh,” he whispered against the back of my neck, his breath hot. His cock was already hard again, pressing insistently against my ass. “I told you what would happen.”Before I could fully wake up or push him away, I heard the soft click of the lube bottle. Cool gel smeared between my cheeks, his fingers pushing it inside me roughly, then he lifted my leg slightly and pushed back inside me in one slow, deep thrust. I g

The rest of the day passed in a hazy blur of pain, tension, and stolen comfort.After our emotional conversation, Rhea stayed only a few more minutes, holding me tightly and whispering reassurances before slipping out to avoid suspicion. The hours that followed were some of the hardest. Hunger gnawed at my stomach constantly, making me dizzy and weak. I drifted in and out of uneasy sleep, my body aching from the bruises and the isolation. Every small sound in the house made me flinch, terrified Asher would return and escalate the punishment.But Rhea risked returning twice. The first time, she brought a small bundle of food, two sandwiches, an apple, cheese, and water. She watched with worried eyes as I ate slowly, urging me not to rush. She also gave me a painkiller she had managed to sneak from the cabinet. Her presence was the only comfort I had.Her second visit was brief. She brought more water and simply sat with me, holding my hand in silence. The quiet strength she offered kep

Before he could lunge or order the guards to seize me, I turned and ran. I bolted past the tables, past the shocked pack members, and straight toward the tree line at the edge of the property. My bare feet slapped against the grass, then the dirt as I plunged into the woods.Branches whipped at my arms and face. My lungs burned. But I kept running, deeper and deeper into the forest, the sounds of the ruined ceremony fading behind me.I didn’t know where I was going. I only knew I couldn’t stay there another second.Asher’s roar echoed through the trees behind me.“DYLAN!”But I didn’t stop.I pushed deeper, lungs burning, legs already trembling from hunger. The trees grew thicker. Roots snagged at my ankles. I stumbled, caught myself, kept going. Every breath scraped my throat raw. Behind me the heavy, purposeful strides of Asher in full pursuit closed the gap with terrifying speed.I veered left, then right, trying to lose him in the denser growth. My vision blurred with tears and ex