All Chapters of FATED TO MY ENEMY, BOUND BY SIN: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Just as sleep began to pull me under, loud music suddenly started booming from outside. The deep bass vibrated through the walls, accompanied by cheerful laughter, clinking glasses, and the sound of celebration.Festive voices carried through the narrow window slits, important guests arriving, wolves greeting each other with excitement. I could hear carriages pulling up, doors slamming, and the unmistakable sound of champagne corks popping. The air outside, thin and cold as it seeped through the cracks, carried the scent of roasted meat and expensive perfume.I could hear it clearly.And yet none of it made sense.Only a few hours ago Asher had stood over me with cold eyes and colder words, promising death—or something far worse. He had looked at me like I was nothing more than a problem to be erased. And now… now he was throwing a party?What the hell was really happening?I pressed my face hard into the stiff pillow, trying to smother the noise, to force my mind back into the dark q

True to her word, guards came ten minutes later. They unlocked the door and entered, their faces carefully blank. One of them, with a scar across his cheek, held out a bundle of clothes. "Lady Rhea sent these," he said gruffly. I took the clothes with trembling hands, still expecting some trick.When the guards left and the door clicked shut behind them, I let out a shaky breath then walked straight to the bathroom.I stood under the shower and washed the blood and grime off. I scrubbed myself until my skin was raw, trying to erase the feeling of Asher's hands on me and the blood he smeared on my face. When I emerged, I was clean again. The clothes Rhea had provided again were simple. The trousers sat low on my hips, loose enough to move in but fitted enough to show the lean lines of my legs. The linen shirt was unbuttoned at the collar, revealing the sharp hollow of my throat and the top of my chest. I left it that way, not bothering to button it higher. As I dressed, I caught

"Rhea," I said slowly, my voice strained. "I need to get dressed.""I know," she replied, still not moving. She leaned against the doorframe, crossing her arms over her chest, her blue eyes fixed on me. "Just like I said before I have seen more naked bodies of my fellow werewolves,” she said, her tone teasing. “I’ve seen worse little rogue and I don't care about a little… nudity?”I scowled, heat creeping up my neck. "A little? I’m not exactly comfortable giving anyone a free show, thanks.”She chuckled, taking a step back toward the door as if to finally grant me a shred of privacy. “Alright, alright,” she said, raising her hands in mock surrender. “Go on, change. I’ll wait outside… for now.”Relief hit me like a wave. I quickly dropped the towel and tugged the jumper over my head, the fabric swallowing me instantly. The trouser followed, and I had to roll them at the ankles to keep from tripping. The clothes smelled faintly of her, clean and faintly earthy, and for a moment, I just

"No. You don't." Rhea snorted and she turned. She gestured toward a tall, broad-shouldered man standing near a rack of wooden practice weapons. He had the calm, assessing eyes of someone who had trained wolves for years."That's Elias," she said. "He's the head combat trainer who trains Alphas and the relatives only. You'll be working with him and me. He's already been told you're under my responsibility this morning."Elias stepped closer, circling me with an assessing gaze. "So this is him," He said, his voice low and rough. He stopped in front of me, his eyes scanning my posture, my stance, the way I held myself. "You've got fight in you. I can see it. But fight without skill is just getting yourself killed. Let's see what you've got."Before I could answer him, a voice from the nearby group of pack members cut in, loud and deliberately cruel."He is going to collapse before the first drill. With that thiness bet he can't even run a lap without crying."Rhea's head snapped toward t

The three warriors stumbled back a step, eyes wide. Calla’s laugh died in her throat. Rhea’s hand flew to her mouth. Even Asher’s cold expression cracked for a fraction of a second.I didn’t give them time to recover. I launched instantly.The first warrior barely raised his arms before my jaws closed around his shoulder. Bone crunched. He screamed as I slammed him into the ground hard enough to leave a crater of displaced earth. I spun without releasing him, using his body as a battering ram against the second warrior, sending both of them tumbling.The third tried to shift mid-lunge but my claws raked across his chest in a silver-white blur, opening deep furrows that sprayed red across the dirt. They scrambled, shouting, trying to form up, but I was already among them, fast, furious, no longer the soft, broken thing they had mocked. Every movement was precise and brutal.I hit the second warrior with my full weight, driving him into the ground, then wheeled and caught the first one