Lahat ng Kabanata ng FATED TO MY ENEMY, BOUND BY SIN: Kabanata 41 - Kabanata 47

After Alpha's orders as expected, they dragged me away quickly. When they shoved me through the door of his bedroom, I collapsed onto the cold floor, unable to catch myself. The door slammed shut behind them. Silence filled the room then I heard the soft click of the lock.I lay there, breathing in shallow, wet gasps, staring at the underside of the bed I had woken up in only hours ago. The sheets were still unmade and smelled like us, like him. The scent made my stomach turn.The door opened again before I could stand up.Asher stepped inside alone. He closed it quietly this time, as if the violence downstairs had never happened. His shoes were still marked with the blood and mud I had spat on them. He didn’t seem to care. He walked past me, poured himself a drink from the crystal decanter on the sideboard, and took a slow sip before finally turning to look down at me.“Get up.” He ordered but I didn’t move.“I said get up, Dylan.” He spoke again as he set the glass down with a soft

DYLAN’S POVThe bathroom door clicked shut behind him with a soft finality that felt louder than any slam.I stayed exactly where I was, back pressed to the cold stone, legs still slightly spread, hand frozen mid-stroke over my cock like the command had short-circuited every nerve. Water kept pounding down, turning my thin skin pink and sensitive, but the heat in my groin had nothing to do with the shower anymore.My chest heaved with rage and shame. That sick, pulsing want I couldn’t strangle no matter how hard I tried. I hated him but I hated myself more, for reacting to another man, for the forbidden bond that forced this on both of us.Slowly because every movement felt like surrender, I lowered my hand. The sudden absence of pressure made the ache worse, sharper, like my body was punishing me for stopping. I turned off the water with a vicious twist of the knob. Silence crashed in, broken only by the drip-drip from the showerhead and my own ragged breathing.I stepped out, snatch

By the time the rain slowed to a steady murmur against the windows, Asher was already asleep behind me, deep, untroubled breaths that edged into soft snores every few cycles. The sound should have grated. It didn’t. It was infuriatingly human. Proof that the monster who’d just cum down my throat and promised to claim me tomorrow could still switch off like any other man.His arm lay heavy across my thin waist, possessive even in sleep as if I could run away from him. His chest pressed to my back, heat bleeding through every point of contact. And lower God, lower he was still brutally hard. The thick length of him lay trapped between us, hot and heavy against the cheeks of my ass. With every slow breath he took, it shifted just enough for the swollen head to drag lazily along my skin, catching on the slickness that refused to stop leaking from me.I was hard, shamefully and obscenely so. The insides of my thighs glistened, sticky and cool where the air touched them. Every tiny movement

ASHER’S POV“Alpha, we have the Lockwood’s Alpha and his members at the west border. They seemed to be quite angry, Lucas is already there,” my beta, Henry, informed me as soon as I walked out of Dylan’s room.I halted immediately.What the fuck did Nigel Lockwood want now? At this fucking time also.I still felt the residual heat of Dylan’s thinner body pressed against mine, the way the mate bond had forced my cock between the firm cheeks of another man, something I had never wanted, never sought, and still hated with every rational part of me. We were both straight. We both knew it. The bond didn’t care. It had made me hard against him anyway, made me rock against him like I wanted it, when all I really wanted was to put distance between us and never touch another man again. The disgust sat heavy in my gut even now but at that time it was sweet desire.“Did any of the guards tell you anything?” I asked while walking beside Henry, forcing my mind away from the memory of Dylan’s reluc