All Chapters of FATED TO MY ENEMY, BOUND BY SIN: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

I woke up screaming and thrashing in bed.My body twisted in the sheets, arms flailing, legs kicking at nothing. The scream tore from my throat raw and I couldn't stop it. Couldn't control it. The sound just kept coming, echoing off the walls of my dark bedroom, filling every corner with my terror.I was sweating. Trembling. My sleep shirt clung to my skin, soaked through, and my heart pounded so hard I could feel it in my teeth.The dream was already slipping away, but the feelings remained. The fear. The helplessness. The memory of hands on my body, fingers digging into my wrists, breath hot against my neck.Henry's face. Nigel's smirk. Asher's gold eyes watching me fall apart and doing nothing.I couldn't shake it off. Any of it.The escape from rape replayed behind my eyelids every time I closed them. The way Henry had looked at me like I was prey. The way he had held me down while he whispered what he was going to do to me. The way my wolf had howled inside my chest, desperate an

Her lips found mine again, slower this time, deeper. The kiss was full of promise and aching tenderness. Her hand slipped under my sleep shirt, warm palm gliding over my stomach and up to rest against my chest. When her thumb brushed over my nipple, I arched into her with a rough sound.I was hard. My dick throbbed painfully with every heartbeat, begging for attention I didn’t know how to ask for. My hands grew bolder, pushing her shirt higher until she sat up just long enough to pull it off. The sight of her bare skin in the dim light made my mouth go dry.Rhea lowered herself again, skin to skin. The feeling of her body pressing against mine was electric and wrong all at once. She kissed down my neck, sucking lightly at my pulse point, then lower, until her hot mouth closed over my nipple. I groaned, loud and shameless, my fingers threading through her red-streaked hair.One of her hands slid down my body, tracing the waistband of my pants. She paused there, lips brushing my skin as

I don't know how long I stayed curled into a tight ball on the floor maybe minutes, maybe an hour but eventually I heard the footsteps and that made me startle.My heart seized as I scrambled to my feet, wiping frantically at my wet cheeks, trying to make myself presentable, trying to erase any evidence that I had been crying. But there was no time. The footsteps stopped outside my door then suddenly the door was opened.And there he stood. His white shirt was rumpled, his jaw shadowed with stubble, his gold eyes bloodshot and hard. He looked like hell. And he was staring at me like I was the reason."We need to talk," he said roughly. It wasn't a suggestion. Before I could reply, he pushed past me into the room without waiting for an invitation, and my panic spiked so violently I thought I might vomit. He knew. Oh god, he knew. Rhea had told him, or he'd walked past my room last night and heard us, or..."Close the door," he ordered.My hands shook as I obeyed. The click of the latch

I leaned against the closed door, my back pressed to the wood, and let out a breath I didn't know I'd been holding. The silence of the room wrapped around me like a blanket, heavy and suffocating all at once.Rhea hadn't followed me. I didn't know if that was a relief or not.The shower was the only place I could go where no one would follow. Where I could let the water drown out the noise in my head. I turned the handle as hot as I could stand it and stepped under the spray, hissing as the heat hit my skin.I scrubbed. Hard. My arms, my legs, my chest, places Nigel had touched, places Rhea had touched, places I didn't want to think about anymore. The soap stung my eyes, and I welcomed it. At least that pain made sense.The bathroom filled with steam, and I stood there until my fingers pruned and the water started to run cold. I wanted to stay longer. I wanted to disappear down the drain and reform somewhere far away from here.But I couldn't.I stepped out and wrapped a towel around

Asher’s footsteps faded down the hall, leaving only silence and the heavy scent of his dominance lingering in my room like smoke. I stood there shaking, fists still clenched so tight my nails bit into my palms. The words “slave like you” echoed in my skull, mixing with Carleigh’s cruel laughter and the shattering of glass from the dining hall.I couldn’t breathe.My parents’ graves. Tomorrow. I wasn’t going to see the graves again. All because I finally snapped.The walls felt like they were closing in. Asher’s house. Asher’s rules. Asher’s perfect new Luna waiting to take my place. I was suffocating.Rhea. Her name rose unbidden, sharp and desperate. The only person who had looked at me like I mattered. The only one who had touched me like I was wanted, not owned. Even after everything I’d said to her this morning… I needed her. I hated myself for it, but I needed her.I wiped my face roughly and slipped out of my room before I could think better of it. The hallway was dim and quie