All Chapters of Married To My Enemy's Pack : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Kayla stayed in the guest suite beside mine for the next few days, still jumping at sudden sounds, and still sleeping with the lamp on. I sat with her most evenings with the two of us saying little, and just existing in the same room the way we used to back in Ashwood before any of this began."I keep thinking about his voice," she said one night, staring at the ceiling. "That man sounded so calm. Like tying me to a chair was just an errand he had to run before dinner.""You don't have to talk about it," I said softly, looking at her."But I want to," She said, turning onto her side to look at me. "I want to understand why, Helena. What did I find that was worth all of that?" She asked.I had not told her about the ledger's contents, not fully, only that it is connected somehow to an old history neither of us understood yet. And the guilt sat heavily in me every time she asked, because the honest answer was that I still did not fully understand exactly what she had found, only that it

The kitchen was still half-dark when I found Xavier. He sat at the table with both hands wrapped around a mug of coffee he wasn't drinking. Dawn hadn't committed yet; the windows held a gray light that looked more like late dusk than morning."You didn't sleep either," he said, not looking up."Maybe an hour," I said, pouring a cup for myself and sitting across from him. Usually, he fills every quiet space with jokes, but this morning the stillness felt like a truce. "Damian told me about the hearing and said it's in three days."Xavier's eyes lifted sharply despite the fatigue. "Too fast, complaints like this usually take weeks.""He also said the same thing," I responded."Because it's true." He turned his cup in a slow circle, watching the black surface ripple. "I've known Cassius since I was a child. He was never warm and never easy. But I don't believe he's the villain this house is preparing to burn. Whatever secret he has buried, it's been eating at him longer than any of us re

By the time we reached the council chamber the next morning, most of the seats were occupied. Representatives from several packs filled the room, with their quiet conversations mixing into one uneasy sound. Some watched us openly while others whispered behind their hands.At the front, Cassius was already seated behind the long table where those being questioned were expected to sit. His back was straight, with his hands resting before him, and his expression was unreadable.If I had not seen him the night before, I might have believed he was calm.Then Damian guided me to a seat near the front.“Stay close,” he whispered.I sat beside him.“Whatever happens, keep your face under control. And do not let anyone see what you are thinking,” he said.“I’ll try,” I responded.“Do more than trying.”His eyes held mine.“Because they will be watching everyone today, and one wrong reaction could give them something to use.”I nodded and folded my hands in my lap.Then the council chair called

At dawn on the next day, Nora found me sitting on the edge of my bed in the same clothes I had worn the night before, with the note still folded in between my hands.She placed the breakfast tray on the small table and came closer without saying anything. Then she lowered herself in front of me, studying my face with quiet concern.“You didn't sleep,” she asked.“Yes,” I answered.“Would you like to tell me what happened?” And for a moment, I almost did.Because Nora had been kind to me since the day I arrived in this house and she had never treated me like an outsider, none did she make me feel that I had to earn her kindness. And looking at her right now, I felt that familiar need to finally tell someone everything.But the warning on the paper stopped me.“I’m fine,” I replied.Nora sighed.“You always say that when you are not.”Though she did not press me. Instead, she picked up the plate and held it toward me.“Please, eat something. You look exhausted.”Then I took the toast j

Damian reached the old archive wing within minutes of Ryder's call. He had clearly been pulled from sleep in a hurry and was still in his clothes, his hair was untidy, and tiredness showed beneath his eyes. But none of that mattered when he saw the word across the burned wall. His expression hardened before his gaze moved to me.“Did you get hurt?” he asked.“No, we didn't find anyone.”Then he came closer and placed both hands on my shoulders. His touch was firm but careful as he checked my arms, face, and upper body, needing to see for himself that I was unharmed.“I said I'm fine.”“I know, but I still needed to check.”He finally released me and faced the wall.“Closer,” he said quietly. “What is that supposed to mean?”“To me,” I answered.Ryder stood a few steps away. “Or it could mean they are getting closer to something Helena has not told us.”The remark made my stomach tighten.Damian turned sharply.“What exactly does that mean?” he asked.“Nothing,” I said too quickly.The