All Chapters of Loving The Enemy Alpha : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Brian’s POV"Mollie!" I roared, my voice tearing through my throat as her mare went down over the steep rocky edge.The sickening sound of her horse tumbling through the sharp granite and mud sent a wave of pure, unadulterated panic crashing straight through my veins. My alpha energy exploded out of my chest in a violent, burning shockwave that made the air itself vibrate, forcing the two spear-men in front of me to stagger back half a pace.I didn't care about the sharp iron axe grazing my left shoulder, and I didn't care about the fresh blood tearing open beneath my ribs. My eyes were fixed entirely on the dark embankment where she had disappeared."Die, Nightshade scum!" a mercenary yelled, swinging a broad iron blade at my head.I ducked beneath the heavy swing, driving my short sword straight up under his chin, feeling the steel punch through bone before I kicked his collapsing body off my blade into the mud. I leaped off my kneeling warhorse, dropping into the slick, wet dirt of

Brian’s POVHer small, warm fingers squeezed mine on the cold wooden planks of the bridge, and for a long moment, the roaring river beneath us sounded miles away. I stared down at our joined hands, feeling the heat of her skin bleeding through her thin leather riding gloves into my calloused palm, and I did not pull away."We need to keep moving before your side bleeds through the rest of your tunic," Mollie said softly, her thumb tracing a small circle against my knuckles before she gently released my grip."Right," I muttered, clearing my raspy throat as I shifted my weight, using her sturdy shoulder for balance as we took our first steps off the bridge onto the stone path leading toward the keep. "Two miles left.""I can drag you the rest of the way if your legs give out, Alpha," she teased, though her voice carried a quiet, fierce warmth that made my chest tighten in a completely new way."You will not have to drag me anywhere," I said, managing a small, tired grin as we walked pa

Brian’s POV"A silver-laced weapon," I muttered under my breath, standing frozen in the center of my cold, pitch-black private study while holding the heavy leather-bound ledger my father had sealed away in the high wall safe thirty years ago.The exact description I had uncovered in the high pack archives earlier that evening matched the strange text down to the specific, horrifying phrasing. It described a brutal, ancient blade forged with pure silver vein-metal and dark spell-craft, an ancient relic engineered generations ago that had wiped out nearly half of my ancestors in a single bloody night along the riverbank. My hands shook slightly as I turned the dry parchment page under the dim yellow light of my desktop candle, the faint smell of old leather and dried ink filling my nose."Lord Brian," Captain Vane called out softly from the hallway threshold, resting his heavy gloved hand against the open wooden doorframe while his iron armor clattered against the stone wall. "The guar

Brian’s POVI stood frozen over the damning records resting on the oak desk, my eyes locked on the bold signatures of Thomas Vance and Elena Vance written at the bottom of the yellowed parchment. The cold dust of aisle fourteen hung heavy in the damp air between us, every single detail of the ancient massacre that took my uncle and three cousins rushing through my mind like a fresh, open wound. Every instinct passed down through my alpha bloodline roared at me to step away from her, to see her as the daughter of the monsters who had handed the Silvermane council our absolute destruction.Mollie stood completely still beside the iron chest, her knuckles pale as she gripped the rough edge of the reading table, her dark eyes wide and full of fear as she waited for my anger to break over her head. Her breath came in quick, silent hitches, her body braced for me to draw my short blade or order her back to the keep dungeons in heavy iron chains. She didn't move an inch, her gaze searching m

Brian’s POV"Malakai?" I roared, taking two fast paces forward until my chest nearly brushed Nadia's green cloak, my hand clamping around the cold hilt of my sword. "Who the hell is Malakai, and why would he care about a human girl or old archive schematics?"Nadia didn't step back from my blade, her pale yellow eyes reflecting the single candle flame burning low on the oak desk between us."Malakai is a rogue commander building a massive, violent army in the dead territories beyond the northern mountain ridge," Nadia answered, her voice dropping into a flat, deadly whisper that echoed through the dusty stone aisle. "He has gathered three thousand unflagged fighters, exiles, and disgraced pack warriors under his black banner over the last two years.""Three thousand fighters?" Captain Vane gasped from behind my shoulder, his heavy iron boots shifting against the cold flagstones as his hand dropped to his own dagger. "The dead territories are supposed to be empty wasteland.""They were