All Chapters of Loving The Enemy Alpha : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Brian’s POV"Draw your steel, everyone!" I roared, kicking my stallion's sides hard as the heavy horse surged forward down the muddy slope toward the lowering drawbridge.My right hand clamped around the familiar grip of my longsword, pulling the steel blade clean from its sheath with a loud, metallic rasp that cut through the early morning quiet. Mollie rode right at my left flank, her dark leather daggers drawn and held low against her saddle, while Captain Vane and our four guards galloped hard behind us with their spears raised. My chest heaved with every jump of my horse, my heart hammering against my ribs as I braced for an immediate volley of cross-bow bolts from the high battlements above.We thundered straight across the echoing oak planks of the lowered drawbridge, our horses' iron shoes kicking up sparks against the wet timber. We burst through the wide open iron gates, expecting a wall of hostile shields or a trap waiting behind the entrance, but nothing hit us. I yanked ha

Brian’s POV"Marcus?" I snapped, my hand gripping my sword hilt so hard the leather groaned under my fingers while my alpha energy spiked inside the small guard chamber. "Are you absolutely certain it was Marcus?"The injured guard leaned his back hard against the cold stone wall, his face pale as chalk while he nodded twice, his breath coming in ragged hitches. "I would know that gravelly rasp anywhere, Lord Brian. He spent fifteen years leading our morning drills, and he spoke right beside my ear when he tied the heavy ropes around my wrists."Mollie stood up slowly beside me, her hands trembling slightly as she looked from the terrified sentry back to my face. "Brian, if it was Marcus, then he never fled across the river to Silvermane territory like the council elders assumed three days ago.""He didn't run away at all," I said, my vision narrowing with dark, suffocating rage as the truth slammed into my mind like an iron hammer. "The old fool came straight back here, right under ou

Brian’s POV"Arthur's personal scribe?" I repeated, my voice dropping into a harsh growl that echoed off the stone walls of the dark study.I stepped closer to Chloe, my eyes locked on the tiny, torn fragment of yellowed parchment held tight between her trembling fingers. The weak candle flame flickered against the damp draft blowing through the broken windowpane, casting long, nervous shadows across the scattered papers on the floorboards."Explain what you mean, Chloe," I demanded, crossing my arms over my chest while keeping my right hand hovering close to my sword hilt. "Why would a simple palace scribe have his handwriting hidden inside Elder Marcus's floorboards?"Chloe looked up from the floor, her face pale as she smoothed the frayed edge of the paper against her knee. "His name is Samuel. He has been in Arthur's household for nearly nine years, quietly copying official trade decrees, military orders, and private pack correspondence.""A low-ranking servant," Mollie murmured f

Brian’s POVI turned away from the heavy wooden door of Mollie's private sitting room, leaving two of my most trusted guards posted outside her door with strict orders to let no one pass without my personal mark.My boots thudded against the cold stone floor as I marched down the dark east corridor toward the lower guard chambers, my mind turning over the information Chloe had just revealed. The western garrison town sitting right on the edge of neutral territory was the exact kind of blind spot a rogue like Malakai would use to assemble an army without drawing unwanted attention from either pack."Alpha Brian!" Captain Vane called out, rushing toward me from the direction of the main courtyard with a rolled leather dispatch pouch slung across his shoulder. "The inner perimeter search is complete, but we found no further sign of Elder Marcus inside the keep.""He is already long gone, Vane," I said, stopping beside the high torch sconce near the courtyard archway. "He used those stole

Brian’s POVI looked at Lucan, seeing the deep regret written across his face as Mollie turned away, her head bowed while silent tears fell onto the dusty cellar floorboards."You should have brought that request to me back then, Lucan," I said, my voice heavy with a mix of anger and grief as I rested my hand on Mollie's trembling shoulder to comfort her."I was terrified, Brian," Lucan replied, looking up at me with raw honesty in his dark eyes. "Arthur had sent three sentries to the gallows the week before just for speaking to a prisoner without permission, and Marcus warned me that my head would be next if I stepped out of line."I let out a long, slow breath, feeling the hard wall of anger between my brother and me crack just a fraction in the quiet archive room. He was young back then, isolated, and manipulated by the same corrupt elders who had torn our pack apart from the inside."Mollie," I murmured softly, squeezing her shoulder gently. "Let me take you back upstairs to your