All Chapters of Loving The Enemy Alpha : Chapter 61 - Chapter 69

Mollie’s POVThe crumpled parchment felt like a searing brand in my palm as Brian’s grip loosened around my shoulders, leaving me staring down at the jagged black ink scrawled across the sheepskin."Primordial girl," I repeated, my voice barely a breath above a whisper as my eyes traced those two terrifying words over and over again. "It must be an error, Brian. It has to be an archaic term or some bizarre mistranslation by Malakai's scribes, because I am just human. My parents were simple townspeople, and I have no werewolf blood, no pack lineage, and no magic."Brian did not answer me right away, his massive frame standing stiff and motionless beside the heavy oak war table while the officers around us began quietly gathering their tactical ledgers. Captain Vane and Master Paul exchanged brief, solemn nods before ushering the remaining squad leaders out of the chamber, locking the heavy double doors behind them to grant us total privacy."Brian, speak to me," I urged, taking a step c

Mollie’s POVThe stone steps felt cold through the thin soles of my slippers as I burst into Mira’s private sanctuary in the eastern wing, the door slamming against the stone frame behind me.Mira started from her workbench, dropping a silver mortar pestle onto a pile of dried willow bark as she looked up at me with wide, startled eyes. "Mollie? What in the world has happened? You look like you have just fled a battle.""I need you to examine me right now, Mira," I demanded, marching straight across the room past rows of glass vials and bundles of drying herbs, my breathing coming in short, ragged bursts. "I need you to look at my skin, my eyes, my blood, everything, and tell me the absolute truth without hiding a single detail."Mira blinked in confusion, setting her silver instruments aside on a linen cloth before wiping her hands on her apron. "Sit down on the wooden examination bench, Mollie. Take a deep breath and tell me what is going on.""Brian just admitted he has been secretl

Mollie’s POVThe heavy oak door of the healer's chamber clicked shut behind me, instantly cutting off the warm glow of Mira’s diagnostic lanterns and leaving me standing in the torchlit corridor.I stopped dead in my tracks as Marcus's low, conspiratorial whisper reached my ears from around the stone pillar. He was standing right next to Brian, his face close to his brother's, talking about binding pacts, ancestral blood gifts, and hidden family histories that had been kept from us for generations."What hidden blood gift?" I demanded, stepping out from the shadows of the doorway with a sharp, uncompromising stride that made both men snap their heads around in surprise.Brian took a quick step toward me, his hands rising instinctively as if to shield me or calm my temper, but I raised my palm to stop him in his tracks. "Do not try to soften this for me, Brian. I just watched my own blood turn gold in a glass vial under Mira's torchlight, so I am completely done with half-truths, hushe

Mollie’s POV"No, that makes no sense!" I shouted, taking a fast step backward away from both men, my head shaking violently as my heart hammered against my ribs like a trapped bird. "You are twisting the facts, Brian! The ritual is about Kaelen! My brother is the one who has been living in exile, hiding in rogue camps, and fighting off Malakai's enforcers for years! He is the one who possesses dark magic, and he is the one Arthur wanted to eliminate from the start!""Mollie, please, just listen to me," Brian pleaded, taking a cautious, slow step toward me with his palms facing upward, his voice dripping with a desperate, heavy sorrow. "I want you to be wrong about Kaelen being the target just as much as you do, but we cannot ignore the physical evidence staring us in the face anymore.""I am not a target for some dark alchemical ritual!" I yelled back, my voice echoing off the stone walls of the quiet corridor as I pointed a trembling finger toward the healer's door behind me. "I am j