All Chapters of Protecting The Enemy Alpha's Baby: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Ruben's POVThe raised, furious voices of the three Alphas echoed through the stone corridors of the estate like rolling thunder. From downstairs, I could hear them arguing with Chloe or rather, shouting at the heavy wooden door of her bedroom. She had locked herself inside with baby Leo the moment they returned from the disastrous naming ceremony, refusing to offer a single word of explanation beyond her tears.I paced the narrow floorboards of my cramped servant’s quarters, my stomach twisted into tight, agonizing knots.In my arms, Maya was wailing.Her tiny face was flushed bright red, tears leaking from her tightly closed eyes as her high-pitched cries filled the small room. I had tried everything. I’d checked her diaper, wrapped her tightly in her warmest blanket, and offered her a bottle of warm formula but she pushed the rubber nipple away with her tiny hands, refusing to drink. She was terrified. The violent spike of dominant Alpha pheromones that had saturated the estate dur

Tanner's POVThe morning air in the main dining hall was thick enough to choke on.Sunlight poured through the vaulted stained-glass windows, reflecting off the polished mahogany table and silver breakfast platters, but none of us were in the mood to appreciate it. The heavy, mahogany chairs were dragged out, and the three of us sat surrounded by half-empty coffee cups, untouched plates of seared venison, and an overwhelming cloud of mutual frustration."She’s at Aunt Vivienne's," Sky said, his voice flat, tired and laced with suppressed fury. He rubbed his temples with two fingers, staring blindly at his untouched cup of black tea. "She packed a single bag in the middle of the night, slipped past the perimeter guards through the old cellar tunnel and took a car straight to the eastern sanctuary.""Aunt Vivienne won't let Lewis anywhere near her," River reasoned calmly, though he was furiously tapping his silver fork against the edge of his plate. "Vivienne’s border guards are fanatic

River's POVThe air at the neutral border lodge was thick with mountain mist and the sharp, predatory scent of cat shifters.I smoothed the front of my tailored slate-grey coat, maintaining a relaxed, casual posture as my stallion picked his way carefully over the gravel path leading up to the grand log structure. Beside me, Tanner was practically vibrating with unspent aggression. He sat high in his saddle, his heavy knuckles white where his hands gripped the leather reins, his dark eyes scanning the pine treeline as if begging for a lion scout to give him an excuse to draw blood."Tanner," I said softly, not bothering to turn my head toward him. "Breathe. You look like you're about to burst an artery.""They're sitting in there expecting us to bow, River," Tanner growled through gritted teeth, his voice a low, subsonic rumble. "Lewis called us children playing with a crown. And now we're sitting here under a white flag like beaten dogs.""We are not beaten dogs," I corrected smooth

Sky's POVThe heavy mahogany door of my private study clicked shut, locking out the noise of the bustling estate.I stood by the floor-to-ceiling windows, looking out over the courtyard as the dusk painted the sky in shades of bruised purple and amber. Below, the estate guards were already doubling the perimeter patrols, preparing for the arrival of King Ralf’s lion vanguard tomorrow. The treaty was signed. The southern border was secure. My brothers and I had managed to turn a political nightmare into a legendary alliance.Yet, as I poured two fingers of amber whiskey into a crystal tumbler, my mind wasn't on the Zuri lions or the impending war with the Ash Pack.My mind was entirely occupied by the quiet Omega standing at the center of my study.Ruben was standing on the Persian rug, keeping his posture tight and submissive. He wore a clean, dark grey tunic, his soft brown hair still slightly damp from a recent wash. The black-market suppressants had completely flushed from his syst

Ruben's POV The heavy rumble of rubber tires on wet gravel echoed through the courtyard outside, signalling the return of the royal motorcade. I stood by the window of the estate’s second-story tea room, peering through the leaded glass. The autumn drizzle had turned into a soft, veil-like mist over the valley. Sky’s dark SUV pulled up to the main entrance, flanked by two heavily armored escort vehicles. The moment the engine cut out, Sky stepped out of the driver's side, holding an umbrella over his head as he opened the rear door for his sister. Chloe stepped down into the cool air, holding baby Leo snugly against her shoulder in a dark fleece carrier. She looked weary, the shadows under her hazel eyes still evident, but the dark, suffocating panic that had consumed her during the naming ceremony had finally vanished. Behind them, two lion warriors,members of King Ralf’s vanguard assigned as royal escorts,stood at attention by the gate, proof that the Zuri pride was now officiall