All Chapters of Protecting The Enemy Alpha's Baby: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Ruben's POV The early afternoon sun bled through the autumn canopy, casting dappled, golden light across the estate’s lower stone terraces. I held the woven wicker basket against my hip, taking a quiet moment to breathe in the crisp, fresh air. Maya was sound asleep upstairs in the nursery, guarded by Tanner’s enforcers, giving me a rare hour to complete my tasks. I walked down the gravel path toward the rose garden to gather fresh lavender and dried rosemary for the household linens. For the first time since fleeing the Ash Pack, my chest didn't feel constricted by sheer, paralyzing terror. Sky had granted me asylum, Tanner had sworn his life to my protection, and River... River’s playful, magnetic flirting from yesterday still made my skin flush warm whenever his image crossed my mind. I reached the center of the garden, where the stone fountain trickled quietly into a circular basin. I knelt beside the lavender bushes, reaching out to snip a few fragrant sprigs. "Enjoying you

Tanner's POV The morning air along the western ridge was crisp, clean, and carrying the sharp, invigorating scent of damp earth and pine needles. I reined in my heavy Belgian draught stallion, letting the massive beast come to a gentle halt at the edge of the stone bluff overlooking the valley. Beside me, Ruben was mounted on a docile, sweet-tempered bay mare,a horse I had personally hand-picked from the royal stables because of her smooth, gentle stride. Ruben sat high in the saddle, holding the reins with surprisingly natural grace. Tied securely across his chest in a soft leather carrier was Maya, wrapped in a thick wool blanket against the mountain breeze. I looked over at him, watching the faint sunlight catch the warm brown highlights in his soft hair. The pale, feverish ghost of a look that had haunted him for weeks was finally gone. His cheeks carried a healthy, rosy flush from the crisp wind, and his wide brown eyes were sparkling with a quiet, childlike wonder as he look

Chloe's POVThe rainfall outside the estate nursery hit the high stained-glass windows in a steady, rhythmic pattern, filling the quiet room with the cool scent of wet stone and pine.I sat in the oversized armchair near the hearth, gently rocking Leo in my arms. Across the plush rug, Ruben was sitting on a folded blanket with Maya, holding a small wooden rattle that made the little girl gurgle with laughter. Outside, the entire pack was buzzing with tension, guards double-checking their weapons, lion warriors patrolling the ridge and my three brothers in the war room preparing for Spencer’s impending invasion.Yet, as I looked down at my son's sleeping face, my mind didn't wander to the Ash Pack.It wandered back three years ago, to the grand, arch-windowed lecture halls of the Northern University of Medicine. Back to a time before war bands, before secret babies and before my life was completely upended.**Three Years AgoThe morning humidity in the coastal university town was thic

Chloe's POVThe air inside the university gym’s lower basement locker room was hot, humid, and heavy with the scent of chlorine, damp towels, and polished steel.I stood in front of my narrow metal locker, violently shoving my damp workout clothes into my sports bag. My hands were trembling slightly,not from the intense ninety-minute track workout I had just finished, but from the relentless, chaotic storm echoing in my brain ever since Sam’s brutal confrontation in the courtyard yesterday.You want him, don't you? It's written all over your face."Shut up," I muttered to myself, zipping my bag shut with a sharp, metallic jerk.I swung the heavy strap over my shoulder and turned toward the wooden bench where Sam was sitting, calmly tying the laces of his white sneakers."Come on, Sam," I said, pitching my voice to sound casual and unbothered. "If we leave now, we can hit the juice bar before the library gets packed for afternoon study—"The heavy double doors of the locker room swung

Chloe's POVThe tangled cotton sheets lay discarded on the small twin bed above us, but we weren't on the mattress anymore.We were tangled together on the cool, hard floorboards of Sam's dorm room, bathed in the dim silver light filtering through the half-drawn blinds. The storm outside had finally broken, leaving behind a heavy, humid quiet that echoed the chaotic silence inside the room.It was just like us,powerful, chaotic, and laced with an overwhelming, white-hot passion that burned away every shred of rational thought.There had been no gentle, hesitant warmth. From the moment the heavy door clicked shut, our meeting had been an absolute clash of wild, dominant forces. It was a war of biting kisses, gasping breaths, hands digging hard into flushed skin, and a breathless, explosive surrender that shattered my royal wolf pride into a thousand glittering pieces. His dry, sun-baked savanna heat had swamped my senses, drowning out my ozone storm until there was nothing left in the