All Chapters of My Enemy, My Mate: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

CEDRIC’S POVThe journey back to Elgin proved to be a grueling one, with the heavy snowfall in Dowin slowing our progress. Despite Venus's initial hostility, he had graciously provided us with a carriage, which had allowed us to take shelter at his manor the previous night.As I rode in the carriage, Marci noticed my chapped lips and handed me a luxurious fur coat. "My Lord, please wear this," he suggested. I gratefully accepted, wrapping the coat around me. The extra layer of warmth was a welcome relief.Given the simplicity of our carriage – deliberately chosen to avoid drawing attention to ourselves – there wasn't enough space for me to lie down. I stretched my legs out as far as I could, trying to get comfortable.Hours passed, and the carriage continued to move steadily along. Marci dozed off, his head bent forward. As the temperature rose, I shed the fur coat, no longer needing its warmth.I leaned forward, calling out to the coachman, "Hey, how much longer before we reach Elgin

EMMELINE 'S POV It had been days since I'd woken up, and my recovery process had taken longer than expected. I suspected poisoning due to the prolonged recovery time, but since no one had entered the dungeon after the guards locked it, I doubted my theory.Now back in my room in Lord Cedric's chambers, I felt relieved to no longer be under constant surveillance. "Lady Emmeline," Juliet said, bowing as she set the tray on the table.I smiled, turning to her. "Please, Juliet, just call me Emmeline. No need for formalities."Juliet let out a sigh of relief. "Thank the goddess! Calling you Lady Emmeline makes you seem old."I burst out laughing at her words. Only my parents and Nima had ever called me by my name; everyone else had addressed me as Lady Emmeline since childhood.Since my return to my room, Juliet had been serving me more often, and we'd grown acquainted. She wasn't a bad company, and I found her pleasant.Juliet helped me out of bed and handed me a cup of cinnamon tea, my

EMMELINE 'S POV Since July's revelation about a traitor collaborating with the witches of Archane, Lord Cedric had been on high alert. Secret investigations were underway to avoid alerting the culprit. Elara helped me fix my hair, noticing my somber mood. "Why so gloomy?" she asked. I merely sighed, bound by Lord Cedric's warning to keep July's words and identity confidential. Rumors in Dogar hinted that blood witches, like July, were highly sought after for their unparalleled strength. Many coveted ownership of them. As Juliet entered with a tray of food, July followed closely behind, her cold, intimidating gaze unsettling me. "Here's your food, Emmeline," Juliet said, hastily departing to attend to Mistress Colima's summons. July sat beside me on the bed, earning a deep frown from Elara. "Don't you have any respect for the mistress?" she asked. I calmingly touched Elara's hand. "It's fine; we're all... friends." But calling July my friend felt odd, given the chilly aura surroun

CEDRIC’S POV“My lord,” Marci called out to me, making me snap out of my thoughts, I frowned at him. “What is the problem this time?”Marci bowed respectfully, “I apologize for disturbing your rest but there are things that require your attention.”I rubbed my forehead in annoyance, “speak up Marci! I don't have all day.”Marci handed out a letter, “this is from lord Venus.”I quickly snatched it open;“Lord Cedric the council are highly disappointed in your refusal to attend the Annual blood moon festival a week ago. It has earned you more enemies as Lord Carlos suspects you have an alliance with a powerful alpha which is the only reason you are so proud. Be careful and watchful, I will contact you again if need be. Yours sincerely, Lord Venus”.I squeezed the letter in anger and threw it out the window. How could I forget about the Annual blood moon festival?“Marci!” I growled, “why was I not reminded about the festival?”Marci swallowed h

CEDRIC'S POV I stumbled through the corridors, my legs heavy with the weight of too much liquor. The day's revelry with Lily and Emma had been a futile attempt to distract myself from the ache within. My alpha had been wailing, begging me to seek out our omega, but I'd resisted, stubbornly clinging to my pride.As I climbed the stairs, my foot missed the step, and I braced myself for the impact. But instead of falling, I felt a gentle grasp, steadying me."My lord, you're drunk," Emmeline's voice whispered, laced with concern. Her hands wrapped around my waist, guiding me upward.My heart swelled, pounding in my chest like a drum. For the first time in what felt like an eternity, I felt a spark of happiness. The liquor must have been clouding my judgment, because all I wanted was to bask in Emmeline's presence."Why are you staring at me like that?" Emmeline asked, her eyes searching mine as she dismissed my guards.I muttered a half-truth, "I'm just surprised to see you, that's all.