All Chapters of Inlove with the Supposed enemy : Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

" You suppose this is done?"Layla's voice cut like a stropped cutter, pigmented with something raw, uneasy. She stood near the edge of ruined yard, her arms crossed hard over her casket, watching as the last of Duncan's faded into the treeline. Fire had been taken out of battle, but there was still stink of smoke, of blood, of a matter untreated.Tyrrell, standing beside her, let out a sigh." It's not over. But it's a break." *" A break, *" * she echoed, snorting." That is all this ever is. A pause before the coming attack, before the coming battle. He is not gone, Tyrrell. He is just staying." *" I know. *" His voice was indeed, but there was an exhaustion behind it, something worn down.She turned to him, her eyes narrowing." also why do you sound like you are trying to move yourself?"Tyrrell did not answer incontinently. rather, he glanced out at the field- at the scattered remnants of their rearmost fight. Bodies had been dragged down, but the ghosts remained." Because if I d

" It's not real."Layla gripped her teeth and conscious herself to breathe, to fasten her senses on the cool tiles beneath her bases. But this vision still followed her, like a shadow, burned into her mind in sharp, pictorial detail.The battlefield opened before her eyes, bodies bestrew upon the ground like broken dolls. The blood swelled in billabongs in the dirt and soaked into her thrills; the air stank of smoke, iron, and death.Her hands aglow, shaking, too strong and at her feetTyrrell.Still. breathless. His eyes those damned eyes that always flashed fire, always challenged, always saw her — goggled up at nothing.She heaved , wrenching herself back to the present, heart pounding so hard it hurt." It's not real."But deep down, she was not so sure." Layla?"She jerked at the sound of Tyrrell's voice behind her. Shit. She had not indeed heard him approach." What is wrong?" His tone was low, edged with concern.Layla spun, shaking her head too hard." Nothing. I was just — al

" Control it, Layla. You have to control it."The words were echoing in her head, sharp and pertinacious. But it was not that simple. It noway was.Layla gripped her teeth, gaping at her hands. They still bucketed with the energy that had just exploded out of her, transferring a surge of force across the training field. The dust had not indeed settled yet, and one look at the wide eyes of the pack members told her all she demanded to know.She had lost control. Again.A sharp voice cut through the stupefied silence." What the hell was that?"Jax. His face was white, his casket still rising and falling from where he would hardly avoided the blast. His shirt was scorched, the edges coiled and darkened.Layla swallowed." I-"" You nearly took my fucking head out, Layla. *" * His voice was not angry just shaken. And that was so much worse." It was an accident," she said, though indeed to her own ears it sounded pathetic.Before anyone could get a word in edgeways, Tyrrell stepped forwar

"Control it, Layla. You have to control it."She clenched her fists, heart hammering, as the energy crackled through her veins. She could feel it-wild, untamed, like a storm trapped beneath her skin."Layla-"Tyrrell's voice cut through the chaos, but it was distant, drowned out by the pulse of raw power threatening to consume her.Then, the world exploded.A force tore through the battlefield, sending vampires and pack members alike flying across the ground. Layla gasped, her vision blurring, hands shaking from the surge."Shit!" Jax's voice rang out. "Did she just—?""She can't control it!"* someone else shouted.Lelaya stumbled backward, her breathing ragged. The battlefield around her was carnage—bodies, splintered trees, the scent of blood heavy in the air. The vampires were relentless, attacking in waves, faster and stronger than anything they had ever faced.Tyrrell was at her side in an instant, his arm clamping on hers. "Layla, listen to me—""I can't stop it!"* Her voice was

"Blood is never just blood. It holds secrets, it holds curses, it holds in its midst the weight of every choice made before you were born.Layla ran her fingers over the worn pages of the ancient book spread before her. In the flickering candlelight, the ink seemed to shimmer as if the words themselves were alive. Her breathing was shallow as she traced the symbol scrawled across the parchment-a crest she had seen before, buried deep in her memories.She swallowed hard. "This was my mother's, wasn't it?"Across the room, which was dimly lit, an old woman nodded, her eyes a silver unreadable. "It belonged to your bloodline long before her."*Layla exhaled sharply and set her hands against the table to steady herself. "And you're just telling me this now? After everything?""Would you have been ready to hear it before?" The voice was calm, yet there was something behind it-something ancient, something knowing.Layla gritted her teeth. "I don't know. But I didn't get a choice, did I?""N