All Chapters of Inlove with the Supposed enemy : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Alpha Tyrrell's burnout from the previous emotional stress was triggered more when he arrived at the mansion and did not see Layla around.Without asking anyone a question, he ran upstairs to their chambers, his heart throbbing fast in his chest. He was worried about Layla and angry at her at the same time.Alpha burst the door open at once and swooshed inside like someone who was being chased by something.Getting inside the room, his heart stopped beating fast as he saw Layla lying poignant, curled up like a ball on the bed.Frozen at the spot, he is left struggling with his feelings— hate and Love.Layla hurt his feelings earlier. He hates her for doing that. Now, she is lying innocently on the bed like a homeless vagabond, in search of solace. Should he still hate her? Her sleeping posture was quite pathetic. Sighing, Alpha ignores Layla. He walked to the wardrobe to grab a shirt almost tiptoeing, avoiding every distraction. Maybe he doesn't want to interrupt Layla's rest even i

Alpha Tyrrell's commanding tone caused Alexander to pull back from Layla and she suddenly regained her sanity before taking a step backwards. What happened? Was she charmed?“ Animal! Where were you taking my mate to? Haven't I warned you about coming close to anything that concerns me?! Haven't I?" Alpha stormed from the door.Taken off balance, Alexander gave a faint smile that did not last in his lips.“ Don't worry, she will be mine soon. I am gradually taking over everything that belongs to you very soon. You just watch and see” Alexander scorned, hurrying upstairs, his agenda to lure Layla into his bed, twarted. Too late . Alpha stomped to where he was and held him by the neck, choking him to death.“ I have warned you ,Alexander. If this is the reason you returned, to take hold of everything I have worked hard for then you’ve missed it all because I’ll strangle you to death with my bare hands" Alpha gripped Alexander harder till his knuckles became crimson red.Gruttin

The pressure in the air was so thick, made of implied words that had mounted over days and now reached a boiling point. Layla sat in the sitting room, her fritters coiled around the hem of her mug, gaping fixedly at the brume rising from her tea, lost to her studies as her mind contended with the ever- growing conflict outside.The sound of steps broke her reverie. Layla did not need to look up to know who it was. Alexander had a way of making his presence known without indeed trying. His scent, citrus and pine, hung in the air between them before he indeed spoke." Quite the thoughtful expression you’ve got there," Alexander’s voice, smooth as always, slid into her mindfulness like velvet. He leaned against the doorframe, watching her with those raptorial eyes that noway sounded to leave her.She belted sluggishly on her tea, with her heart drumming in her casket. Her body was tuned to a frequence different from her mind. Layla knew this was not something that should really get to he

Layla walked hastily through the timber. The cold air nipped at her skin. She was not really apprehensive of the path she was taking because her mind had been consumed with the strange fancies she had been having, and the agitating feeling that something was going to break.She heard the crunch of leaves beneath her thrills as she approached Isabella's cabin- a small, modest home enclosed by trees and well concealed from prying pack eyes. Isabella was one of the many people that she could have talked to anytime, one that would hear to her without passing judgment. Now, further than ever, that was what Layla demanded.She knocked formerly on the door before stepping outside. Isabella was sitting by the fire, a book in hand. When she looked up and saw Layla, her expression softened, however there was something in her eyes that suggested at concern.“ Layla, ” Isabella saluted her warmly. “ You’re then earlier than usual. Everything okay? ”She closed the door behind her and, after havin

Layla stood by the window, gaping into the darkening sky. The wind had picked up, rustling the leaves outdoors, but outside, the pressure in the room felt far heavier. She could feel her palpitation quicken as thoughts she could not quiet pushed to the van of her mind.Layla," Tyrrell's voice cut through her thoughts, though it sounded so far down, muffled by the weight of everything swirling around her. She did not turn to him incontinently. rather, she let the moment stretch, feeling the cold air from the window against her skin as though that would bring her any clarity." Layla," Tyrrell repeated, establishment this time.She eventually met his aspect , trying to mask the feelings hanging to crack her calm surface." Yeah?"He stepped near to her, his eyes searching her face. His face was set hard by all that had happed." What is going on? You've been distant. I can feel it." There was not any wrathfulness in his voice, yet a sharp bite underscored the words." Is this about the war