All Chapters of Mated to her Enemy: Refusing his Rejection : Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

"Lucian," she whispered, her voice cracking, breaking under the strain of her emotions, "Please, just... tell me what I did wrong. I... I can fix it. I’ll change. I’ll be whatever you want." Her words came out in a desperate, pleading rush, but there was no softening in his gaze, no flicker of the man she had once known.Instead, Lucian’s lips curved into a cruel, humorless smile, and he stood up, the movement cold and precise, like a predator closing in on its prey.“You’ve already done enough, Mavis. What you don’t understand is that your mistakes were made long before today. You thought you could manipulate me, control me... but you never had that power. And now, it’s too late.” His voice was ice, the finality of his words sinking in.Mavis’s knees gave out, and she collapsed onto the floor, her mind reeling, her body shaking uncontrollably as tears threatened to spill. She had no idea how to respond to that. The weight of Lucian’s rejection was suffocating, and her heart felt as if

Jack watched Eloise, sensing the internal conflict swirling behind her composed exterior. She was struggling, torn between something, perhaps pride or hesitation, and the reality of her situation. A small, amused smile tugged at his lips. You really are a greedy woman, he thought. There was no judgment in the thought, only the recognition of her desires.He sighed inwardly, feeling a strange mix of amusement and something deeper. But that greed will serve me well. I have more than enough to satisfy them.Jack had seen many women, like Eloise, gritty, calculating, and focused only on the reward. He knew their patterns, their routines. Most of the women in clubs were motivated by the same thing: money, and lots of it, without giving much in return. But Eloise... she was different. Or at least, that's what he thought.Finally, Eloise opened her mouth, her voice soft and cautious, “What can I do for you in exchange for your tip?”Jack blinked in surprise. The expectation in his mind was f

Mavis was having a really bad day. And by "bad," I mean so bad that if bad days were an Olympic sport, she would’ve won gold, silver, and bronze. She had just lost her job at Club Scarlet Heart. Not a small gig-oh no! This was a job that not only paid her rent, paid her tuition fees but also funded her little weekly shopping trips for things she didn’t really need but bought anyway because of shopping therapy. You know, essentials. The kind of stuff that made her feel like she was living in a glossy magazine, even though her reality was more like a "how-to-survive-your-twenties" blog post.But here’s the kicker: it wasn’t just the job loss. Opps! Mavis’s voice, once rich and sultry, had become... well, let’s just say she now sounded like someone who had been chain-smoking since the age of 13 and had been hit in the throat with a brick. Every time she opened her mouth, it was like a wounded animal was trying to escape.But hey, she wasn’t going to let that stop her. Nope. Mavis was res

Eloise stood in front of the mirror, staring at her reflection like it was a crime scene. She could almost hear her conscience whispering, "You are truly a walking disaster, Eloise." The shame gnawed at her insides, and honestly, she couldn’t blame it. She had considered asking Lucian for help, begging him to buy her way out of the Scarlet Heart Club and free her from this nightmare. But the words? Yeah, they just refused to leave her mouth. Her throat felt like a desert."Do you want to say something?" Lucian’s voice sliced through the awkward tension. Just as he turned to leave her at the door of the club, he caught her attention. She could feel him sizing her up, probably trying to figure out if she had something dramatic to say."No. Nothing," Eloise managed, her voice dry enough to make a sandpaper commercial. He felt like she was lying, and not just lying to him, but lying to herself, too.Lucian paused, looking at her for a second longer, but then he just shrugged and walked of

In the Ocean Moon Pack, Michael stared at Jack across the room, his expression hardening as he noticed the smug smile on Jack’s face. The atmosphere in the office, thick with tension, made the air feel suffocating. Jack was lounging casually on the couch, but Michael could see the flicker of something darker behind his eyes."You seem to be in a good mood these days," Michael commented, his voice cool but laced with something that could almost be concern.Jack's smile widened, and he leaned back further, his arms resting comfortably behind his head. "Why wouldn't I be?" he replied nonchalantly. "I've stumbled upon some very interesting prey."Michael set the document he had been reading aside, narrowing his eyes as he studied Jack. "Jack," he said, his tone turning serious. "Stop, there's nothing funny about this."Jack chuckled softly, the sound carrying a hint of arrogance. "Michael, you're an Alpha. Don't you know that hunting is a very elegant sport?" He winked as if this were som