Claimed By My Husband's Enemy novel Chapter 117

Chapter 117

(Eli)

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“Mommy?”

Bridget called but Lizbeth was too lost to answer. She shifted in her wolf form. Amid the chaos, her daughter ran to her fearlessly, but Lizbeth could not recognize anyone at the moment. I wouldn’t have realized why until I saw the burning mark on her nape.

Damn it.

The worst was not over yet.

Dale was her mate.

Now I understood why he spared her, why their bond, for all its faults, lies, and shortcomings was still strong. Because they were a fated pair. And female shifters had a tendency to lose their sanity with the death of their mates. The pain was multiplied for Lizbeth knowing that she caused his death. Her beast wouldn’t understand logic, not right now. It only understood loss, grief, and the need to let it out through violence.

I used my remaining strength and hugged her wolf before she could run and hurt her daughter. Tremors racked through her body as she roared furiously. Creed was trying his best to reach us, pushing and fighting anyone who blocked his way while Dale’s werewolves and dragons ran amok.

The roof shattered when the dragon rebels burned it. I motioned the doctor to run away with the baby whose face I didn’t even get to see, whose body I didn’t get to hold. My son’s cries were still ringing in my ears as I held Lizbeth tighter. Uncle Anson arrived; he went back into his human form. He reinforced Creed’s barrier around us so that nothing and no one else could approach us.

Aurelia tried healing my mom who had already passed out from exhaustion. Terrence was with them. Uncle’s chest was heaving. He looked worn out as he helped my mate. His shoulder was charred. I could see his dragon; half of its wing was burnt which meant that he was too injured to shift. Only Uncle Jack’s dragon from the council and from our family was outside, flying and leading his soldiers to take out the rest of Dale’s endless puppets.

Terrence didn’t look any better as well. He looked worse than the last time I saw him. His wolf barely opened its eyes. His steps were slow but determined. He looked like he wanted to run towards Lizbeth but after seeing the horde of assassins who still had not given up on their quest to take me away, he clenched his jaw and dealt with them first.

After Aurelia finished giving first aid to mom, she told me she was going to find the doctor and my son. I could only nod. My son was safe; I could feel it. He was with a former military doctor whose heart was as golden as my mom’s although knowing that he was in another woman’s embrace instead of mine, hurt.

But I no longer had the strength to stand and search for my baby Sending him away a while ago and trying my best not to show Dale how much my little prince mattered to me was the only way I could keep him safe. I was worried that Dale would take an interest in him if he saw me falter, if he saw how badly I wanted to have my son in my arms.

I also commanded Creed’s werewolf to follow them, a command the beast was clearly against, but still obeyed, nevertheless, The beast would protect them.

All I could do right now was not let go of Lizbeth’s raging wolf. I held her tighter even as she bit my arm. I closed my eyes, hummed the song that mom used to sing for me, the same song wanted to sing for my own baby, before using the last bit of my mana, hoping to bring out the human side of her.

“Come back to us, Lizbeth. Your daughter and your brother need you. Terrence needs you,” I begged as my arm started to feel numb. “Heck, I need you.”

Bridget now looked hesitant. “Aunt Eli? Does mom hate me?”

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Chapter 117

“No,” I croaked. “That will never happen.”

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Her eyes watered. “Why is she growling at me? She’s never done that before.”

“Your mom is not angry, sweetie. She’s just hurt,” I told her, my eyesight was starting to get blurry. When I felt that Lizbeth’s energy was no longer in a frenzy, I nodded at her daughter. “Come here, Bridget. Hug her like this. Your mommy needs to feel your love right now, so she’ll feel better.”

Her little arms wrapped around Lizbeth’s beast. I held them together when both of them trembled. Lizbeth from the madness and Bridget from anxiety, while silently wishing I could do the same for my mate, most especially for my son.

I hadn’t even had a glimpse of him yet. I only heard him. And God, his voice was the most adorable sound I’d ever heard. My son had an ear-piercing scream, but I loved it. Because it meant that he was alive. It meant he was okay.

“It’s going to be alright,” I whispered to Bridget. “It’s almost over. The sun will be rising soon.”

And when Lizbeth stopped roaring in pain, I let go.

My back hit the floor.

I saw my mate toss down the last person blocking him. He stumbled on the floor. He didn’t stop to catch his breath. He crawled towards me and reached for my hand.

As soon as I felt his hand on mine, I finally took a rest.

I closed my weary eyes.

(Anson)

If anyone would ask the shifters about love, especially the dragons, their first response would be to snicker. It was just a word humans romanticize to earn, to pass the time, to use as an excus for their terrible actions. We were more familiar with obsession. All shifters were obsessed about people and things. That was our natural instinct. That was how we were made.

Jacques and I only understood the concept of family and loyalty. We were still dumbfounded about Eloise’s decision to surrender her hoard to a man even if said man was her mate. It was unthinkable for dragons. We never surrendered our hoards.

But Eloise did.

Elianna did it as well.

And still, we could not understand what ‘love’ got to do with it. Creed and Elianna had very intense feelings for each other, Jack and I could say that after observing the couple for the past months. However, their gestures were not enough for us to get it.

And then tonight happened, an eye-opener for all dragons. All the walls were broken. They could see their tamer from here. The island was a wreck.

But our youngest kin and the Black siblings showed us the definion of the word many times tonight. Love for Elianna’s newborn when she gave up her wolf protector and sent them away with the doctor to a place she prepared. Forgiveness for Lizbeth and the latter’s redemption. How many times did Elian embrace the Black siblings’ wolves and took them for what they were despite the risks?

And then there was Creed who separated half his soul and his very beast from his body all for my niece.

There was love in staying and love in letting go. There was love embrace and some tough love in goodbyes. I could still not describe the word although I felt it. I saw it. There was power in it, forcing me to believe in that four-letter-word they were fighting for.

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