Mated to My Intended's Enemy novel Chapter 233

Chapter 233: Chapter 233 The Golden Strings

Freya’s POV

The shadowy interrogation room felt even colder as Silvano and I escorted Alpha Enzo and Luna Lilith inside. Aurora’s eyes widened with genuine shock when she saw her parents, her composed facade cracking for the first time.

"Mother? Father?" Her voice trembled slightly, the confident sneer she’d directed at me moments ago dissolving. "You came..."

Enzo’s face remained hard, though I caught the flicker of pain in his eyes as he took in his daughter’s disheveled appearance. "You’ve brought shame to our bloodline, Aurora."

Lilith moved forward, her elegant fingers brushing a strand of hair from Aurora’s face with surprising tenderness. "What were you thinking, my foolish girl? Consorting with a witch? Against the Shadow Pack Alpha?"

"I did it for us," Aurora insisted, her chin lifting with the last remnants of defiance. "For our family’s freedom."

"By attempting to murder a child?" Silvano’s voice cut through the room like ice. "By cursing me and targeting my mate?"

Aurora’s eyes darted between her parents’ faces, desperate for support she clearly wasn’t finding. "You don’t understand. The witch promised me—"

"Witches promise many things," Lilith interrupted sharply. "Few of them true."

I stepped forward, my wolf Selene growling protectively inside me. "Aurora, your parents have offered terms. Exile instead of execution, if you cooperate fully."

Hope flickered in her eyes. "Exile?"

Enzo confirmed grimly. "Far from North territories. You will live out your days with us, never to return to wolf lands here again."

"In exchange," Silvano continued, his body radiating Alpha authority, "you will tell us everything. The witch’s name. Her location. Every detail of your conspiracy."

Aurora’s shoulders slumped, the reality of her situation finally setting in. The perfect, privileged princess of the Howlthorne Pack—reduced to bargaining for her life.

"What choice do I have?" she whispered.

"None," I answered honestly. "But you can choose to make this right. To help us protect Isabella from whatever comes next."

At my daughter’s name, genuine regret flashed across Aurora’s face. "I never meant for Isabella to be hurt. She was just supposed to be..." She trailed off.

"Just supposed to be what?" I demanded.

"Leverage," she admitted quietly. "To make the ritual work, I needed fairy blood from Silvano’s line. But I wouldn’t have killed her."

Lilith made a soft sound of disappointment. "Aurora, tell them what they need to know. Then we can begin our new life."

Aurora nodded slowly, the fight draining from her. "The witch’s name is Morgana. She found me six months ago when I was visiting the sacred grounds at the territory border. She knew things about our family—about Grandmother Elisabeth’s visions, about the prophecy."

"What prophecy?" Silvano demanded.

"The one that says Elisabeth’s fairy gifts would manifest again within three generations," Aurora explained. "A seer who could bridge the worlds of wolves and magic. Morgana wanted that power for herself."

My heart froze as the pieces clicked together. Isabella’s strange dreams, her unusual perceptiveness...

"You were helping her target Isabella," I realized aloud, horror making my voice shake.

"She was a pawn," Enzo said hoarsely, grief etching deep lines into his face. "Our daughter was just another pawn in that witch’s game."

Silvano stood slowly, rage radiating from every line of his powerful frame. "And now we know why. Isabella is manifesting as a seer."

I felt my world tilt on its axis, maternal fear unlike anything I’d ever experienced washing over me. My brilliant little girl with her stuffed animals and precocious questions—targeted by a power-hungry witch.

"We need to move quickly," I said, forcing calm into my voice. "The witch will know Aurora betrayed her, even if the oath prevented her from revealing everything."

"I’ll contact the other Alphas," Silvano nodded, his hand finding mine and squeezing it tightly. "This isn’t just about our family anymore. A witch targeting wolf children changes everything."

As we left the grieving parents with their daughter’s body, I couldn’t shake the image of Aurora’s final moments—the fear, the regret, the horrible realization that she’d been nothing but a disposable tool.

"She tried to save Isabella in her own twisted way," I murmured to Silvano as we walked. "By offering herself instead."

Silvano’s jaw tightened. "It doesn’t excuse what she did."

"No," I agreed. "But it makes me wonder how many others this witch has manipulated. And what she’s really after."

His arm wrapped around my waist, pulling me close as we walked. "Whatever it is, she won’t get it. I won’t lose our daughter, Freya. Not to a witch, not to anyone."

I leaned into his strength, drawing comfort from our newly restored bond. "Together this time," I reminded him. "No more facing threats alone."

"Together," he promised, pressing a kiss to my temple. "Always."