Mated to My Intended's Enemy novel Chapter 238

Chapter 238: Chapter 238 Mate Bond

Freya’s POV

Morning light filtered through our bedroom curtains, casting a warm glow across Silvano’s sleeping face. I traced the strong line of his jaw with my fingertip, still marveling at how much had changed in such a short time. The weight that had pressed on both our hearts for months was finally lifted—the cursed bond restored to its rightful strength.

Selene stretched contentedly within me. *He’s ours again. Truly ours.*

I smiled at her satisfaction. After months of her confused whining and desperate attempts to reconnect with Silvano’s wolf, she was finally at peace.

"You’re staring," Silvano murmured without opening his eyes, his voice deliciously rough with sleep.

"Just making sure this is real," I admitted, pressing a kiss to his shoulder. "That you’re really here with me."

His eyes opened then, obsidian depths softening as they met mine. "I’m never leaving you again, Luna." He pulled me closer, his large hand spanning my waist. "No more secrets between us. No more noble sacrifices."

"Promise?" I asked, hating how vulnerable I sounded.

Instead of answering with words, he pressed his forehead against mine, opening his mind completely. I gasped as his emotions flooded me—fierce love, profound relief, and unwavering commitment, all wrapped in a protective devotion that nearly brought tears to my eyes.

"I can feel you again," I whispered, blinking back the moisture threatening to spill. "All of you."

His thumb gently wiped away a tear that escaped. "And I you. Every beautiful, stubborn, brilliant part."

The door to our bedroom burst open before I could respond, our five-year-old daughter launching herself onto our bed with supernatural speed and accuracy.

"Mommy! Daddy!" Isabella squealed, wedging herself between us. "You fixed it! You fixed your special string!"

"What special string, princess?" Silvano asked cautiously, tucking a strand of Isabella’s dark hair behind her ear.

"The gold one," she said matter-of-factly, tracing an invisible line between Silvano’s chest and mine. "It was all frayed and broken before, but now it’s bright and strong again. I can see it!"

I felt Silvano’s shock mirror my own. Victoria had mentioned Isabella might have inherited more than just her grandmother’s eyes—the legacy of fairy blood often manifested in unpredictable ways. But seeing the mate bond? That was unprecedented.

"You can see our bond?" I asked quietly.

Isabella nodded, her dark eyes unusually bright. "I started seeing it recently. And in my dreams, there’s a black shadow."

My chest tightened. "What kind of shadow?"

"A woman with long red curly hair in a black robe. She has black flames on her hands." Isabella’s voice grew smaller with each word.

I pulled her closer, feeling her tiny body trembling. "No one will hurt you, sweetheart. Daddy and I won’t let them."

Silvano stepped forward, his face grim but his voice gentle when he addressed Isabella. "You’re safe with us, little wolf. Always."

Isabella looked between us, then buried her face against my shoulder. The description she’d given was too vivid, too specific to be just a nightmare. Her elfblood was awakening faster than we’d expected, and with it came visions we weren’t prepared for.

I met Silvano’s eyes over our daughter’s head. The witch Aurora had been working with now had a face—red hair, black flame magic. Someone none of us had encountered directly, yet she was already reaching into Isabella’s dreams.

The enemy was closer than we’d realized.

Her mercurial mood shifting as only a child’s could. "Can we have pancakes? With blueberries?"

"Of course we can," I said. I met Silvano’s gaze over our daughter’s head, seeing my own concern reflected there. "Why don’t you go wash your hands while Daddy and I get dressed?"

Once Isabella had skipped from the room, Silvano pulled me into his arms. "We’ll find Morgana," he promised, his voice low and fierce. "She won’t get near either of you."

"Isabella’s abilities..." I began.

"Are stronger than we realized," he finished. "Mother suspected, but this confirms it. She needs training, protection."

I nodded against his chest. "One crisis at a time. First pancakes, then we call an emergency council meeting."

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The kitchen filled with laughter as Isabella "helped" make pancake batter, which mostly involved getting more flour on herself than in the bowl. Silvano stood behind me, arms wrapped around my waist as I flipped blueberry pancakes on the griddle, occasionally pressing kisses to my neck that made concentration difficult.

"Daddy, stop distracting Mommy," Isabella scolded, sounding so much like me that Silvano chuckled against my skin.

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