Mated to My Intended's Enemy novel Chapter 102

Chapter 102: Chapter 102 Plant Warriors

That night, after returning from the underground chamber, I felt a strange energy coursing through my veins. Leo had reluctantly left to coordinate our pack’s movements, promising to return by dawn. I sat cross-legged on the garden floor, moonstone wand resting across my palms, trying to make sense of the fairy grimoire’s complicated instructions.

"You’re overthinking it," came Ava’s voice, suddenly crystal clear in my mind.

I’d grown accustomed to my wolf’s presence, but tonight she seemed different—more defined, almost tangible. In my mind’s eye, I could see her silver-gray form sitting before me, amber eyes gleaming with newfound wisdom.

"What’s happening to you?" I whispered.

"To us," Ava corrected. "Your mother’s inheritance has strengthened our bond. The fairy essence flowing through our veins has awakened parts of me that were dormant."

I frowned. "But aren’t you... confused? You’re a wolf spirit connected to a half-fairy. Doesn’t that create conflict?"

Ava’s spiritual form circled me, her movements fluid and graceful. "Our dual nature isn’t meant to be at war, Victoria. Wolf and fairy aren’t opposing forces—they’re complementary powers that can harmonize within you."

"That’s not what I’ve been told my whole life," I muttered bitterly, remembering every time my mixed heritage had been thrown in my face as a defect, a weakness.

"Because those who feared your potential needed you to believe you were broken." Ava’s voice held a growl. "The wolf provides raw strength, primal instinct, pack bonds. The fairy brings connection to nature, healing, and ancient magic. Together..."

"We’re something else entirely," I finished, a shiver running through me.

"Stand up," Ava commanded. "It’s time to complete our union."

I rose, clutching the moonstone wand. The greenhouse around me seemed to pulse with anticipation, plants leaning closer as if to witness what was about to happen.

"Close your eyes," Ava instructed. "Feel the wolf strength in your limbs, the power that makes your muscles coil and your senses sharpen."

I did as she asked, connecting with the familiar sensations of my wolf side—the heightened hearing that could detect a squirrel’s heartbeat from yards away, the enhanced vision that turned darkness into merely dim light, the raw physical power that had always frightened Enzo.

"Now," Ava continued, "without letting go of that, reach for the fairy essence. It flows like sap through the green world around you. It sings in the moonlight. It whispers in the roots beneath your feet."

I extended my awareness outward, feeling a different kind of power—ancient, patient, alive with possibilities. The plants around me responded immediately, their energy signatures brightening in my mind like stars appearing at dusk.

"Both powers are yours," Ava urged. "Don’t choose between them. Don’t compartmentalize. Merge them. Let them flow together like two streams joining to form a river."

Sweat beaded on my forehead as I struggled to hold both energies simultaneously. They seemed to repel each other like opposing magnets, wolf and fairy sliding apart whenever I tried to bring them together.

"I can’t," I gasped, frustration building. "They won’t combine."

*Because you’re still believing what they told you.*Ava growled.

Anger flared in me—anger at Enzo, at Aurora, at every person who had ever made me feel lesser for my mixed blood.

"I am not broken!" I shouted, my voice echoing through the greenhouse.

Something shifted inside me. The opposing energies stopped fighting and began to dance around each other, intertwining like lovers. Wolf and fairy, strength and magic, force and finesse—they flowed together in a perfect harmony I’d never imagined possible.

My eyes flew open as power surged through me. My skin glowed with a soft silver light, and the plants around me swayed as if in a strong breeze, though the air was perfectly still.

"Holy shit," I breathed, looking down at my hands. My nails had lengthened slightly, not into full wolf claws but something in between—elegant and deadly. When I inhaled, I could smell everything—the individual scents of hundreds of plants, the earthworms moving in the soil, the dormant spores waiting for spring.

"Now you understand," Ava said, satisfaction evident in her tone. "This is what they feared. The perfect balance of both worlds."

I moved to the center of the greenhouse, feeling lighter and stronger than ever before. On impulse, I leapt upward and found myself sailing easily to the top of a tall shelving unit, landing with perfect balance on the narrow edge.

"The physical prowess of a wolf," I murmured.

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