Mated to My Intended's Enemy novel Chapter 105

Chapter 105: Chapter 105 He’s awake

Victoria

The battle that followed was swift but decisive. Leo’s forces, combined with the alliance packs and my plant guardians, overwhelmed Marcus’s remaining mercenaries within minutes. The corrupted trees that had once served as his sentries crumbled to dust the moment my power severed their connection to his dark magic.

When the dust settled, Marcus Grimwood knelt in chains forged from silver and moonstone—bonds that would hold even an Alpha. His artificial eye had been permanently destroyed by my power surge, leaving him looking old and broken, stripped of the malevolent presence that had made him so terrifying.

Aurora had collapsed shortly after the battle ended, her body finally succumbing to months of magical drain. But in her final moments, she’d managed one last spell—a ward that would prevent anyone from ever again using the Moon Temple for dark purposes. She died as the first rays of dawn touched the ancient stones, a peaceful expression on her face for the first time in decades.

My mother held my hand as we watched Aurora’s body dissolve into motes of silver light that settled into the temple’s foundation stones. "She found her redemption at the end," Elisabeth said softly. "That’s all any of us can ask for."

The cleanup took three days. Carson’s tech teams worked around the clock to document Marcus’s operations, uncovering a network of corruption that reached far beyond what we’d imagined. The evidence they gathered would ensure his conviction was swift and absolute.

Meanwhile, I worked with the Sentinel Grove to restore the Moon Temple to its original state. It was exhausting work, requiring me to channel healing energy into every stone, every carved rune, every inch of sacred ground that had been defiled. But when it was finished, the temple gleamed like new marble in the sunlight, and the ley lines beneath it hummed with renewed power.

Two weeks later, I stood in the grand courtroom of the Northern Territories High Council, watching as Elder Maxwell read Marcus Grimwood’s sentence.

"For the crimes of murder, kidnapping, magical corruption, and conspiracy against the sovereign packs of the Northern Territories," Maxwell’s voice rang out clearly, "this court sentences you to life imprisonment in the Shadowmere Detention Facility, with no possibility of parole."

Marcus didn’t react to the sentence. He sat slumped in his chains, looking far older than his years. Whatever power he’d stolen from Aurora had died with her, leaving him a hollow shell of his former self.

"Furthermore," Maxwell continued, "the territory formerly controlled by the Crimson Claw Pack will be divided between the River Valley Pack and the Highland Pack, under the supervision of this council."

Leo squeezed my hand as we watched Marcus being led away. "It’s over," he murmured in my ear.

"Finally," I whispered back, feeling a weight I’d carried for months finally lifting from my shoulders.

The victory celebration was held at Howlthorne Manor three days later. All five major packs were represented, along with dozens of smaller territories that had supported our cause. The great hall had been decorated with flowers from my restored gardens, their sweet scent mixing with the aroma of Rosa’s incredible feast.

I moved through the crowd in a gown of deep forest green, accepting congratulations and thanks from wolves I’d never met before. It was overwhelming but also deeply satisfying to see the unity we’d forged in the face of crisis.

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