MATED TO MY NEMESIS

Kyra's POV 

I stood outside, the breeze of the night caressing my skin. A smile plastered on my lips as I relaxed. My heart was beating steadily, waiting for him. 

Him, Prince Roan. 

Just then, my ears picked up the crunches of the wooden sticks on the ground, only for large arms to wrap around my waist from behind, causing me to shiver, 

“It's not noble to tell a prince to come out this late, my lady,” I heard a very familiar voice that made my heart warm and my smile widen. 

“The young gentleman could have easily refused,” I replied, and turned to meet his eyes. 

They darkened for a while, and suddenly he hummed, “And miss spending time with you?” He asked, his lips dropping to place kisses on my neck. 

My hands held onto his arm as I giggled, enjoying the pleasure that came with his lips. 

“I'm sorry I had to bring you here, I didn't want the Alpha to see me,” I explained as I savored every moment of his lips on my skin. 

He stopped. “Why is that?” He asked. 

I shrugged, “I don't know. He— I think he doesn't like me,” Roan's forehead folded into a frown, “much,” I added. 

“Kyra…” 

“It's okay,” My hands circled around his neck, “I understand,” 

No, I don't. I don't understand why I feel the Alpha hates me, yet praises me to the public. I don't know why I just can't shake that feeling off. Like something is off

He made me the commander of the army. I am a Red Sky pack warrior, yet I feel like prey, a tool. A means to an end, sort of. 

He gives me a chill whenever he looks at me, and he doesn't look like he supports my relationship with his son, Prince Roan. 

“Kyra?” Roan's blue eyes held mine. My heartbeat quickened. His eyes were calm, I could drown in them. They were safe, yet it caused my heart to race. 

“I'll be leaving tomorrow,” I smiled. And he let out a frustrated sigh, causing me to giggle. 

“What?” I pressed, in amusement, my eyes glowing, waiting for those words he had said again and again, but I hadn't gotten tired of hearing them. 

“Why? Do you have to go?” He asked, pressing his forehead against mine. 

“Come on, Roan. You know I have to,” I replied. 

“This is dangerous.” 

I rolled my eyes. “And I am Kyra. You cannot separate me from danger, my prince.” I giggled, but he wasn't smiling. “Also, don't forget that I will be the first warrior Luna in the Red Sky pack.” 

His lips stretched, and he kissed my forehead. Then my nose and his lips came hanging very close to mine, causing me to release a shaking breath. 

“I love you, my warrior princess.” 

My heart skipped multiple beats. “I love you too, my prince,” I whispered. I didn't know which of us did it, but our lips collided in a beautiful harmony, causing me to melt into his arms.

The once gentle, innocent kiss became heated as I opened up for him. Roan picked me up, I yelped, circling my legs around his waist as we kissed. 

Under the moonlight, Roan's lips designed my skin, his hands caressed every part of my flesh. Soon, I opened up for him as we made love under the moonlight. 

I could smell the confidence, the anger visible in their eyes. That's what I wanted to see. The Moonshine pack must bow. 

“For Red Sky pack!” I yelled, raising my sword, and they did the same. 

Roars and screaming were everywhere as we ran towards our opponents, and they did the same. The field of Acra shook as both packs clashed with one another.

Swords. Fists. Bites. 

I reached for one of the warriors who was coming at me also, my sword attacking from an unbelievable angle, struck the soldier in his neck, penetrating into the other side of his neck. 

As always, the war was tough and rough. One thing was, the Moonshine Pack's army was twice the number of ours. Their weapons were sharper and stronger than ours. 

We needed to fight smarter and swiftly. My blade had divided a lot of them, but that was nothing compared to them. 

The field was covered in blood, screams, and yelling from anger and pain. We were losing. 

I was looking around when I noticed we needed to retreat before we lost. Immediately, I turned, and I ducked dodging the sword of an opponent. My sword swung from behind, heading straight for his knee. I pierced his foot to the ground before dividing his head from his body with another strike. 

“Retreat!” I yelled as blood gushed out of his body, his head rolling on the ground. 

I ran, trying to get all my soldiers together. The scream and shout drowned my own voice,

“Retreat!” I kept yelling. 

“Attack!” I heard the commander of the Moonshine pack ordered. 

I could see the literal fear in the eyes of my people. We have lost too much, and I cannot afford to lose anymore. This was the first war, in which I commanded a retreat. It was a defeat, but it was for the better. 

My eyes caught one of my warriors who was trying to step back but was held. I went for him. My shoes collided with the face of Moonshine Pack's warrior, but that was all I remembered as I yelled, 

“Run!” 

I watched as my warriors retreated while I was being tackled to the ground. I tried to fight back, but there were too many.

Blood trickled down my forehead to my eyes, as it slowly began to close. 

No!