《Mated to the Enemy 》全部章節：第 11 章 - 第 20 章

I couldn't hold my feet from sauntering out of the room. I was too lazy to pick up my phone and scroll down to find her number. I stared at the open field. "Almond orchard," I shouted in shock and exhilaration rushed through me. I have never seen so many white flower' trees, It was row after row. I kept pacing forward, going deep. My feet carried me toward them. I wanted to go back and bring my phone with me. I needed to take pictures. It looked so lovely. I smelled the wind. I could smell him in the air. It was faint. He wasn't far from me or he was here, he could have passed by too. My wolf pushed forward. She was restless. 'Your arranged mate is fine.' I told her with the roll of my eyes. I closed my eyes and inhaled deeply. Something unexpected happened. His scent was strong in the air. Was he around? My heart drummed at the thought of him around myself. Mostly werewolves faced their wolves but I was also facing my heart. It reacted st

I couldn't sit calmly. I was feeling nettled, angry with him that I couldn't think straight. I could hear my breathing loud in my ears that it made my thinking fade. My footsteps were ringing in the room. I was considering killing him. I needed to be alone with him. I needed a proper plan. "Contemplating to kill me, mate?" My head jerked at the door. His appearance infuriated me, my fingers pressed in my palms, "How dare you come in front of me?" I snapped in vexation. "Love," His low voice was soothing. Anxiety flooded through me as I recalled her words. He lifted his hand to touch my face, "Get away," I felt tears stinging my eyes as I pried his hand away. My breathing quickened as I turned away from him. 'Calm down,' I heard him in my mind. My gaze turned to him in exasperation, "How could you even do that? I'm not your mate." I whisper-yelled at him. He wrapped a gentle hand around my throat. He growled glaring at me. I clawed a

He held my hand and we continued our walk. I waited for him to go away. I was fighting to shut my mouth. I didn't want Ezekiel to eavesdrop on us. "He was with your father?" I asked breathing. I felt trembling in my hands. Troy curled his arm around me, sending the heat of his body. I moved closer. His pace was slow, matching mine. "Yes," His tone was dry with resentment. It told me he didn't like him, "I would never justify my father's actions." he rumbled. I startled. I wasn't going to change my mind about him. But I perceived the opposite of my thinking. 'He has nothing to do with your father's death. Stop condemning him.' My wolf said. 'You just want a reason to praise him,' I flattened my lips in displeasure. I felt a strong push as Troy yanked my body. I heard ears piercing noises from all directions and Troy's hand slid away from my hand. The thrust sent me to the ground. My hand slammed against the snow. I felt the pain, s

My body ached, the pain was insufferable. I tried to move my body, darting my gaze around, I was alone. Everything hit me like a wave of tide. My body jolted in fear. Troy got shot. He was bleeding. Tears blinded my sight. My heart began to pound in my chest. I pushed on my feet, not bothered about my pain. Tears rolled down and new tears formed, still blurring my vision. I randomly moved toward the door. I could hardly walk. I needed to see him, be around him, hold his hand. 'Please, don't die, mate.' I called in my head. I still hadn't discovered... How did he do this? That could wait. He should be alright. He couldn't die. Silver bullets. I could still smell copper and silver in the air. My heart clenched while my head spun at the thought of silver bullets hitting him. Silent tears that gathered in my eyes, continue to run down my cheeks. Another jolt of dread slithered through my entire body. Ariadne! She captur

It took me days to heal. I could still see new pink skin in some areas. I had seen him shirtless. There was no bullet scar. The sharp howl in the air jolted me out of my thinking. A shiver crawled down my spine, one that had nothing to do with the chill. I inhaled from my mouth. I didn't know where I should start. The ancient people of the pack. I snorted at myself As they were going to tell me. I rolled my eyes, pushing away from the window. A thick, unbreakable glass which I wasn't certain would be possible in werewolves' world kept me cut out of the world. A few days! He was asking for a few days. Why? There was no escaping that gruesome memory. It jolted my body whenever I called the sight, no matter how hard I tried to push away. Blood on Snow, crimson dripping from his wounds! I shook my head. I let my gaze wander over to the bookshelves. I plucked a random book. I was going to try to focus on it, instead of mulling over it. Something