All Chapters of MATED TO THE ENEMY: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

“Nothing,” I said instead. “Just tired.”Elsie arched a brow. “You’ve been tired for the past few weeks. Aklan really is a monster, isn’t he?”Pretty much accurate.She grabbed a small bottle and held it out to me. It contained a glowing purple liquid swirling inside.“For your eyes,” she said, a too-bright smile spread on her lips.I blinked, taken aback by the way their gazes were fixed on me. “What’s wrong with my eyes?”Ferna leaned over, squinting at me. “They’re dull, red and spooky. Like you have seen the secrets in the vaults of Orza.”Elsie nodded, stretching the bottle at me. “This will brighten them. It’s made with luminescent dew from the Whispering Orchards.”“I thought that stuff was illegal,” I muttered.Ferna waved her hand dismissively. “Only if you use more than three drops. If you use four, you start hallucinating your worst fears and your nose bleeds stars.”I stared, my jaw dropped in shock. “…WHAT?”While I was busy suffering in the name of Aklan Draven mentoring

The Warlock on duty, Lyris, brightened when she saw me.“Well, well, if it isn’t the academy’s favorite trouble magnet. Shouldn’t you be drowning in alcohol and questionable decisions right now?”I forced a smile. “Trust me, I’m trying to avoid both.”She laughed and leaned forward on her elbows. “What can I do for you?“I need a favor,” I said casually, though my pulse hammered.She raised an eyebrow, her smile turning sly. “A favor for the golden boy?She tilted her head, intrigued. “Depends. Does it involve signing autographs on enchanted stationery again? Because that last batch smudged, and I got complaints.”“No, no autographs.” I chuckled. “I want to look up a student. She’s my trainee, actually, and I am running into some small trouble understanding what training she had prior to Norsen.”She raised a brow, but nodded. “Student code?”“ROG-S17-042.”“One sec.” She typed fast, her eyes fastened on her computer.She disappeared into the archive room. I drummed my fingers against

His eyes dragged over me not with desire, not with curiosity, but with something that devoured thought entirely. I felt his breath grow ragged against my cheek. And then, so slowly it made my heart slam violently into my ribs, he lowered his head and pressed his nose to the side of my jaw.My restraint was crumbling. I was staring up at him, my lips inches from his, so close I could feel the warmth of his breath. His breathing grew ragged, and he groaned, a low, primal sound that sent a shiver down my spine. He leaned closer, his nose brushing my hair, inhaling deeply. “You smell so good,” he murmured, his voice rough, almost reverent. “You smell amazing, Lin”Lin? He didn’t call me Kitty, he called me Lin like Rivan always did.I froze. No — I melted. I hated myself for how quickly everything inside me softened, how swiftly the hate I’d clung to evaporated under the weight of his scent. My mind screamed at me to remember who he was. That I despised him. That he despised me. Th

“Elsie, I’m sure I don’t have to tell you that your father would have your head on a pike if he finds out about this.” Ferna gave Elsie a very stern look.Elsie’s skin paled almost immediately, and I knew something was amiss.“Her father, what’s her father got to do with this?” I asked.Ferna turned to me dramatically. “You sure have missed a lot since you started training with the tyrant. Our beautiful friend here is the daughter of the Grand Mage of Isendor.”“What?” I opened my mouth so wide, Ferna stuffed a cookie in it. “What are you doing in Narth, with us?”“Training. Like everyone else.” She said nervously.I understood this was a touchy subject for her, but I was curious, honestly, anything to get my mind off my own problems. “But why didn’t you tell us? I mean, it’s an honor to live and be friends with the princess of Isendor.” Elsie rolled her eyes at me. “This is exactly why I didn’t want it known, okay? I don’t want any special treatment.”“Well, you haven’t been gettin

“Hey there, stranger,” she purred, sauntering toward me with the confidence of someone who had never heard no. “You’re a sight for sore eyes.”Ever since the night of the festival, I have avoided Valora like a plague, not only because I had found my mate but because I wasn’t sure what her magic allowed her to see. Could warlocks sense mate bonds? Could they smell pheromones or see red strings that tied the fates of two people together? I didn’t know for sure, but if there was one thing I was sure of in this fucking cluster of confusion, it was Valora’s obsession with me; it was dangerous. She had no problem burning the school to the ground to obliterate anyone who stood in the way of her access to me.I had a plan for everything in my life, except this. I had hoped the moon goddess would curse me with a life without love for what happened four years ago, but instead she chose to punish me even further by making me look what I did in the face; she’s making me face my sins in those haz