All Chapters of Mated to My Enemy: Tamed by the Tyrant Prince: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

KaelI stared at his sleeping frame, the way heaved gently taking gentle puffs of air like he hadn't just ruined my entire life. Like he didn't just take the last family I had left. The more he breathed calmly, the more my blood boiled with anger.How can he sleep so peacefully when I can't close my eyes because all are how much he has made me lose.“Alpha, it's here,” the guard angled the ice-filled water and I nodded at him. I would have preferred it scalding, that way it would live a mark, but I needed him alive for his execution. I wanted him to experience the fear of having to walk the ends of your life. I want him to remember my face clear as it would be the last thing he sees before his head rolls into the basket.He gasped awake, his eyes wide and blown like he had been shocked with bolts of currents. He scanned the entire room till his eyes landed on me and somehow fell into silence. I pushed off the wall and walked toward him, leaning on the bars of his cell.This wasn't eno

DariusIt felt like my skin was melting from the insides. It felt like each time the moon hit me, droplets of scalding water cascaded my skin. With my wolf getting weaker, the ability to control my urges had depleted significantly. I grabbed the metal bars and yanked as hard as I could.I needed Kael and I hated the fact that I needed him so badly. Why? I was about to die so why couldn't I weather the storm and ride the wave till I died, but this? This pain that grew in the base of my stomach was intense and I didn't know what would happened when we eventually saw each other at the amphitheatre.Or worse, when I smelled him alone, my wolf could take control and rain carnage just to be close to him and that would expose him. Why the fuck did I care if he was getting exposed or not? He didn't care for me! I was about to die! Per his requests!Think, Darius, fuck! I couldn't. The moonlit room swelled and tilted to the corner, my breath heavy as I staggered and grabbed the bars. My breath

KaelEverything felt like it was in slow motion as my thoughts ran miles ahead of me.If I let this happen, I could expose myself to a lot of danger. What if someone challenged me for the Alpha potion now that my father was dead? What if Jameson thought he was stronger than me because he had bigger muscles?And he would win if he challenged me before I could find another person to mark. It would take time unless I made a rash decision just to save the position from slipping from my fingers.But there was no way I could let him go unscathed for something he had done. He needed to be punished but I hated the fact that I still needed him around just so I could rule the pack perfectly.I swallowed and snapped my eyes open as the grunt came and the axe came down toward his neck.“Stop!” My eyes glowed hot as I pushed off my chair and my Alpha aura peeled through my skin and petrified Jameson. His body became immobile instantly and his fingers locked in place. The axe hovered and inch over

DariusI felt like I had been stripped of every layer of integrity, I felt like I was worse than naked as they flung me back into the cell. I couldn’t hear him anymore, I couldn’t hear the uneasy growl from being here for too long that stirred in my chest. It felt like I had lost my limbs, parts of my body that nothing can replace, and it was all his fault! My insides churned with this burning degree of hatred and annoyance, how could he do this to me? Why didn’t he just let me die? This was worse than being reduced to a slave, this was hell on earth.This was the lower echelon in the ladder, from being a predator to being a prey, I could be bullied by anybody. Even an omega who was strong enough could hurt me if they outmatched my combat skills. I wish I could see Kael, I wish I could grab a knife and sink it into his chest and watch as the life drains from his eyes. The door opened again and I stared at the guards who stood a few feet away from me.“Ugh, he looks so pathetic now,” t

Kael.For as long as I could remember, my nights were mostly punctured by the horrific scene of my mother being killed in the war. The jarring episode of her slowly begging for her life while I remained hidden in the cabinet where she had stored me.It was a war between packs and they had olanned it perfectly. They waited till my father had left because of a false intel they had sent, and when his troops had left the pack loosely protected, they invaded. They slaughtered through our men like cards and they killed her.The scene plagues my dreams and haunts my sanity as I walk through the halls but last night…it felt…different. The dream had begun the same awful way it always did with her shoving me into the closet, but this time, I was bigger now. I was no longer the child I was, but I was still handicapped.The assailants barged into the room and were about to accost her when everything suddenly melted away. The scene blended into nothingness and I felt this odd calmness wash over me