His Mate, His Enemy Novels & Stories

He’ll love me for who I am, no matter what because that is what a mate does. Your mate is your partner in all things. They are your confidant, your companion, your strength, your light in the dark, your love, your lover, your friend, and your cheerleader. They are your other half in all ways. Where you are weak they are strong. They are you home when you’re lost. They are you calm in your storm. They are your everything.

I muster up the courage to ask “Why?” He shifts. “Because despite everything…you’re my friend.” His voice is quiet, but heavy. I laugh, low, bitter. “What kind of friend files a report to get you stripped?” He flinches again. “I…heard about Dante’s complaint. It was the right thing to do.” My fists clench. “He is the enemy.” Mateo bites his lip. “Are you okay?” he asks. “That’s easy for you to say,” I seethe. “Your friend destroyed me.”

"This came from the woman who had tamed and untamed me at the same time, the woman I wouldn't dare to trade for anything in this world.... MY MATE!" He said recalling the words she had used to comfort him some moments back, emphasizing the last words. He smiled. "Your Mate!" Damon froze at the words, this can't be possible. The only mate he knew for his friend was dead and that was a long time ago. "YOUR MATE!"

“The one you were calling a fool had loved him truly. You could never empathize with me because you never loved your mate. You never thought of the future with her. You never planned a future with her.” “I choose my own mate.” “Is that why…” my words trailed off as my gaze shifted to Dante’s sleeping form. ‘Is that why you would never choose me?’ I finished inside his head. ‘I will never accept someone whom I considered my enemy. ‘Am I your enemy? I never considered you as my enemy.’ ‘Too bad, I did.’

“Mate” I said “ As in friend? Yeah but we just met buddy, I think you need more than that for us to be mates. I'm grateful though that you saved my life don't get me wrong” “Not mate as in friend” He said with a sigh“Mate as in soulmate” Yeah all these people were on something I was sure of it. “You okay?“ I asked “You aint on something are you because William was acting all weird just like you right before he tried to kill me”

My eyes widened as the realization dawned on me. Mate. This was finally it. I’d finally found my mate after all these years of waiting. The day had finally arrived. I expected to see some kind of reaction on his face but all I got was a cold, impassive look. That was—odd. Did he not feel anything? “You’re my mate.” The words left my mouth before I could hold back. His expression tightened at those words. I did not expect the look of disgust that crept onto his face. He let out a frustrated sigh and stepped closer to me. The girl wasn’t ranting anymore but I didn’t care for any of that. I was only focused on Callen.

“You're my mate! I finally found you!” Oh! Now I understand… I guess his friend was lost before… And maybe I look like her. “Dude listen… I'm not your friend, I might look like her, but I'm not her… I don't know you… Furthermore, I'm not your friend” He smiles. “Yes, you're not my friend… You're my mate!” Is this guy dumb? Mate and friend are the same thing… Maybe I should explain it to him. “Dude…mate and friend mean the same thing!”

My brother in everything but blood. I studied his expression. “Something’s bothering you.” His shoulders dropped slightly. “Is it that obvious?” “You wear your heart on your sleeve.” He rubbed the back of his neck, hesitating. “You already have so much to worry about. I didn’t want to add to it.” “That’s not a good excuse.” He sighed, defeated. “I found my mate.” I blinked in surprise. “That’s amazing.” But he didn’t smile. His eyes dimmed. “She’s dead.”

Fernando asked, he was told to rest but he is headstrong. "Haven't heard of the phrase keep your friends close and your enemies closer?" He asked with a smirk. "Who is Mateo?" Ruth asked innocently, she stared at them waiting for an explanation. "Mateo is a mafia boss like me but he is my enemy, he has been trying to bring me down. He has committed several crimes and pinned the blame on me, and he is trying to know my true identity and worst of it is he has painted the image of a saint in the society by helping the poor and other people."

He said as if that meant something. "What? What are you talking about?" "You're my mate." "You already said that. What's exactly is a mate?" He stood in the middle of the room. "A mate is someone who you are destined to be with for the rest of your life. It's why you feel the sparks when I touch you or why you're always thinking of me." "Who says I think about you?" I snapped. "Do you not?" He eyed me.