His Mate, His Enemy Novels & Stories

I study his face, and when I notice the humor in his eyes, I smile. "Interesting first words to say to your mate." His eyes roam my face with newfound concern. I get the sense he isn't sure what to make of me. The surrounding aura is intense, and strangely enough, I get the feeling he both wants to stay and leave me in the dust at the same time. His chest heaves, and his voice comes out stormy and cold. "I already have a mate. You must have imagined the mate-bond spark because I feel nothing for you, little witch."

My eyes glittered with painful memories, and before he could say anything, I mumbled. “Who is this enemy?” I pulled myself away from him, and something resembling hurt flashed through his eyes. I didn’t want to do this but he left me no choice. “Don’t stress yourself, baby. He is my enemy.” Despite the hurt, he said in his calm voice. I lifted my hand in the air as he stepped forward to gather me in his arms. “And you are my mate,” I muttered gulping down my tears. “I fell in love with you, but you desire your revenge more than me.”

“Do you think I will allow myself to succumb to your charms? You are my enemy’s daughter, you have the blood of a murderer!" I trembled at the rage in his eyes, cutting daggers into my chest. “We’re mates,” I told him softly, trying to reason out with him. Mates don't betray each other. They stayed together and fulfilled their destiny as one, or they would die slowly. Unless they reject each other as Boris had done to me. "You are not my mate. I don't have a mate who's my enemy's daughter." He said contemptuously. "Then reject me!" I challenged him.

I was sure that it was the first time that he was looking at me so intently for the longest time. "You are my enemy," he told me, his voice flat and serious. "There is nothing else to it. Our mate bond may be fated, but it doesn't change who you are, and who I am. And more importantly, it doesn't change what we are to each other, a hated enemy."

He glared at me without saying anything, and that made me angry. "Why did you bring me here? I'm your mate for crying out loud,"I said with my voice etched with anger. I emphasized the word ‘mate’, and that seems to make him angry. I watched as he balled his fist. "You're my enemy not my mate,"he shouted out angrily. "And you can never be," What!

"I heard his mate's here." "I cannot believe that he faked a mate." "Chels, you know that's not true." "It is. I love him and he loves me. See? Simple!" "You really shouldn't mess with the Alpha..." "I'm not! I'm just opening his eyes to better options." "His mate-"

I jumped hearing his sudden outburst, I had somehow tapped into his mind, again, unfortunately. "Well if you may know my dear Isabella. I unfortunately have had bitter-runs in with choosing my mates to claim, a very unpleasant tale to tell with you being the most recent. I'm sure you understand the distinction between a mate and a claimed human." My cheeks flushed hearing that he had wanted to mate with me but I quickly cleared my throat before continuing. "A mate is perceived as a companion, not a pet." I gave away what I had.

“I’m an enemy?...” My brows furrowed with confusion and curiosity at the same time with the word ‘enemy’ ringing nonstop in my head like a ringtone. What exactly does Hunter mean by that? I mean, initially, I did think that I could be in enemy territory when I first opened my eyes and woke up from my slumber. However, if I'm an enemy, why the hell was I brought here? And why then is he leaving me with his mate and requesting my help at the same time too? You can't ask for help from an enemy and leave them alone with someone you love, right?

“She’ll be in the front row, right next to me.” I scoff, crossing my arms to glare at him. “You mean as your unwilling prisoner? No thanks. Been there, done that.” “As my mate,” he corrects smoothly, though my blood runs cold when his grin shows every tooth. It’s not a safe smile, but the smile of someone who knows they’ll win, no matter what. “Or you can be my favorite enemy. Either way works and has you at my side.” “You would have your enemy sit beside you?” I question, confusion in my voice that I can’t mask.

” She muttered to herself while still fiddling with her duvet. She had been literally awake the whole night . Apart from the fact that she was worried and thought a lot about what Greg had said to her, she equally had her whole focus on how she would be able to say the position of the group in the market. Right on her study desk situated just a couple of feet away from her bed, her system positioned itself like a sort of watchdog that had no enemies to ward off. Though, it was not the case here. This watchdog definitely had enemies to ward off. However, it seemed as though the watchdog had been clipped .