His Mate, His Enemy Novels & Stories

“Mia is everything a true Alpha-born woman should be.” Then he smirked at me. “You’re not worthy of being my Mate, but if you want, you can still be my lover.” I said nothing. I stepped past him, turned my back, and walked away. This place had rejected me. And from this moment on, we were nothing to each other.

Dana said. "This is Marcus Westwood, he gets what he wants. I don't think family dynamics will stop him and besides, with eveeything I’ve seen tonight, I think you two could be mates…. If you are then no one can do anything." Maddie said firmly looking into her friend's face. "I Know... but I'm not that lucky for him to be my mate.." Dana said quietly, making Maddie look at her. "If anyone deserves to get the mate they want, it's you. Heck if the moon goddess doesn't pair you two, I'd like to take it up with her!"

The mothers wiped the tears of joy from their eyes, while the fathers clapped their sons on the back with expressions of softness. Unfortunately, I had no one standing beside me. ‘Not that I expected any different.’ The Bloodwyn pack had never pretended to care about me; Cassandra Montclair. To put things bluntly, I was tolerated. A packmate by default, not by choice. An orphan wolf with no bloodline worth mentioning and no rank worth protecting, and the pack had made sure I understood exactly where I stood for as long as I could remember. But the mate bond was different. The mate bond was the one thing that rank couldn't buy and blood couldn't manufacture. It was the Moon Goddess's design,

I yelled and he froze, his posture rigid. "W-what? W-what are you talking about?" He stuttered. I approached him cautiously, not taking my eyes off him. He was starting to tremble, rivulets of sweats rolling down his temples. "Shade is my mate. You are the enemy. I must kill you," he muttered. Right when I got close enough, he lurched forward in a bid to attack me. But, since he was bound, he failed. "Stay away from me! Stay away from me! Don't come any closer!"

How is alive and this cold, he’s more like a frozen ice. “I don’t want you to be my enemy Trey, neither do I wanna be yours. But the next time you come after me or my mate again or try to do anything to us, be sure to prepare for what is coming next. Just know it’s not to late to be on our side, because nothing good ends about those against me and my mate; have witnessed it, it has happened to me.” I said to him, towering above him. “It’s not too late.” I said to him again before standing up and walking away from him.

The bond between them was such that I hadn't picked up on that little nugget earlier. I listened in as they tried getting her to talk. "What's going on Natalia, is he your mate or was your nymph just feeling like a walk on the wild side? I have to say you picked the wrong kind to do that with. What if you'd been hurt? What if he has your scent and shows up here?"

he said, jogging up with that annoyingly perfect smile of his. “Which tells me either you actually sparred with a rogue… or Professor Duaine decided to stop acting nice.” I blinked. “How do you—?” “I was watching from a distance,” he smirked. “You’re surprisingly fast on your feet.” “Oh, yay. Glad I could entertain.” He looked at me for a second, then stepped back, hands raised playfully. “Okay. You’re definitely mad. Talk to me. What happened?” I hesitated. How was I supposed to tell him that the guy who’s technically my mate just picked me apart emotionally, physically, and mentally in a ten-minute sparring session that felt like psychological warfare?

” 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 .

“L-Lance?-” He pointed a furious finger at me, his eyes blazing with hatred. “You should be grateful I even accepted you after what your father did!” he snarled. “Your father, the traitorous beta, lied and manipulated my father—got them both killed! I took you in out of mercy, made you my mate, and this is how you repay me?!” Tears blurred my vision, but I caught a glimpse of Arielle behind him, her lips curved in a satisfied smirk. She was enjoying every second of my humiliation. I clenched my fists, trembling with anger.

His head tilted slightly, returning to papers. "Did anyone tell you? You're cruel," I said exasperatedly. He chuckled, "Yes, I heard it from the pretty mouth of my mate, just right now," "I'm not your mate. You're my enemy." I told him for the first time. He was terrifying me. I shouldn't forget that he was my enemy. His father killed my father. "I didn't kill your father, love. You must have heard the rumors about me, they are true." He said without lifting his gaze to me.