Novel & Cerita His Mate, His Enemy

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?

“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.

“I did. Last night.” I flinch at the reminder—bone crunch, claws, Kade’s scream. I shove that image down. “What am I to you?” I demand. “Exactly. Not fate‑words. Plain language. Am I a prisoner? A shield? A toy to bargain with?” He exhales slowly, as if I’ve asked him for something harder than breaking bone. “You are my mate,” he says. “That makes you the most dangerous weakness I have…and the strongest bargaining chip.” The matter‑of‑fact way he says, it makes it worse.

Showing him my expression by going to the light from the moon. “The moment you fuck your whores, you already lost your right to me! If you can cheat and I don’t then we better look for answers on how to break off this mate bond because I’m only up for a fair fight!” “We are not in a battle!” “We do! From now on, treat me as your enemy because I quit being your partner, and I no longer want to be your mate!” He growled and took a step closer that our face are just a palm away. I looked up to him despite our height, not backing down or taking a step back.

“Do you know why?” I narrowed my eyes. “Enlighten me.” Bruno’s gaze locked onto mine. “Because I am not your real enemy, Mateo. Maybe I’m an enemy, but I’m not the enemy.” His smirk faded. “And the more you waste your time on men like me, the more you give your real enemy a chance to strike.” I stepped forward and crouched in front of him, keeping the gun aimed at his forehead. “You think I’m stupid enough to believe that?” I scoffed. “You’re only saying this to make yourself look innocent. But I don’t fall for tricks.”

“You never said anything about the fact that she’s your mate.” “What do you expect me to say, Lea?” He asked, shaking his head in question as he looked away from me for a moment. “It is times like this when you find yourself truly questioning who you are and why you’re going through what you are. The woman, my mate, killed my ally’s beta. Not to mention, that ally is my sister’s mate. My mate is the woman who is standing beside the enemy, my enemy, and I find myself wondering whether I should kill her? Reject her? Would it be too easy if I did it as fast? I don’t know.” “I am just lost, I guess. It’s the way to put it actually.” He said, taking a deep breath. “Anyhow, don’t worry yourself ab

Finally, I was able to ask him what was on my mind. “What are you talking about?” He asked with a frown. His question surprised me. What did he mean? Why was he asking me like he didn’t remember our past? His frown deepened as he gazed deeply at me, waiting for my reply. However, as I was about to respond, he spoke. “Yeah, we’re mates. But that wouldn’t change the fact that you’re the mira of my enemy.” Then he quickly turned and left. I was left crying. His words were like a dagger stabbing into my heart. So, there’s really no hope for us anymore.

I’ve had enough of this bullshit. “Yes, she is my mate bond. What else do you want?” I gritted my teeth, my eyes glaring at him. “Oh! She’s your mate bond?” WHAT THE FUCK… “I was just asking, is she perhaps your crush or something…” he snorted and I wanted to drown into an ocean, a sea, a pool, a bucket perhaps. “Considering the fact that she went out of her way to love an enemy, it wouldn’t be love at all, don’t you think?” the atmosphere suddenly got occupied by the sudden questions popping inside out ity-bity brains.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” “Oh, you do,” he said, stepping closer. “I smell it too. You’re my mate.” “No,” I said, backing up. “You’re lying. This is a trick.” “No trick,” he said, his eyes dark with interest. “Fated mates. Funny, huh? The little omega I’ve been messing with all these years.” “You’re disgusting,” I said, my face hot with anger. “I’d never mate with you. You’re my enemy.” “Enemy?” he said, laughing. “That’s what makes it fun but the bond doesn’t care about that.”