All Chapters of MATE TO THE ENEMY'S DAUGHTER: Chapter 11 - Chapter 18

I realized with horror that he was profoundly drunk. “Alpha Drake?” I called out carefully. “You are in the wrong room.”“That’s what makes me a terrible person. I mean, what kind of man mates with the daughter of the man who killed his parents? I had only one job,” Drake held up one finger and stared at it. “Only one single job, but I failed.”“Drake, you’re in the wrong room,” I tried again.Drake’s eyes snapped to mine. “You’re the girl, the daughter of my enemies.”I cursed under my breath and made my way to him. “Come on, I’ll take you to your room.” I tried to guide him back out the door to his room, but he didn’t move. He didn’t even budge. “Drake, please, let me take you to your room.”“This is my house, and I’ll stay wherever I want,” he slurred and pulled his arms free from mine. He staggered forward again and almost lost his footing.“I’m fine,” he mumbled to no one in particular.“Well then, since this is your house, I’ll let you sleep here tonight.” I turned to walk out t

Valerie POVThroughout the day, I was far from being myself. Aside from the reality of now being hated by my mate for the deeds of my father, I still didn't feel all good in my body. I've tried to ignore it. Well, I guess his rejection was just what I needed to go and rest. As I approached the steps leading to the garden's exit, my vision got blurry, my steps haggard, I knew there was not much time left before I passed. “I don't feel too good, Drake…” my voice was barely above a whisper. “Just a few more steps…” I told myself… I was wrong. The last thing I remembered before total darkness was seeing Alpha Drake's eyes, as he held me from hitting my head. Opening my eyes, my blurred vision cleared to my immediate environment, I knew I wasn't in the garden and, I'm pretty sure I didn't walk to this place. The next my brain registered was the beep sound coming from the machine standing next to me… I was in the pack infirmary.I sat up, with the little energy I could muster. The pac

Only the moon goddess knew how Drake got a turkey under an hour.“Microwave,” he said.He mentioned that he and Rosie had been working on putting a variety of food in the kitchen that I might crave, to avoid what happened that night when I made him bake cookies at 1 AM. He didn’t want to wake Rosie, so he did it himself, grumbling all the way through while I peppered him with questions.“What’s your favourite colour?”“When was your first kiss?”“What’s your favourite food?”I didn’t think he would answer, but he grumbled all the answers to me while making me the best cookies I’d ever had. Only after one piece, I didn’t want them anymore. It took a ton of self-control for Drake not to strangle me to death that night.Today, after getting me the turkey, he made sure I was full to the brim. I could literally feel the food lingering in my throat, having no space to move down. I was sure that should be unhealthy or something, but it didn’t last long. I was hungry again before I knew it.D

I decide to dress in a loose dress that covers my showing baby bump and a scarf Rosie made for me. I throw the scarf around my neck and face to hide my growing chubby cheeks.I have borrowed one of Drake's cars—it’s not stealing since Drake is my mate—and drive myself to my parents' pack. I decide to park outside the house and walk into the gate on foot. The gate man isn’t at his post, which only adds to my advantage. I don’t want my parents notified of my coming; I want it to be a pleasant surprise before it turns to the inevitable disappointment. I walk the rest of the way to my parents' house.The house hasn’t changed. It looks just the same, everything in the exact same way I left it. I stop at the sound of voices coming from my father’s second office, detached from the house and standing on its own between the boys' quarters and the main house. I identify the voice speaking as my father’s. My father doesn’t use this office except when he wants to discuss something of great import