All Chapters of Mated To My Hated Enemy : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

I gaze at my reflection in the mirror, tilting my head to the side as I assess myself. Biting my bottom lip, I ponder whether I've chosen the perfect dress for tonight. The lime-colored tulle dress boasts draped asymmetrical cutouts and a statement shoulder, complemented by an open sleeve. Marie, my wolf, insists it's beautiful, assuring me that everyone will be dazzled by it. Still, doubts linger.The Alpha kids have a way of making me feel inferior, even in a thousand-dollar gown. Though they never express it to my face, their silent judgments are evident. It's written all over their faces. However, I refuse to let it affect me. Despite the doubts, I know I'm rocking this dress, and I'll confidently stride into that room as if I own it. Let them think what they want; tonight, I'm showcasing a different kind of strength—one that doesn't crumble under their unspoken criticisms.“You look stunning, sweetheart,” a warm voice whisper behind me. I glance in the mirror and catch Mom enteri

NICKOLASI walk to my room, my footsteps leaving a trail of blood as it drips from my clothes. One of the witches in my army just teleported us back to my territory. My room is dimly lit with moon light slipping through the dark curtains, casting shadows across the walls. A king-sized bed, draped in luxurious grey linens and white pillows, sits in the center of the room. To the left of the bed, a large fireplace stands tall with a comfortable armchair and ottoman sit nearby. A large desk sits in one corner, covered in papers where I spend many long hours working to bring the lycan kingdom back its glory. I take off my shirt, sighing, annoyed with how everything played out tonight. “Fuck!” I roar, throwing my shirt to the floor. I can’t believe that bastard Nathaniel got away after everything I fucking did to make sure I could kill him tonight and finally avenge my father. And to make matters worse, he was able to get away because of his daughter, who turned out to be my mate. My in

I walk around the room, searching for anything to help me pick the lock on my cell door. It's made of silver, so trying to break it down is out of the option. My actions suddenly halt, hearing the cell door squeak open. I whip my head toward the door, praying in my heart my mate isn't back to make good on his threat. I exhale when I get a different scent than his as the lights come on in the room. Eric and a woman with a herby scent tread into the room. The woman must be a water witch. Most of them are healers and deal with a lot of herbs. Witches are grouped by elements of nature, fire, water, earth, and air. They cast spells based on which element they are gifted with."Hi, Amelia," Eric greets. I remain silent, my gaze fixed on him and the water witch at his side, trying to decipher why they are here. My mate mentioned a woman would make me regret not disclosing where my family might be hiding. Is this water witch the woman he was talking about? As I said, most of them are

Ningún licano en la Tierra guarda un rencor más profundo contra mi familia que Nickolas. Mi papá fue responsable de matar a su padre. La única razón por la que sugirió un tratado de paz fue su preocupación por la posible extinción de su pueblo. Esta preocupación surgió de la guerra que el difunto rey Lycan libró contra los hombres lobo, o al menos eso es lo que nos hizo creer. En los últimos años, el número de hombres lobo ha aumentado y ha aterrorizado a los licántropos debido a su ventaja numérica, que creo que se permitió intencionalmente para engañarnos. Nickolas solicitó un tratado de paz, alegando la necesidad de poner fin a la masacre de su pueblo, independientemente de su deseo de ver la cabeza de mi padre.Los licántropos y los hombres lobo, aunque eran de la misma especie, habían sido enemigos durante mucho tiempo. Los licántropos, que poseían fuerza, velocidad e inmortalidad superiores, eran tradicionalmente opresivos con los hombres lobo. Los orígenes de los hombres lobo se

AMELIA   As I sprint through the forest, my ears pick up on the rhythmic sound of footsteps following closely behind me. Panic sets in shit – they must have seen through my ruse. My pace quickens, though I'm certain I'm already pushing myself to the limits of my speed. The sounds of pursuit draw nearer, accompanied by an unsettling scent permeating the air – the unmistakable aroma of Lycans. No, they can't catch me.   I decide to take a risk, recognizing it as my only hope at this moment. I come to a quick stop, reaching for my shirt to take it off. Shifting requires undressing first; I don't have spare clothes to change into once I shift back, and I'd ruin this one if I shift without removing them first. The footsteps grow louder, and the urgency intensifies. The forest around me seems to hold its breath. Just at that moment, a thud echoes behind me, signaling someone's abrupt landing. The rich scent of rainforest envelops me, and my eyes w