Mate You Are My Enemy

Chapter 2:Red

Diana’s pov

“Come on, Dee, we both know that I would enjoy that,” he answered with his usual smirk.

That coldness and bloodlust were now completely gone.

Gosh, I feel sorry for the poor soul who will be stuck with him for life.

I looked at him, and I knew what he wanted.

I knew that behind that glint in his eyes, the bloodlust was still there.

If I let him go out in this state, then heads will probably roll.

He was still looking at me, as if he was enjoying watching me have a debate with myself.

I let him stay here until his bloodlust calms down, or I let him go out there and take out his anger on other people.

He is an sshole, but one that seems to respect me and wouldn’t hurt me directly.

But I don’t think he will have any problems hurting the people I care about.

“Yes, I know for certain that you would enjoy that. Because you are sick,” I answered, which made him chuckle a bit.

He looked at what I was wearing.

I was fully clothed.

In pyjama pants and all, but under his gaze, I felt completely naked.

He took a strand of my hair again.

I am starting to think that this is now his favourite hobby next to pissing me off.

“Show me the dress you plan on wearing tomorrow,” he suddenly said, and I frowned at this.

Why would he care about the dress I am wearing tomorrow?

I want to tell him he will see it, like everyone else.

But I also want to see his reaction to me wearing the dress.

And it would also be best to keep him busy until he forgets that he wanted Justin dead.

But at the same time, the idea of doing whatever it is that this asshole wants doesn’t sit right with me.

So I shook my head and walked towards my dresser.

Picked up the cup of milk that I drink every day.

If I don’t, then I lose control of my magic in the middle of the night.

Look at me, I have talked more about Mr. Jerkass than I have about myself.

I am a hybrid, but that fact is a well-kept secret.

I looked at Ezra, and he also happens to be one of the few people who know about it.

Actually, only about four people know about this.

There are my parents, obviously, and then Ezra is the fourth person.

As for how he found out, it is a story for another day.

Because my mother didn’t want to risk my secret being found out.

She didn’t train me on how to use magic.

I have been raised as a werewolf and nothing but that.

Carved into the perfect warrior to protect my people.

I looked at Ezra, whose eyes were still on me.

When he was leaving, he put on his sunglasses, and now he has taken them off again.

He threw himself on my bed once again and closed his eyes.

I looked at him carefully and realized that there was something different about him tonight.

That carefree attitude he always seems to have wasn’t there.

Instead, there seemed to be something else behind his eyes.

A darkness I have never seen, and I honestly don’t want to see.

Those eyes are an abyss, and we all know what happens when you look into the abyss.

It also stares back at you, and most of the time, you don’t like what you see or what it sees.

I looked at the time, and it was now almost 10 pm.

I should be sleeping by now; beauty sleep is important and all that.

“Come on, I won’t bite,” he said, tapping at the empty spot on my bed.

“Really? Then what are those fangs for?” I asked him, and he looked at me with a smile.

I watched how he deliberately showed me his fangs.

Seeing them out like that, I know those fangs could rip apart a person in a matter of seconds.

But gosh, why do I find them to be so sexy?

As if reading my mind and hearing my thoughts, Ezra actually smirked.

He got off the bed and slowly walked towards me.

Everything in me screamed to back away, to not let him come any closer.

But I didn’t do that, I stood my ground until he was next to me.

He stood there towering over me, looking down on me.

But even though I had to look up at him, I didn’t feel looked down on.

He lowered his neck, placed his hands on my waist, and I felt him lick my neck.

His fangs slowly grazed my neck as he pulled me close.

“I can smell your arousal, Dee, and you know how I find that scent intoxicating,” he whispered in my ear.

“Can you move? Your little stick is poking my stomach,” I retorted, and he burst out laughing.

A laugh shouldn’t sound like music.

It shouldn’t sound so gentle and soothing, especially coming from this monster.

But that is exactly how he sounded right now.

“We both know my stick isn’t little. If you insist that it is, I might whip it out and show you,” he answered with another chuckle.

I was about to say something, to say something sassy as a retort.

But his hand around my waist tightened, and then the playful look on his face was gone.

He picked me up with just one hand and threw me on the bed.

Then covered me with a blanket and went to the other side and got into bed.

I followed every movement of his, watched how he seemed stressed somehow.

He pulled me closer to him and buried his head on my neck.

Something is wrong; he has done this more times than I can count.

And all the time, I can always feel him relax completely after doing so.

But not today, I felt myself slowly drift off to sleep, and I heard him whisper in my ear.

“You are never going to forgive me, are you?” he asked.

Forgive him for what?

But the words couldn’t come out of my mouth.

The room suddenly felt cold.

I quickly opened my eyes, and something didn’t make sense.

This feeling, this overwhelming feeling of doom, hit me.

Oh yes, I believe they call it the calm before the storm.

I quickly got up and went outside my room, and I couldn’t believe my eyes.

But before I saw it, I caught it, the scent of blood and the scent of death.

All the guards, even the ones stationed at my door, were now lying in their own blood.

I ran as fast as I could to my father’s office; he is usually there even at this time of the night.

How is it even possible?

How is it that I didn’t catch the scent of blood in my room?

Why didn’t I hear anything?

It felt like time had stopped, but at the same time, it was speeding up.

As if I wasn’t fast enough, I quickly opened his office door and froze in place.

Sitting there, on my father’s couch with two severed heads at his feet, was the Alpha King.

Not only that, but his son Ezra was standing right behind his father.

Ezra looked at me and actually smirked.

“I can’t believe the drugs have always worn off. You are something, aren’t you, Diana?” he asked.

All I saw was red, because those two I understand.

But Justin and his father were also standing there.

Looks of triumph on their faces as they stared at my parents' dead bodies.