Mate You Are My Enemy

Chapter 1: Ezra

Diana’s pov

I opened the door, and Justin was standing there.

He had this massive grin on his face as he held a box in front of him.

“I know it’s not your birthday yet,” he said and looked around the halls.

I opened my bedroom door wider so he could come in.

He walked in and gave me that boy next door smile.

His blue eyes sparkled underneath the moonlight that was coming through the window.

I took the box and was about to open it when he shook his head.

“Don’t open it now, open it at midnight,” he said, and I frowned at this.

Why would he hand me the present now if he wants me to open it at midnight?

“Then why give it to me now?” I asked him.

I watched as he scratched his head, a sign that he was nervous about something.

“It’s just that I wanted to be the first person to give you a gift. Your 18th birthday is special,” he answered.

I looked at him, his blond hair that always seems to be in place.

The guy I have had a crush on for as long as I could remember.

You could say that he is my childhood sweetheart.

Except we never really dated, so I think first crush would be the right word.

And he also happens to be my older brother’s best friend.

He turned 18 a few years back, and because of that, I know we are not mates.

He hasn’t found his mate yet, and I don’t have any interest in finding mine.

I want to be just like my parents; I want to choose who I love.

My mother and father aren’t traditional mates like one would expect.

They just fell in love and decided to mate with one another.

So the idea of a mate bond has never tied me down.

Justin is the one I want to spend the rest of my life with.

This is something I have known for a long time.

I looked at him, and I found myself blushing.

Maybe, just maybe, now that I will be turning 18, he will finally see me as a woman.

Maybe I will stop being his best friend’s younger sister.

“Thank you,” I said after some time when I realized that I had been daydreaming the whole time.

He took steps towards me, his eyes never leaving mine.

I found myself blushing even more.

Was I right?

Am I about to have my first kiss with Justin?

“She is not 18 yet,” a voice came from the door.

We both turned around and found Ezra leaning against the door frame.

As usual, he seemed unbothered, as if he didn’t want to be there.

Well, it’s not like I want him to be here.

I would prefer it if he were burning in hell somewhere.

“Alpha Prince Ezra, when did you arrive?” Justin asked as he bowed his head.

Ezra turned his head towards us, but as always, you can’t tell what he is thinking.

He was wearing those damn glasses as always.

I turned to look at Justin, who was now shivering in his spot.

Well, now I know where Ezra is looking.

You can’t tell what he is thinking, but I can always tell when Ezra is looking at me.

“Justin, was it? Since when does an Alpha Prince answer to the likes of you?” Ezra asked Justin.

Justin just bowed his head because we both know that was a trick question.

When Ezra talks, you never talk back unless you don’t value your life.

“Get out,” he said, and Justin left the room like he was being chased by multiple lions.

I looked at Ezra, well, he is worse than a pack of lions.

Even they would run if they ever crossed paths with him.

I frowned when he closed the door and started walking towards me.

How is it?

How is it that the moon goddess blessed someone like him with such beauty and power?

His silver hair under the moonlight, the aura around him.

It was like I was looking at some Greek god you would read about in books.

I know that a perfect being in this world doesn’t exist, but Ezra is somewhere close.

He removed his glasses, and his red eyes landed on me.

This is why I said he was close to being perfect; those red eyes are the problem.

Well, plus he has a really shitty personality as well.

“What’s wrong, Diana? You seem pissed,” he said, and I rolled my eyes at this.

Unless it wasn’t clear, Ezra is an asshole and a ruthless one at that.

I call him an asshole, but he has other names; some call him the cursed Prince, others the blessed ones.

As you can see, those names contradict themselves.

I think mine is the most accurate one, followed by the Cursed Prince.

This is mainly because I refuse to exist in a world where this asshole is a blessing from the moon goddess.

“I guess seeing you does that to my mood,” I answered, and he chuckled a bit.

“Is that it? Or is it because I interrupted your little moment with stupid a few seconds ago?” he asked me, and I rolled my eyes.

He held a strand of my hair and played with it.

Having him so close to me, his scent is even more intoxicating than ever.

I heard that there is a saying that if your hand is giving you problems, then you should cut it.

If it is your nose or your mouth, etc.

The truth is, if I cut off every part of my body that gives me problems by reacting to this asshole.

I would be dead in a matter of seconds.

Because everything reacts to him, even this stupid thing that pumps my blood.

But Ezra isn’t someone I would ever choose for myself. '

That loud voice in my head that tells me to give in to him can shut up.

That small whisper in my heart that tells me to let him in can go to hell.

I refuse to listen to what they are saying to me.

I watched as he brought it to his face, moving it down his cheeks as his eyes never left mine.

He brought the strand of hair to his lips, his mouth curved into a smirk.

I followed every movement of his, how he closed his eyes for a second when my hair touched his lips.

“Don’t tell me that you were looking forward to having mediocre s*x with him,” he added and then smirked.

I took the strand of hair he was holding and then moved a few steps away from him.

“You really should get the hell out of here,” I said.

He didn’t reply; instead, he threw himself on my bed, and his eyes landed on the box that Justin just gave me.

He then looked at me, with those red eyes that seem to see everything.

“You are too good for him,” Ezra suddenly said, and I looked at him.

I knew exactly who he was talking about and why.

He looks down on everyone, just because he is an Alpha Prince and he was born with a head full of silver hair.

Allow me to explain, the royal family for centuries has been noticed and acknowledged for one single trait.

And that was the fact that the strands of their hair were always silver.

Even from the day they were born.

If a royal family child isn’t born with any signs of this trait, they can’t inherit the throne.

And then you have him, who was born with a head full of silver hair.

Some call him a pure breed, a rarity that hasn’t been seen in centuries.

And it doesn’t help that he is insanely strong as well.

I looked at him; he is completely calm now, but the power radiating from him is still too strong.

I have never seen him unleash his true power.

I don’t think anyone has ever seen this.

But I know for sure that if he did, then the world would fear him more than it does now.

“I said leave my room,” I repeated, and this time firmly.

He got up without a word and headed for the door.

Why did he agree so fast?

He turned around to look at me, and I saw the bloodlust in his eyes.

Where the hell is he going, and what is he going to do?

He was calm just a few seconds ago, and now he looks like he is going to kill anyone who crosses his path.

“Who are you planning to kill?” I asked him.

He smirked at this as if it were something to be proud of.

“Your little boyfriend,” he answered in the most chilling voice ever.

However, he is trying to kill Justin, and I am sure I don’t want to see it.

I quickly walked towards the door and blocked him.

His red eyes were dancing with amusement as he leaned in.

“This is the part where you beg me to stay,” he whispered in my ear.

“No, this is the part where I knee you in the groin,” I replied, which only earned me a chuckle from him.

Is this asshole bipolar?