Dear Enemy, You're My Mate

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ry school and has taken William's spot as the most sought-after guy

heart beating inside his chest. Unfortunately, everyone is too starry-eyed and blinde

lances their way. It baffles me how his pimples have vanished and been replaced

y nowadays is sheer physical perfection. Such a sham

s to enter my head whenever he pleases, which has made me consider going rogue-I haven't found my mate

ere I was sitting moments before. The best part about living in Sweden is the free

hat Patty

ce laughs.

can't h

, wat

tream of discomfort rushes through me at the sound of Dior's disti

til I find his table, and I swallow thickl

e found h

walking and take a seat by my empt

e tables have turned-I'm a lone wolf, while Dior has mass recruited friends.

y way, wagging his unibrow. He is on the same swim team as Dior

ends a mocking glance my way. Her name is Gloria, and I watch her whip her dreadlocks

ed tone as if the mere idea of someone healthily e

s trademark smirk takes control over his lips, and I inwardly recoil.

y is a plus-s

a

y what I th

n other people could hear? We only ever spoke through the mind-link. And damn, I

lly and wondering if maybe I should stay away from food. Tears prickle behind my eyelids,

zes all over the cafeteria, and after I've ditched my food, a belt of laughte

, gaining the attention of every werewolf in our pack. Eyes turn my way, but I don't

through the mind-link. 'What ar

with his stupid, blowy hair and birthmark right below those baby blues. Sure, the

t talking about his appearance,' I smile at Dior, laughing inwardly at the shock visib

bet you could be seen from a mile awa

ks into a thousand sharp pieces, b

you're proud of yourself for bullying the girl alr

last speech, except for Dior, who I caught expressing inner conflict

of this semester. Sure, we never spoke kindly to each other, but Dior's pres

retty ones now, whic

lose to tears, and I don't want a single soul to discover me if I suffer a mental breakdo

em. I empty my mind, relaxing until I pick up on giggling girls outside my toilet booth. Hig

issa, a girl from my pack. I'm glad her nose isn't as good as mine, or she would

macks her lips. She must put on lip glos

snorts

and you still haven't found your

y-weak wolves like Patty, probably a

ces-a sudden urge to shape-shift washes over me. I want to feel the

led-up faces give me their full attentiveness, and I study the girl's

Shit

t anyone to

to flee from here, find a place to recover mentally. My pac

n a rock. My eyes close on instinct, and I topple like a domino brick, g

huge these days, taller than a tree. My heart hammers faster than ever, and I mentally curse my reaction to the h

you say to someone who just saved

im. "I won't

feral smile. "Then sh

ures. Dior is the most attractive guy I've seen in the flesh and the only guy with whom I've been

you," I

is hand, Dior's entertained lips move a

ing me up. Dior is terrible news, and I jerk to the side, aware of his blue eyes following my every move. F

ted back in the day to gain viewers-his eyes are to die

k," I sarcastically remark, flipping my ha

his enchanting eyes, regretting it when amusement seizes his

is lips, but I shake it off as one of my halluc

e not!" I

a laugh. "A

'm sorry, but not everyo

myself for it-the tra

go easy on me, or you're going

e is practically the reason I'm bullied because everyone follows him. Dior calls me a

ly confused. "What a

you don't even have to try anymore! That comment about me being plus-size? Thank you f

ey

u can't possibly be so blind that you don't understand that you

me up and down with mildly entertained eyes, and it gives me the chills. "That's a ridiculous

rrupt him, beyond furious. "Is that why y

mething less friendly. "You're ov

that you probably don't even realize that! You're a fucking jok

ider yourself warned, Patricia. Another alpha would teach you

s. "Sue me, but make no mistake-yo

I'm done. I walk for the doors, than