Mated To The Enemy.

Chapter 4 No.4

Word Count: 1170 | Released on: 10/09/2024

then my ribs, where I feel the most pain. The bruises haven't healed. Switching my eyes to my werewolf vision to survey the room, I find that I can't. My brow

nute ago. Tears well up in my eyes, remembering the state I last saw my family. I hope they

, a skill that took my entire childhood to master. I vividly recall how I couldn't even attend school until I could successfully conceal my

ng through my drained muscles. Eyes closed, I grimace as the ache intensifies. Something feels off, and confusion s

flicker on in the room, prompting me to tightly shut my eyes. The thick British accent sounds eeril

my body. Breathing becomes a struggle, my breaths coming out in short, labored

, my words barely above a whi

nd I comply. Gasping, I fill my lungs with air, panting hard.

save me. Instead, he kept me alive for whatever he plans to do to me. I back away from him as he stands a foot away. I hit the wall and ju

ve that he has freshened up, shedding the bloodstained clothes. I remember earlier how his white button-up was drenched in the blood of

k gazes with him, maintaining eye contac

accent evident as he speaks. He completely ignores my question. I've always loved the Briti

sh to kill

d, I touch my face, wondering if something is wrong with it. I won't say I

ook like her?" He roars with an anger that makes me flinch. I recall he

now," I re

eyes shut, shielding me from the intensity of his anger. The palpable fury makes me clench my dress tightly, the fabric almost tearing beneath my fingers. Amidst the tur

around my dress. My body relaxes. I'm not surprised. Terrified as I may

is settles around me. I freeze, my body stiffening as my heart begins to hammer violently against my chest. Did he mean to hit me but missed? The chill

s met his. The hurt of being labeled the ultimate insult to a werewolf by my own mate pierce

hance to tell me where your family is," he decla

I don't know where they are." Despite k

s, intensifying hi

epeat, still refusi

asked for this," he declares, his toweri

h you told me the truth by the time she's done with you." With that,

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Mated To The Enemy.

Amal A. Usman Werewolf

“"I, Amelia Anderson, reject Nickolas Adams II as my mate." I've had enough. I don't know why I didn't reject him the moment I arrived here. What the heck was I stalling for? Nickolas and I don't have a single chance in heaven of being together. It's better to feel immense pain now than keep enduring little bits every time we run into each other. The muscles in his back tighten, but he doesn't turn back and says, "Accepting your rejection would be doing you a favor, and that's the last thing I would ever do for you." He walks away after that. ***** Nickolas, the Lycan king, had lost hope of ever finding his mate, resigned to the belief that he was destined to spend the rest of his days on Earth without her. However, fate takes an unexpected turn when he embarks on a journey to the werewolf kingdom. In a twist of destiny, Nickolas discovers his mate-a werewolf, and not just any werewolf, but the princess and daughter of his father's murderer, Amelia Anderson. Despite her royal status, Amelia's life is far from the fairy tale one might expect. A unique aspect of her identity brings difficulty, and being the sole individual among her peers without a mate intensifies her sense of isolation. The trajectory of her seemingly mundane life takes an unforeseen turn the day she encounters her mate. Suddenly, she is thrust into a reality she never imagined, and Amelia finds herself paying a steep price for a lifetime of sins she didn't commit.”