Mated To The Enemy

A Warning

The news that the Alpha Prince is actively looking for me taps into a well of panic deep within, but I can't let it show.

How does he intend to find me, anyway, ask all of us to strip naked and check our privates? I don't think so.

"What punishment do you think she will be subjected to when she is discovered?" My nicer friend, Kenny, wonders in excitement. "Make her run till she drops dead, or have her hanged?"

"Or worse," Jordan responds, a wicked grin on his face. "Half the men in this camp haven't had the taste of a woman in a very long time. We could use a free ride."

I cringe at that.

"Oh, you are one of those men?" I try to lighten the atmosphere by having a go at Jordan. "Hard to come by a good p***y?"

"Well, don't act like you are a great charmer, yourself. You are very small in stature, and most girls don't like that. It's almost as though you are a girl yourself."

No don't go there, I think to myself, but too late. A disturbing silence settles over us as the two men take a closer look at me, as though they've only noticed I was there.

My eyes dart between the men. "What?" I ask. "Why are you looking at me like that?"

"Don't mean any offence, but you are the smallest boy in the whole camp. Prove that you are not the girl."

I pretend to be offended. "Too late, you've offended me. How could you say such a thing? I am not the girl!" at the last part, my voice gets squeaky like the girl I am denying to be.

"No? Take out your c**k and take a piss, then," he challenges, to eager nods from Jordan.

"Why don't you take out your c***s and take a piss? for all we know, you could be the girl. Or he could be the girl."

There seems to be no way out of this. How do I distract these men from this very dangerous direction they've chosen to venture in?

At this very moment, something unexpected comes to my rescue.

A growl, deep and resounding, is heard throughout the camp.

Jordan’s grin dies on his lips, replaced by a look of fear. Kenny’s eyes widen, his gaze moving towards the entrance of the barracks. A chilling silence fills the camp at the sound, I imagine not a single person has missed the sound.

"What was that?" Kenny whispers.

"I don't know," Jordan whispers back. "But it doesn't sound good. It doesn't sound like one of us."

The growl comes again, closer this time, accompanied by the sound of heavy footsteps. Not the rhythmic march of soldiers, but something heavier. Something…bigger than a werewolf.

The men's attention is diverted, but only for a moment. I know with certainty, that whatever is approaching has something to do with Alejandro.

Is he trying to frighten me into following him? That doesn't make sense. I can only wonder what he hopes to achieve with all this.

"We should check it out," Jordan suggests. He reaches for his silver knife.

"Are you crazy?" Kenny hisses. "That sounded like… something none of us can handle. Let's wait for the Prince's command."

"Don't be ridiculous," Jordan scoffs. "There is nothing we can't handle. We are the best warriors in this part of the world, remember?"

The footsteps grow louder, so does the growl, even more insistent.

"Maybe we should just stay here," Kenny suggests, a tremor in his voice.

"And let whatever it is come to us?" Jordan retorts. "No. We'll face it head on."

Woa. I didn't know Jordan was so brave. Braver than Kenny. His weight sends anyone who looks at him the opposite message

The growl comes again, and this time, I can hear the sound of claws scraping against the ground.

"We have to go," Jordan says, his voice urgent. He grabs Kenny's arm and pulls him towards the door. "Now!"

They rush out of the tent, leaving me alone. I peep outside to see what everyone else is doing.

The camp is in chaos, the other warriors scrambling for their weapons, terror written on their faces.

Good job, Alejandro.

The source of the growl is now seen, a beast larger than any werewolf to ever exist. It's fur is pearly white, it's eyes glowing. It moves with a fluid grace, its claws clicking against the ground as it looks around at everyone, as though searching for someone in particular.

Everyone waits for Titus' command, swinging their knives uncertainly.

At a particularly loud growl from the beast, panic washes through the camp, men screaming and scattering. The beast moves with terrifying speed, its eyes fixed on a group of warriors who have foolishly tried to stand their ground.

I watch, my heart pounding, as the creature lungs at them, its claws slicing through the air. The warriors fall, screaming at the top of their lungs.

I fear nothing, knowing it can't hurt me, being my mate and all. Is that how Lycans' look like when they shift? I am impressed despite myself.

"Shall we attack, Commander?" a voice is heard from one of the warriors.

"Hold your weapons at the ready, do not attack until I say so!" Titus bellows.

"Yes, commander!"

Then, the beast turns, its glowing eyes fixing on me suddenly. A low growl rumbles in its throat, and it begins to move towards me.

I should have stayed in the tent. It seems Alejandro won't miss any chance to play games with me.

I turn and run back in the tent, standing just at the door, my eyes screwed shut and my breath fast.

But then it sticks it's head into the tent and speaks with a surprisingly clear voice. No werewolf is able to speak when they shift, which is why I find it strange and terrifying when the creature speaks to me.

"I am watching you. Back the f**k off!"