Mated To The Enemy

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Alejandro POV

In the werewolf world, I earned myself a name, and far from a good one. I appear to be crazy and power hungry in the eyes of many wolves, but not many know my true motivation so I can careless about what sh*tty stuff has been made up over the years about me.

I have tried to attack shadow pack not because I want to sit on that pile of rusty steel they call a throne, but because these wolves came out of nowhere when I was a baby and murdered my entire family.

It is revenge I seek, not glory. And I will only rest when the last one of those wolves is dead.

When I prepared to attack the pack this time, I did it in such a way there would be no chance of losing on my side.

Last time I lost because I made the same mistake my parents made, of fighting like rogues, attacking blindly without order or plan whatsoever.

But now, I adopted my enemy's style of fighting, not to mention I recently got my Lycan.

It is what made it possible for me to sneak in the enemy camp and count all the warriors, even killing one of them when I got the chance. I can hide my scent and move as stealthily as a cat, despite my giant size.

And when that useless coward of an enemy arranged to meet with me to try and persuade me to retreat, I happily agreed for two reasons.

The first is I wanted to present him with the head of his best friend, as I came to find out the man I killed was. The second is I wanted to have my mate with me, close by while I figure out what to do considering the dilemma I was put in by the goddess.

I have a fiance waiting for me back home, recently engaged and waiting for me to win the battle and marry her, but like a joke, the goddess decided it was time I got a mate..

A male mate.

Am I gay and I don't know it? I don't understand, but I am more fascinated than angry. There had to be a reason the goddess gave him to me, she knows all of us better than we know ourselves, so I was going to keep the little thing with me. Who knows, maybe I have a gay side to me. I was attracted to him after all.

And so, I planned to demand to have the boy, after I found out his name, in exchange to spare the prince's life and that of his best friends when I conquer their pack.

Oh yes, he would have agreed. He's that cowardly, I heard he only commands the warriors out of fear of his father.

However, the fool made it easy for me.

He brought the little guy with him.

This considered, he must be one of the best warriors despite his little size.

Everything's been made easy for me.

And when all is said and they are about to leave, I voice out my little request:

"You are free to go. But the small guy remains!"

I see Titus take an exasperated sigh before turning around to face me.

"I thought you said we are not going to fight here. What is this?"

"And I meant it, I have no intention of fighting you here and now. I have my own reasons but I need the boy."

"What reasons?" Titus squints his tiny eyes suspiciously.

I hate his tiny eyes, they annoy the life out of me.

"Nothing to do with you. Just give me the boy..."

"It has everything to do with me if you are demanding to get your hands on one of my warriors. Do you realize how crazy you sound?"

I shift my weight to one leg and cross my arms on my chest, my head tilting to the side.

"What if I told you he helped me get in your camp last night, helped me murder your friend? Would you still feel he is one of your loyal warriors?"

I quickly glance up at him at the accusation. What a jerk! I didn't help him do anything...he's doing all this to have me, when he believes I am a man? Why does he want me this much, anyway? He's not gay, is he?

I feel the hostile glares of the men on my side of the team.

"He's lying," I hurry to defend myself. "I don't know why he wants you to hand me over to him but he's lying. I don't know this man, this is the first time I am seeing him."

He lied first, I will do so as well.

"What he is saying makes sense. I was suspicious of you since the beginning, I told you I don't remember recruiting you into my army. You are a traitor..."

"How can you believe the word of our enemy? He just wants to divide us..."

"I am going to dig into your past and find out who you are, as soon as we get back. I don't want traitors! Goodness! I've got girls in my army and now this! I really don't need this right now."

"Get back where? He is coming with me, or didn't you hear me? You have enough men to fight. You do not need the little boy."

"Go rot in hell! Let's go, men!" Titus bellows, and with one final glance at the enemy, we take off. My heart pounds in my chest.

I do not know what I want at this moment. I am drawn to my mate, but everything is wrong about the whole situation. He is a bloodthirsty, power hungry moron and being with him would make me miserable. And then there's the whole issue of me being a boy in his eyes and yet he still wants me. I wonder what his reaction would be if he knew I was a girl...

Soon, we are back in camp. Men everywhere are sharpening their silver knives, some practicing with their guns loaded with silver bullets (silver being one of the few things that are fatal to werewolves).

Some are involved in single combat practice.

I rush straight to my tent, eager to get away from Titus, just in case my presence reminds him to carry on the threat about looking into my life.

When I enter the tent, my heart skips right out of my chest, for there, standing in a corner with his arms crossed, is the handsome and formidable Santiago.