Mate, You Are My Enemy

Chapter 12: Selfish

Ezra’s pov

“Well, son, since that traitor’s daughter is dead, I am going to find another girl for you to marry.”

His eyes were pinned on my face, waiting for some kind of reaction.

That has always been the case with him.

Ever since I was young, my father never took his eyes off me, and it wasn’t because he was concerned.

But it was because he wanted to gouge out my weakness.

To find out what it is that makes me tick and which buttons to press if he wants me to explode.

Back then, when I was just a child, he did it mainly to get rid of all those weaknesses.

But as I got older, he realized that I am not someone he can easily control.

The moment he realized that my power is growing day by day, it changed.

He started looking for weaknesses, not to get rid of them but to use them against me.

I have suspected it, I thought that I was careful enough.

I thought that I hid my intentions and feelings well enough.

I planted a few ideas in his mind, here and there, so he would think that it was all his idea.

Once during joint training with Diana’s pack.

I just dropped a comment that she will give whoever she marries powerful pups.

Tried to make him realize that having her as a daughter-in-law would be the perfect and probably only way to control her father.

But I was careful, I didn’t want him to know how badly I wanted all of that.

But something tells me that he knew.

I don’t know how he found out, but he knew.

And he gave me a smirk that told me that what I was thinking was right.

He knew what I was thinking, and I also knew what was on his mind.

My father and I, we are both monsters in our own rights.

I am a monster that he created, and I think he is a monster that his own father created as well.

And so, times like these make me realize that I truly am a monster.

Because I can tell what the monster in front of me is thinking.

Most of the time, I could tell what his next move was because the truth is that I would do the same thing.

And now, it seems like my father is done running around the bush.

“Did you really think that you could hide her away from me? Not only that, but you would secretly meet up with her?” he asked.

His voice didn’t go up; the tone and pitch remained the same.

But the room got icy cold; that wasn’t the thing that made me go cold.

He knew, he had known all this time, and was just waiting for me to meet her.

“You didn’t do anything stupid, now did you?”

He raised an eyebrow at my question, and I let every muscle in my body relax.

My heartbeat remained steady, just as I have been taught, and it has been hammered into me.

“What did you say?” he asked, and this time he was anything but calm.

“Her brother is still out, and we both know he is the one we truly want.

What do you think is the one thing that would make him come out? His darling sister being alive,” I pointed out.

My voice was as calm as the storm brewing inside my heart.

You could say that my voice is the eye of the storm.

Where is all calm as if there isn’t a massive hurricane in my heart.

“Are you telling me that you did this for me? That you lied to me and faked her death for me?”

I sighed as he slammed his hands on the desk and got up.

“I didn’t do it for you. I did it for me, one day you will get off that throne, and I will sit on it. Some enemies are patient; he could wait for you to croak and die. The last thing I want as a new king is an enemy who can take my throne.”

He started laughing when he heard my reasons, and he seemed pleased.

That is how he was raised, not to care about anyone or anything but myself.

And at the same time, he also wanted me to serve him.

You can’t teach someone to be selfish and then expect them to put your interests above theirs.

And it seems like the fact that I followed his lessons to the T makes him really happy.

But there was something else behind that smile of his.

Something that I didn’t like, and it felt like he was waiting for the right moment.

Just waiting for the correct moment to tell me, and whatever news he had wasn’t good.

He poured himself more whisky before looking at me with a smile, and then he took a sip.

Now back to being completely composed.

And Diana wonders where I get my mood swings from.

One thing this man taught me is that one should be unpredictable in everything they do.

Never let the enemy know your next step.

I have heard a story about him, from him, of course.

When he first became Alpha King, there was one person who was against it, and it was his younger brother.

He had to do something to get his brother killed without losing the throne.

Back then, his hold on the people was still very weak.

Many doubted him, believing that he would be a tyrant just like his father was.

My father was obviously my grandfather’s favourite son, never left his side.

This man, he forced the daughter of an omega to pretend to be his mate.

For months, he pretended to be madly in love with her and declared his undying love to her in front of the world.

The world softened up when they heard a love story of an Alpha and Omega.

A real Cinderella fairy tale happening in front of their own eyes.

Then, deep in the act, he poisoned the omega and blamed his brother for it.

The crime of killing the mate of an Alpha King was too big to forgive.

He was executed, and my father played the part of grieving lover.

A few months later, he found my mother, and it became a second-chance love story.

He married a woman who wasn’t his mate because her entire family was wiped out.

Care to guess who wiped out her entire family?

And my mother was his actual mate, otherwise the daughter of a delta wouldn’t be Alpha Queen in his books.

My thoughts were interrupted when he spoke up again.

“Well, son, you might have to revise your little plan.”

”What do you mean?” I asked, but that delighted him even more.

“The daughter of a traitor. I had her killed.

I didn’t know your plans because you left me out. When my man told me about seeing her, I gave the go-ahead to burn her to a crisp,” he answered. Voice void of any regret.

“Well, what is done is done. So, who is this new girl you have picked out for me?”

That’s it, Ezra, don’t let your emotions show even for a second. Any flicker of anger or panic will give him the advantage.

I spent the next hour talking to him about pack stuff before I could go back to my room.

The moment I walked into my room.

I found Zayn waiting for me.

He was pacing around the room and had this panicked look on his face.

“They said that she was there one moment and then she was gone. She didn’t go back to Aconite; we can’t find her anywhere,” he confirmed my worst fear.

How is this even possible?

She just can’t just up and disappear like that.

I closed my eyes and concentrated as hard as I could.

That space in my heart, it was still intact to prove that she is alive.

But where the hell is she?