Mate, You Are My Enemy

Chapter 6: Solitude

Diana’s pov

It’s been two years since that nightmare happened.

And in those two years, I have learned a couple of things about myself and this world.

First, history was wrong the whole time.

The Aconite weren’t massacred and fully defeated.

They survived and have been living in secret for the past few centuries.

Which means my darling Aunt wasn’t lying when she said that I was in the Aconite coven.

Well, this second thing is something that I have always known.

The Aconite name came because they wanted to erase werewolves, and what better way than to give yourself the name of the one thing that can kill them?

The third thing I learned was why my mother left this place.

It is suffocating to say the least.

Because they have been shut out from the outside world, their views are still really traditional.

Women listen to what men say and that they are above women.

Which is weird if you consider that their leader is a woman.

And another thing I learned is that they all hate me to the core.

They don’t want me here even for a moment, and they seemed like they didn’t have a choice.

The same could be said about my aunt as well.

The way she looks at me, as if I remind her of my mother, and not in a good way.

She has been training me for 2 years now, and yet she is as warm as a freezer.

When I woke up here, that one day I told myself that I wouldn’t cry.

That I would be strong and work hard to get stronger and avenge my parents.

But after a few days here, I would cry myself to sleep every night because of how isolated I felt.

I am called the daughter of a traitor because my mother left this place.

I am called an abomination because I am a hybrid.

It was the first time someone had said such words to my face.

The rules were made clear to me. I would wake up and get training from my aunt.

Who, if I might add just once again, unless it wasn’t clear, is as warm as an ice cube.

My meals are brought to my room, and I am not allowed to talk to anyone.

The only name I know around here is my aunt’s name, and that is it.

I train, go back to my room, and I am expected to stay there.

Well, the only thing my aunt did was pay for college fees so I could continue studying online.

To be honest, I see why my mother left such a place.

For someone who was raised in a loving pack and surrounded by people I considered family, it was a blow to the gut.

I didn’t expect them to replace my old pack or fill the hole in my chest.

I just didn’t expect them to make it bigger than it already was.

I looked outside, and I couldn’t help but sigh.

Maybe I should be grateful for their treatment because I needed something to toughen me up.

But it’s time I got the hell out of this hellhole. The problem is how.

Where on earth do I go from here?

It’s not like I have some backup plan or support waiting for me out there.

And because I have been stuck here in this place, I couldn’t look for my brother.

And I am also scared that if he looks for me, then it might just lead Ezra right to him.

Right now, the only person who can stop those two is my brother.

Maybe it was by the moon goddess’s fate that my brother wasn’t there that night.

Something urgent happened, and he had to leave on short notice.

He was going to come back just in time for my birthday.

The door to the bedroom I was given opened, and my aunt walked in.

She had her usual cold look on her face as she handed me a picture.

I looked at it, and it was a picture of a man I had never seen before.

“It’s time to put what you have learned into practice. Find this man, he has an important artifact that we want, get it,” my darling aunt said.

I looked behind the picture and all the necessary details were written on it. I couldn’t help but smile.

I am sure that she did all that so she could avoid talking to me directly.

Even when she teaches me, most of it consists of her giving me a book to read.

She tries to avoid communication with me as much as she can.

The more she behaves like this, the more I am curious.

How on earth did Ezra convince these people to come and let me stay here with them?

How on earth did he convince them to teach me magic?

She threw the car keys on the table and then walked out.

I bathed and got ready to leave, making sure I used magic to hide my identity.

Apparently, you can do that, which explains how my mother managed to fool all those supernatural beings among her.

Going out of this place for the first time in years was unsurprisingly freeing.

It was the most positive I have ever felt since I came to this place.

She had written everything down, where I should find this guy and at what time.

As I was driving, it got me thinking, and something didn’t make sense at all.

These people don’t trust me, and yet they trust me enough to collect an important artifact.

Something tells me this is a trap, and yet I can’t help but drive towards this.

If they wanted to kill me, they could have done so earlier.

I got to the address, and it was a club.

I walked in, making sure to keep my head down.

Although I don’t have to worry much about being recognized.

Apparently, two months after my parents died, my body was found in the wounds.

The wild animals had torn it to shreds, so that it was almost unrecognisable, but the scent, although rotten, was mine.

I don’t know who did it and why, but it helps because no one is going to look for a dead girl.

I got to the club and looked around.

My eyes eventually landed on the guy in the photo, and his eyes landed on me.

He smirked before he started leaving the club using the back door.

I signed. Am I really going to go after him?

I followed him into the dark alley, and I couldn’t help but roll my eyes.

Are they planning on killing me this way?

Why not just kill me?

The world already thinks that I am dead anyway.

I stood there for some time, and suddenly I felt someone gaze on me.

I didn’t need to turn around to know whose gaze it was.

Only his gaze can fill me with so much fear, and now it seems anger.

Only his gaze can make a chill run down my spine, and most begrudgingly, only his gaze can make me feel alive.

His hand wrapped around my waist as he buried his head on my neck.

“f**k, I missed you so much, Dee,” he whispered in my ear.

Is it weird that I want to kiss his face with an uppercut?