Mate, You Are My Enemy

Chapter 36: Bloom

Diana’s pov

“Yes, it stings like hell. But let me make one thing clear, Diana. You will never do something like that again. You will do as I tell you.”

The way he said those words reminded me of what his father said.

That Ezra couldn’t control me, and we weren’t even married yet.

Yes, he had tried to control me before, but he has never put it into words like this.

“Why should I? Why should I do everything you tell me to do?” I asked him.

He frowned at my defiant tone and closed his eyes to calm himself.

He calmed himself down before looking at me.

“Not everything, just don’t drug me and when I tell you not to do something. Just listen to me.”

He was now completely calm, but I could see the fury brewing in those eyes.

“Why should I?” I repeated my question.

“Because I am giving everything, aren’t I? I am giving the title of Queen Luna and the power that comes with it. I am giving you a chance to get revenge. To change this world and make it whatever you want it to be. I am giving you the power over me,” he answered, and I scoffed.

“No, Ezra, all you did was chain me to your for the rest of my life,” I answered, and he took a few steps towards me.

“And what is wrong with that? So what if you are chained to me for the rest of your life? You will be Queen, you will have power only a few dream of.”

Well, if that is his reason, then I guess that is why I came here with him.

I walked to the closet, took a bag, and then started packing all the clothing I bought with me.

Ezra walked inside, his eyes landed on the bag, and he frowned.

“What are you doing?” he asked, and I just shrugged.

“I am leaving. The reason I came here was for the power you had to offer me.

But I am not getting that power, am I?

I even have to listen to your orders like they are law.”

I closed the bag.

As I got up, the bag was snatched from my arms.

Ezra looked at me, his eyes glowing, and the room getting darker and colder.

“What did you say?” he growled.

I stood my ground; it had to be done even if I had to pull his arm.

“I am leaving this place,” I repeated myself and watched as claws protruded from his hands.

“What do you mean that you are not getting that power? Didn’t my mother hand over all Queen Luna’s duties to you?” he asked.

Despite being so furious he could hardly keep it in, he was doing a great job at keeping it in.

“Yes, your mother handed me over her duties. But I have no interest in hosting balls and mating ceremonies. I want real power, the power to decide the fate of this world and not to sit on the sidelines.” I answered.

He still seemed confused, so I sighed and then looked at him.

“Your mother had no power; she was basically your father’s assistant and incubator. I have no interest in that.”

I then tried taking the bag from him once again, but he had an iron grip on it.

“Fine, I will give you all the power in the world.”

I looked at him, and it seemed like he took the bait.

“I will give you the proper duties of a Queen. I didn’t know about my mother.”

I did my best to look hesitant and show him that alone wouldn’t be enough.

“I want to have supervision over your father’s meals,” I added my own little condition.

I watched how he looked at me, confused.

I could see the many questions in his mind, but he nodded.

As if telling me that he doesn’t care about finding answers to his questions either way.

He is wondering why I would want something like that, but doesn’t ask.

He is wondering why his father’s eyes are turning red.

But he is willing to let me do whatever I want if it means that I get to stay.

I could kill his father, and he would never find his answers.

He would never figure out his identity, and he is willing to let me.

I looked at him, he isn’t only stronger than me but also powerful.

If he wants, he could chain me to him for the rest of my life.

He could keep me here by force, and I wouldn’t be able to do a thing about it.

And yet, he doesn’t do that.

I was wrong to fear that he would be exactly like his father.

I was wrong to let his father’s words get to me, and I reacted in such a way.

I took the bag from him, started unpacking, and he walked out of the walk-in closet.

When I came out, he was sitting on the couch looking disheveled and almost lonely.

I walked towards him, and he didn’t look up at me.

“Ezra,” I called out, and still nothing.

What I did hurt him; I used his feelings to emotionally blackmail him.

“Ezra, kiss me,” I said, and this caught his attention because he looked up.

“Forget the timer, kiss me to your heart’s content,” I added.

I watched as the fury and hurt in his eyes slowly started fading away.

He pulled me by my hand, and I landed on his lap.

He looked at my face, as if memorizing every little pore.

“Don’t ever do that again. Don’t ever threaten to leave me,” he said before crashing his lips into mine.

His kisses were angry and frustrated, but I welcomed them all since I was the cause.

He deepened the kiss, and everything around us just disappeared.

It was only us in the room, only his hands roaming all over my body.

The kiss turned hotter much faster than usual.

He took off my nightgown and looked at me with hungry eyes.

Then he started kissing my neck, sucking on the sensitive spot where the mate mark is supposed to be, and even growled.

Gosh, the sensation went through my entire body and settled on my core.

All he had to do, all he had to do was bite that mark, and everything would be heightened.

This delicious s****l tension between us will be ten times stronger.

The feel of his lips will be even better.

He removed his lips from my neck.

I felt kind of disappointed by that. But I quickly forgot when he started sucking my n*****s.

My hips moved on their own, grinding to him as if my life depended on it.

And also, I don’t know where my underwear went.

And since he was also in sleepwear, all I had to do was reach into his pants and take out what I wanted.

The moment I started rubbing on him, skin to skin and all.

I felt like I was going to just explode there and then.

It was perfect and also not enough at the same time.

His groans and my moans mixed in the room to create the most erotic sounds.

And 30 minutes later, I was lying in his arms.

I do wonder, I know what s*x with him feels like.

But something tells me that since we are older, he has gotten even better.

But that’s a story for another day; if I even suggest s*x, he will think that it means he won.

And as I said before, I absolutely refuse to lose to Ezra.

I looked at him, and he seemed a bit calm now.

But his hands were still holding me protectively.

As if asked, I would jump out of his arms at any moment.

His eyes were closed.

I kissed his forehead, then the bridge of his nose, and then his lips.

He slowly opened his eyes, surprised by the gentle gesture coming from me.

Even I don’t know why I did it, but I just felt like it.

Then I rested my head on his chest and listened to his strong and steady heartbeat.

Meghan was wrong. Life with Ezra might not be perfect, but it will never be cold or lonely.

Only those who are uncared for wither, but those who are cared for only bloom.

I don’t know what Ezra’s feelings for me are, but I am certain that they will only help me bloom.