Mate, You Are My Enemy

Chapter 19: Lines drawn

Ezra’s pov

She did well, held her head up high, and had a perfect smile on her face.

But I can tell that she is already tired.

“Have Helene bring dinner to our room. My future wife and I have a few things to make clear.”

I made sure that my tone was cold as I said those words.

She doesn’t want them to know that we are mates.

Which means she also doesn’t want them to know about our other little bond.

It doesn’t have a name yet; we never named it.

But something tells me that she doesn’t want me to help her directly.

She looked at me, and I watched how she frowned.

“Now you want to talk?” she asked, her voice just as cold as mine was.

As I suspected.

She wants it to look like I forced her to come here.

And I understand why there are things both of us know that the world doesn’t.

Like the fact that I let her go on purpose that night.

The fact that I defeated my father just so I could bring her to be with me.

The world doesn’t know that, so if she seemed eager to please me, then it wouldn’t look for her.

It would look like she betrayed her parents for a throne.

Not only that, but if she is too friendly, it would get others to be suspicious of her.

“Let’s be civil.”

I watched how she rolled her eyes, and I found myself smiling internally.

She has gotten really good at acting, or maybe she isn’t acting.

I know how I feel about her, but her feelings have always been a mystery to me.

And now more than ever, I don’t think she hates me.

But she does see me as an enemy, which is even more confusing.

I walked forward and headed straight to the Alpha Wing, and she followed closely behind.

As we disappeared from everyone’s sight, I watched how her entire body relaxed.

Now I could see how tired she really was.

I am sure that she is tired physically and mentally.

She spent all night yesterday looking after me.

And today was mostly spent in the car, and she didn’t want to let her guard down enough to sleep.

I think it was mostly because of how nervous and anxious she was coming here.

And now, seeing all those faces she used to see every day.

But now, their gazes towards her were different, like they were looking at the enemy.

The murmurs and whispers around her that were calling her the daughter of a traitor.

It must have been too much for her, no matter how prepared she was.

“We will be sharing a room.”

I heard her scoff.

I looked at her as she smirked.

“Aren’t you scared that I would kill you in your sleep?” she asked me.

I watched as she realized something and then frowned before looking anywhere but me.

I bet she remembers the words I told her yesterday when she had a silver dagger to my throat.

I stopped in my tracks and then smiled, which made her frown.

“You should be the one scared. What do you think I will do to you in your sleep?” I asked her.

She blushed.

It’s good to see that I still have that effect on her.

We got to the room, and I opened the massive doors.

She looked around the room, and her eyes landed on the massive couch in the room.

I knew what was going on in her head, but I didn’t feel like warning.

It is big enough for one person to sleep on comfortably.

But the two of us, it could help to get things heated very fast.

I showed her around, but she has been in this room plenty of times.

So it was merely a formality; her belongings arrived shortly after that.

She took out a few things and went straight to the bathroom.

I heard her lock the door behind her, and I couldn’t help but smile.

I now have a lifetime with her, so I think that I will be patient for now.

I sat down and started working on some documents, and she came out.

Hair still wet, but she was fully clothed.

I found myself smiling at her choice of clothes.

“Will you be able to sleep in that?” I couldn’t help but ask.

“Yes, they are very comfortable.”

The little forced smile told me that she was lying, and she also didn’t look comfortable.

I looked at her, her black hair, her hazel eyes, and her perfect, sculpted lips.

She is dressed like that so that she doesn’t seduce me.

But her very existence is seductive to me.

The way those eyes burn with a fire that she tries her best to hide.

I got up and walked towards her, and as stubborn as she is, she stood her ground.

“I understand what this little get-up of yours means. It shows that you are scared.”

I didn’t even get to finish my sentence before she scoffed.

“And how does that work? This shows that I am not trying to seduce you. That I have drawn the line.”

Her reply was exactly what I wanted.

She won’t be able to sleep comfortably in that.

Plus, I wouldn’t mind her wearing something a little sexy.

It will be a feast for my eyes.

“No, what you did was withdraw from the fight. You chose to protect yourself rather than fight. Are you scared that you might not win our little bet? I thought you wanted me to beg,”

I said, and then chuckled.

I slowly took off my shirt and watched as her eyes landed on my chest.

She quickly looked away, but then looked at it again.

I could feel her gaze on the scar on my stomach.

The scar that I gave myself back then to protect her.

A scar from a silver weapon doesn’t look and they usually look hideous if you survive.

But mine, for some reason, was there but not as it should be.

I saw it, I was healing faster than I should have.

And yes, a scar remained, but it was small and not reddish like it should be.

And my chest was still covered with a few bruises I obtained while fighting my father.

The wounds were healed, but some spots were still a bit bruised.

I could feel her eyes going lower and then lower until she snapped them up at me.

I leaned in.

“It looks like I am going to win our little bet.”

I walked into the bathroom, and I couldn’t help smiling.

She is going to change.

I don’t know if what I did was stupid or genius.

She is going to change into something really sexy because she can’t stand the thought of losing against me.

And I will see her looking like that, and I won’t be able to hold myself back.

Now, how many days should I wait before making my move on her?

I have waited for 5 years; a few more days shouldn’t be a problem.

That is all I need, a few more days, and Diana will be mine in every way.

I looked down and found myself smiling, but for now, I think a few cold showers will do.

I walked out of the bathroom and found Diana sitting on the couch, looking at her phone.

Fuck, I shouldn’t have provoked her.

She is going to make sure I suffer, isn’t she?