Mate, You Are My Enemy

Chapter 5: Next move

Diana’s pov

I stood there completely frozen as Ezra slowly ripped my parents' heads off their bodies.

I watched as they stood there, lifeless, and couldn’t say a word.

The evil in Ezra’s eyes as he looked at me with a smirk.

Everyone around me suddenly started turning red.

They were walking towards me, and yet I couldn’t move.

The anger and grief consumed me, but most of all, I was filled with fear.

They all charged at all, and the only thing I could do was scream as loud as I could.

I quickly opened my eyes, and it took some time to adjust to the place around me.

I was in a bed, and it was warm and comfortable.

I looked around the room, looking for any signs that this was my room.

That was all that was nothing but a terrible nightmare.

Signs that all that anxiety about finding my mate and turning 18 got to me more than I thought.

I am the daughter of an Alpha, and a lot is expected from me.

I personally don’t care about hierarchy, and if I could.

I would marry for love and nothing less.

But I am also the daughter of an Alpha, and I have responsibilities towards my people.

The unfamiliar room I was in confirmed one thing for me.

It was not just a mere nightmare; all that happened.

It confirmed that I was the daughter of an Alpha and a failure at that.

I escaped from that nightmare alone.

I clung to this miserable life.

Why didn’t I just die with them?

Why did I want to survive that nightmare when they is nothing left to live for?

“You are awake,” a gentle voice came from the other side of the room.

I turned my head and looked at the source.

A woman who seemed to be in her early forties was sitting on an old-style couch.

I looked around the room and noticed how tacky the decoration was.

As if I were in the room of a teenager who absolutely had no style and was trying to find themselves.

All around me were posters, and the walls were painted in different colors that didn’t go well together.

My eyes went back to the woman, and I didn’t need to ask her who she was.

Those hazel eyes that look exactly like mine told me everything I needed to know.

She is somehow related to my mother, and if I had to guess, I would say an older sister or a younger sister.

The thing with witches is that you never really know their age.

My mother was in her early fifties, but you couldn’t tell at all.

She seemed like she was somewhere in her early thirties.

I didn’t say anything and waited for her to introduce herself.

If memory serves, she and a few others were waiting for me at my father’s pack border.

“I am your aunt, Sarah Bennett, and also your mother’s older sister,” she introduced herself as she got up.

What did I tell you?

You never can tell how old they are.

“Where am I?” I tried looking outside the window as I asked this question.

But the place outside didn’t really give out the location or anything like that.

“You are at the Aconite coven,” she answered, which made me want to laugh.

But I didn’t have it in me to find all of this funny.

The Aconite coven is nothing but a myth, and one that people fear.

They were a coven that once fought toe to toe with werewolves and almost won.

If the werewolves hadn’t played dirty in the end, then witches would be thriving now.

And after they lost that war, it is written in history books that they were completely wiped out.

I didn’t say anything; she helped me, so calling her crazy would be an ungrateful thing to do.

But there was one question I had to ask, and yet I didn’t want to know the answer.

I know that if she told me what I think she is going to tell me, it might confuse me even more.

“How did you know to wait for me there?” I asked her after some time.

The answer I hope for is that there is probably a seer in their group.

One of them had a vision, and they waited for me to rescue them.

The answer I hope for is that they were just passing through and saw me there.

But I know that those answers wouldn’t satisfy me because they wouldn’t make any sense.

They wouldn’t explain Ezra’s confidence when he told me to run north.

They wouldn’t explain how they were waiting for me to get there.

“Your little boyfriend contacted us a few days ago.

Saying that even though your mother left us and disowned us you are still blood and therefore a member of this coven.

That we are obligated to save you.

He didn’t give us much of a choice, said he would tell his father that we still exist if we didn’t do as told,” she answered with a frown on her face.

She does look like she isn’t happy about saving me.

And from the sound of things, it sounds to me like she is summarizing what Ezra said.

If he indeed threatened them, I am sure he used more colourful words than the ones she used.

I closed my eyes because this answer did exactly what I knew it would do.

It left me even more confused about everything.

Why did Ezra let me go?

Why go as far as stabbing himself with a silver dagger?

I get that it was probably to have an excuse as to how I managed to get away.

But why go this far to ensure my safety?

And how long has he been planning this?

If he was doing this to help me, wasn’t there another way?

Couldn’t he just warn my parents about what his father was planning?

Why did he just sit there and watch as his father killed my parents?

“Rest up, tomorrow we start your training. You don’t even know the basics of magic. This is getting even more annoying,” Sarah complained as she left the room.

I was now left in the room alone, and after looking around, I realized that it was my mother’s old room.

I want to cry, my heart feels so heavy that I want to scream out.

But at the same time, I want to destroy everything around me.

That’s when it clicked, I didn’t lose everything yet.

My older brother is still out there.

That explains why Ezra decided to let me go. Ezra has always been cunning and clever for his own good.

He let me go as a way to trap my brother.

That is the only answer to all of this madness, actually, that’s the only answer that matters.

Now what is my next move?