MATED TO THE ENEMY BROTHERS

CHAPTER 10: Intentional Act

The orange hue from the sun shone through the curtain, causing me to squint my eyes repeatedly. I yawned and stretched lazily on the bed, moving my hand to touch Fenrir beside me.

The bed was empty; I was the only one still sleeping. Where is he?

As I tried to sit upright, I felt sore pain between my legs. My v****a hurt, and my legs were weak and heavy. Then I remembered what happened the previous night.

After returning from dinner, Fenrir and I completed the mating bond. We had s*x. He deflowered me. A small smile crept up on my face, remembering that I had a really nice night.

I checked the time; it was around some minutes after ten in the morning. Like damn, I never knew time had gone. Well, it wasn't like I had somewhere to go other than being here all day.

Still feeling sore, I crawled out of bed and went into the bathroom to ease myself. Once I was done, I returned to the room. Maybe Fenrir was downstairs with his vampires?

The bedsheet had been stained with blood, so I decided to change the sheets. I removed the pillows, and then I saw a white pepper lying underneath one of the pillows. I picked it up and read what was written.

Morning sunshine, I’m out for business. Take care of yourself till I get back. I love you so much. X.

A small smile crept up on my face after reading what Fenrir said. I’m really beginning to think I’m safe here with him. I mean, he wasn’t what I had imagined him to be. The way he speaks to me, looks at me, and handles me with care. That was all I had prayed for in a mate.

I wouldn’t rush to judge anyways. Maybe he was just pretending, and he was going to show his true color soon? But I don’t wish for him to change, and I hope he doesn’t.

I finally removed the beddings and tried looking for a new one. Where would he keep them? I checked the walk-in closet, but nothing like that was in sight. I checked the other wardrobe, and I didn’t look long before I found a white bedding with the pillowcase.

Once I was done keeping the room tidy, I heard my stomach grumble, and then I remembered I had missed my daily routine.

Every day in my formal pack, I always had coffee in the morning, and anytime I missed not having it, the rest of the day wouldn’t go well for me. I mean in my body system.

What was I supposed to do now? I don’t know how to go about things here. Remembering that Fenrir showed me around the previous day, part of the room he showed me was the kitchen.

I quickly changed into a tank top and wore leggings. My hair was messy from the previous night. I wore Fenrir’s flip-flops lying beside the bed. It was twice my size, but I’m still going to wear it anyways.

I closed the suite door behind me and headed down the stairs, trying to find my way to the kitchen. The whole house was silent, more than a graveyard. Maybe the vampires also went with him.

Maybe I was the only one in the house. It wasn’t so difficult for me to find the kitchen. My eyes darted around as I entered through the door. Checking the cabinet that was not too far from where I stood, I didn’t find what I was looking for.

I kept checking, but there was nothing like coffee in them, just other kitchen stuff. I think I am a bit unlucky today. I had already given up when my eyes caught sight of a pantry, lying at one corner of the kitchen.

I moved closer to it and ransacked the whole content. Then, there lay what I had been looking for. I quickly picked up the container and returned to the kitchen table to make my coffee.

I was done in no time. I poured the coffee into a white mug and placed it on a small, dark tray. I was ready to leave the kitchen, smiling as images from the previous night flashed through my head.

I took one step toward the doorway.

BAM!

A wall of something hard and unmoving slammed into me. I hadn’t even seen it. The impact was like running straight into a stone pillar.

I stumbled backward, the small tray slipping from my grip.

The sound echoed through the walls of the kitchen. The white mug didn’t just break on the stone floor; it burst into sharp, white pieces that scattered like bone shards.

The coffee, steaming and hot, flew up and over everything. A cloud of steam hit my face first, then the liquid followed, pouring down from my face to my legs.

It was scalding and hurting.

It poured down my neck and soaked the tank top I wore. I couldn't breathe. My skin felt like it had instantly turned to fire. It was a sharp, tearing agony, like someone had slapped me with a red-hot iron.

I squeezed my eyes shut and screamed, but the sound was thin and weak. I dropped the ruined tray and clawed at my neck, trying to wipe the stinging, clinging heat away. The pain was a thousand tiny needles pricking me all at once. I dropped to my knees, shaking, the sweet smell of the coffee filling the air.

“f*****g hell!” I gasped out, the word muffled and choked.

I managed to raise my head and look to see who I had collided with because I was so sure it wasn’t the wall.

It was Rieka.

She was standing perfectly still, blocking the exit. Her hand crossed around her chest. She hadn't swayed or staggered from the collision at all. She just looked down at me, down at the shattered mug and the spreading dark puddle of coffee, and down at my trembling, burning body.

She wore a smug expression. Her eyes were bright and empty, like polished glass. And the curve of her mouth was not an apology. Not even a tiny bit of remorse on her face.

It was a thin, terrible line of pure, quiet satisfaction, like she had just crushed a bothersome insect and was waiting for the tiny struggle to stop.

She had waited for me. She saw me moving towards the doorway. It was deliberate.

“My apologies, Ots…” She paused, like she was thinking what the rest of my name would be. “Otsana, right?” Her voice was a low, slow rumble, but there was no apology in the sound. It was painted with mockery. I mean, she was relishing in my pain and helplessness. “You were moving too quickly.” She finished carelessly.

She didn't move to help. She didn't even twitch. She just stood there, letting me burn, watching the coffee stain spread across the hard floor.

She was enjoying the moment.

I pushed myself back, scooting away from the hot, wet mess, the sharp pieces of ceramic pressing into my knees. The burning on my skin pulsed with every beat of my heart, and the cold indifference on her face made the pain even worse.

I got to my feet, shaking. “Rieka, you did that on purpose,” I whispered, the rage finally cutting through the pain.

She merely raised one dark eyebrow, the smugness in her posture growing even larger, like a shadow stretching in the low light.

“Maybe you should learn to watch where you go,” she replied. “This house has many unexpected corners, plus you just got here, so you need to walk carefully next time.”

She turned then, finally, and walked out of the kitchen without another word, leaving me alone with the mess, the smell of burnt coffee, and the terrifying, throbbing pain.

I wanted to drag her back, but I shook off the thoughts. As I watched her leave, I felt anger rise in my throat. My teeth clenched together. Maya was trying to break free from me, but I held her back. She can’t make me do what I would regret. She doesn’t even stand a chance with me, talk less of my wolf.

“Calm down,” I muttered slowly to myself.

Still feeling the burn, I moved away slowly from the mess, trying to get a mop to clean up when I heard the entrance door flung open, and then the sweet scent hit me. Fenrir was back.