An Enemy Called Mate

TANIA

I prayed silently to the moon goddess, then, I followed the masked man. My wolf urged me to check the mansion, but I was frightened. Even if nothing bad happened to Nikolas, I do not wish to return to being his confined mate.

It’s best I follow the masked man and find the way to Granelma Pack.

I carefully stepped on the ground and followed the masked man. He seemed to be strong, and what can I do with my cuffed hands anyway?

Soon, we reached the gate and I suddenly lost track of the masked man’s retreating figure. I can’t even identify his scent, talk less of trailing his scent.

Bang!

A loud sound echoed behind me. I turned back. I spotted the same man who opened the stall door with a gun in his hand. He pulled the trigger once, but I was quick to dodge it before running.

I ran to wherever my legs took me. But with every step I took, it seemed like that man took three times the step. I tried my best to run faster, but my legs felt wobbly and exhausted.

I gasped for breath, and glanced around, only to realize that I was in a dense forest.

“Well, well, who do we have here if not the supposed Luna to this pack?” I heard a voice say. I turned around and my gaze fell on the same man who had a gun in his hand.

I didn’t even bother to reply. All that played in my mind was to run, even my wolf urged me to, and I couldn’t resist.

I obeyed and ran. Then, a slight pain struck my shoulder, causing me to fall on my face.

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I was woken up by the burning sensation on my wrist and the pain in my shoulder. I blinked and realized that I was lying on a wooden chair with my hands cuffed to the armrests.

Glancing around the room, I noticed that I was in an empty room. I jiggled my wrists, attempting to release myself from the cuffs, but it was useless.

Then, a muscular man came into view. He had short brown hair which fell on his face, and he was in a simple shirt and black pants.

“What do you want from me?!” I snarled.Ccontent © exclusive by Nô/vel(D)ra/ma.Org.

“Shush, I don’t want to listen to your rants,” the man replied and walked away.

“Rant?! You shot me and-”

Hold on, he doesn’t sound like the man who shot me. He sounded more like the masked man.

“You pig!” I snarled. “You left me in that pack to die.”

“Yes, I did. Now, have this,” He instructed as he stretched a cup to me.

“Do you really expect me to drink that after what you did? Tsk, who knows what your plans are?”

“I have a lot, and speaking with you is not among them. Save yourself the stress and drink obediently.”

I glared at him and took a peek at the liquid in the cup. It was dark-colored and it smelt like animal waste.

“Goddess, is this poop?” I yelled, curling my lips in disgust.

He let out a sigh, “Herbal medicine for your wound.”

“Wound?” I followed his gaze and realized that my shoulders were bare. Also, I was in a pair of pants and a thin, strapless top.

“Holy Goddess!” I exclaimed, glancing back at him. “How dare you!”

My blood boiled in anger. But no matter how I tried to throw a blow at him, my hands could not reach him.

“Damn the cuffs! Damn you!” I spat, and he clicked his tongue.

“You are lucky I took you away from there. The men would have done worse.”

“Worse?! Does that make you less guilty?!”

“I guess so.” He glanced up thoughtfully, and continued with a smile, “But it’s fine. I tried my best to shut my eyes and not look at anything.”

“I should have known that that was your plan, you pervert! Let my father hear of this, you will rot in a cell!” I yelled, and he grabbed a key.

He walked towards the armrest and unlocked the cuff. “Go on, you are a free bird now.”

Hastily, I moved away from the chair, and a groan left my lips. I could still feel pain in my shoulder and the pain made me weak instantly.

Gently, I walked out of that place, with pains surging from my shoulder. It felt awful, as I felt like my life was slipping away slowly.

It was dark outside, and only the fire before the small house lit up the surroundings. I sat on a log that surrounded the fire, hoping that the pain in my shoulder could heal a little.

“It seemed useless for them to waste such an expensive bullet on you. I mean, what benefits will they get?” I heard the masked man say as he approached me.

I’m certain that he would be satisfied to know that I didn’t leave too.

I narrowed my eyes, “Why should I tell you about that? It’s not like you plan to kidnap me and seek for ransom.”

“That will be a waste of time because I’m certain that no one would come to save a blabbermouth like you.”

“Tsk, you never know when to stop talking. You are not the same masked man from the other night, right?”

“I’ve never met you before.”

“Then, why did you cuff me in the restroom?! Goodness… I’m so pissed right now. If you were not present, I would have a little idea about what was happening.”

“I told you, they attacked the pack,” he responded and sat on the opposite log of wood.

“And the Alpha? Is he dead?” I asked, gulping at the end of my statement.

“He is good as dead. Perhaps he ran like the coward he is.”

I gulped, clenching my fist, “How long will it take to reach Granelma Pack?”

“Why do you ask?”

“It’s just a question.”

“Two to five days.”