An Enemy Called Mate

XANDER

I opened the drawer with a smooth glide, revealing the contents inside. Without wasting time, I picked up the syringe, needle, and the small bottle that accompanied it.

Hastily, I inserted the needle into the bottle, and pulled back on the plunger, drawing the liquid in the bottle into the syringe.

I inserted the needle into the vein in my arm, and pushed the plunger.

As soon as I injected the liquid into my vein, my hands became weak. I dropped the syringe involuntarily, and slumped, with darkness creeping at the edges of my eyes.

“Finally taking a break from pack works, uh? I guess Mr. Workaholic decided to have some time for himself.” Lance mind-linked.

“Shut it, it’s too early for this,” I replied, flickering my eyes open.

“Early? it’s late afternoon.” Lance mind-linked back.

“Afternoon?” His words echoed in my head.

I forced my eyes open immediately. I recall taking Ziva to her room, and it was nighttime. How did I sleep till this time?

I’ve never done that.

Scanning my surroundings, I spotted sunlight that reflected on the door, and my gaze fell on the syringe on the floor.

Gosh, last night was a mess again. I snapped away from my laying position, and my head throbbed with headache.

Touching my forehead, I managed to stand, then I tossed the empty syringe underneath my bed with my foot.

My muscles felt heavy with the burden of last night’s drama. Feeling the need to burn off some energy, I decided to head to the pack’s training area.

I had my bath, changed, and rushed downstairs to have my lunch, then go to the pack’s training area.

As soon as I descended the stairs, the aroma of roasted venison and steamed vegetables filled my nostrils. I walked into the dining hall and sat on my chair, meanwhile, the Omegas served the food.

Then, I spotted the Ziva girl.

I don’t know what’s so disastrous about her that made me feel that pain. But I’m starting to despise her more than before.

Luckily, the sorceress will be here soon and I will be able to question her about the reason for the pain I felt last night.

Silently, Ziva walked down the stairs, and upon glancing at me, our gaze met each other. I averted my gaze to my plate and ate, not wanting to see her.

The sound of her footsteps approached me, and it paused.

Squeak!

I looked up and saw how she pulled out a chair. She settled on the chair, the chair next to me as a moment of silence hung between us.

To be honest, I wish I hadn’t saved her. If I had just left her, or maybe sent someone else to save her instead, I wouldn’t have been in pain.

The only reason why I decided to take her away from the Den myself was because the men there may not respect anyone I send. Just as I assumed, the bald man didn’t respect me, talkless of someone lower than me.

“About last night,” Ziva mumbled, her voice low and close to my ear. “I’m so sorry.”

I raised my eyes to meet hers, and saw her gaze fixed on her plate. Her head was lowered, as if she was respecting me.

That was odd!

I was not expecting her to apologize, especially when she has a bad attitude, like Lance said before I agreed to this marriage.

Or was she putting on an act? Her eyes seemed sincere, but it was hard to tell what she was really thinking. Was she truly sorry, or was this all a performance?

“I was starving, and I-” I heard Ziva speak, but I was so hungry that I only half-listened. I needed food more than words, and I was uninterested in whatever she spat.

I cut her off before she could finish her sentence.

“Have your lunch, we have a guest by dusk,” I replied, and shoveled another bite of food into my mouth. Dusk was approaching, and I could already smell the night air.

I should go to the pack’s training area before dusk arrives.

I pushed away from the dining table, the empty plate in front of me indicating the end of my meal.

Suddenly, Lance’s voice crackled through my mind, “I have the list of the doctors named Eugene in this pack,”

I paused mid-stride, my mind swirling with the possibility that Rose was definitely hiding something from me.

“Alright, meet me in my office,” I ordered, walking into my office hastily.

I leaned back in my chair, the leather creaking beneath me as I settled into the seat. My hands rested on the armrests, and I waited for Lance’s arrival.

Within a few minutes, the door barged open, and Lance walked in.

He bent his head low, and I spoke quickly, “The list,” since that was what I was interested in, not any greeting.

Lance placed a tablet on the table, as it turned on.

A list of names appeared immediately with pictures next to them. All the names had Eugene, and they were few.

Well, I and my pack members are stronger than normal werewolves, and healing is a quick thing here.

Having a pack doctor is also not a big deal, only a few are needed when the werewolves are extremely injured.

As I scrolled through the list of names and pictures, I realized that none of them were familiar to me. I’d never met any of these people before.

I looked up, asking Lance quickly, “Is any of them related to Rose?”

A look of disappointment crossed Lance’s face. Instantly, I knew what he would say.

“I apologize, Alpha. But after my search, none of them are related to Lady Rose,” Lance spoke just as I had expected him to.

Closing my eyes, I rested my elbow on the mahogany table as I massaged my temples, trying to calm myself.

I wasted my time, thinking about something that didn’t even exist. There was no “Dr. Eugene” in this pack who was related to Rose, my mate.Material © of NôvelDrama.Org.

Speaking about Rose, Rose was a beautiful lady. She was curvy, an inch shorter than me, and we were like two pieces of a puzzle that fit perfectly together.

I can still recall her sweet voice that urged me to stay with her. But I didn’t, I killed her, and almost ruined the pack.

“Is anything wrong? You look worried,” Lance voiced out, jolting me away from my thoughts.

“Nothing is wrong,” I replied firmly.

“Are you sure?” Lance questioned with a worried tone. Yes, he is a soft spot to lie on, and a good friend to depend on.

But as an Alpha, I shouldn’t let anyone be aware of my weaknesses or worries, like my father said.

“Don’t ever ask me such a question. I am fine, and will always be.” I replied coldly.

“Alright, but should I still search for the Doctor named-”

“No need, it’s a waste of time.”

“Or check Rose’s medical record?”

“You heard me!” I thundered, using my alpha aura. Then, Lance paused, he bowed his head, remaining silent.

“Just arrange the sorceress’s arrival,” I spoke in a commanding tone.

With that, Lance nodded briefly, his face grim. “Understood,” he said.