Mated To My Enemy: From Enemies to Lovers

By Zumpty FD

"May I be granted the privilege of knowing your name, my Lord? I am a fast learner, I promise."
My words faded into a whisper when I felt the bulge underneath his pelt and my breath hitched in awareness. His arms banded around my waist at once and our hips met, his organ pushing at me from underneath. His touch felt familiar and I had to know for sure.
"Why do you wish to know my name, Miatta?"
"I want to be able to cry out the right name when you give me what we both want."
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With no other alternative left to her parents, Miatta, the Princess of the Black Fur Pack is given away to a rival Lycan Pack as a gift to end the ongoing lupine war between them. She loses her honour, and her title and is made a slave in the household of the demonic wolves, the Red Bone Pack. Desperate to find a way out of captivity, Miatta finds a friend and a mate in the most unexpected places.
Lucas, the Potential Alpha of the Red Bone Pack disagrees with his tyrant father's methods of ruling but to prevent falling out of his favour, lives under his rules reluctantly. He saves a sharp-tongued Werewolf Princess from execution and soon meets an interesting challenge in her.
Miatta is stubborn and Lucas is determined but when the two are paired by the matchmaking Moon Goddess, it is up to them to discover their paths together, not as Lord and slave but as equal mates.

• Language: English
• Publisher: supernovel
• Release date: Sep 15, 2023

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Chapter 1 The Battle

Miatta

I could still remember that day, the day I had lost my freedom. It was like any other day and I had woken up just like any other time. I had sat at my mother's feet, her hands roaming in my silky dark hair. We didn't have much to do being members of the royal household of the Black Fur Pack.

My father, Alpha Vince was far away from home with his army on the field of battle. Our numbers ranked in mere hundreds when they left because of the constant attacks on our pack by the neighbouring enemy pack, the Red Bone Pack but each man was trained to tackle his fellow warrior. My brothers had gone with him too, leaving the security of the rest of the pack to a handful of foot soldiers.

Mother, when do you think they will return? I have a bad feeling about this, I had confided in my mother, inhaling the woody scent of her hide skirt. She was a proud Luna but of late, she had been having sleepless nights.

My mother was no ordinary wolf: she was a seer and she only revealed her visions to my father out of earshot. She flattened her palm on her temple, looking forward in an eerie manner.

Your father is fine, my dear and so are your brothers. As for the fate of our pack, we can only put our hope in the Moon Goddess. Military might has no say in this war.

She always spoke with a philosophical but annoying vocabulary and I barely understand half of what she said. Mostly, I assumed she was speaking to herself, not willing for any of us to understand.

Tell me, mother, will we win this war? I beckoned to her, looking up into her compelling grey eyes. It was almost as if she was blind, her pupils capable of remaining in one position for a long time.

It is not for me to reveal, dearest; time will tell.

That was not the answer I sought and she knew this so she wasn't surprised when I pushed to my feet, leaving the grass floor. I wasn't weak or defenceless. My father had trained me alongside my brothers, preparing us all for the fight of our lives but at the last minute, my mother had prevailed upon him to let me remain within the safety of the pack. As usual, he listened to her advice and left me in her care. They had been gone for days and no one had returned to give us news of the ongoing lupine war.

The Red Bone Pack were not normal wolves; they were lycans, a special breed created by dark magic. The witches of East Coven had made the first one, a mindless beast whose sole purpose was to protect them from their enemies.

When the beast had gone rogue, he had attacked a wolf pack and had been captured, its blood extracted to be experimented on. Their Alpha had tested its blood on several wolves, creating a new breed of demonic wolves.

Although they looked like wolves, their transformation was incomplete, cursed creatures as they were. They stood like men, on two feet, their bodies covered in fur and their claws longer than normal.

They wiped out the rest of the pack and overpopulated the village. Now they were my father's biggest problem seeing that they insisted on increasing their territory.

When night fell and most of us had gone to bed, they attacked. They ambushed us, slaughtering both women and children. A large number of men had joined the army and the ones left had been taken by surprise.

I had tried my best to hold the fort, killing as much as I could. I was skilled with the bow and arrow and though my mother regretted my military inclination, it had come in handy. I heard the screams of my people being torn from limb to limb and I was helpless, unable to save them all.

Remembering my mother, I ran back to the Hall of Alphas, hoping to protect her. Pushing aside the flap that served as her door, I ran in only to find an empty room. My mother was gone.

Shouting a battle cry at the top of my lungs, I charged out of the room, wielding my bow in the air. I saw red and was ready to maim anything and anyone in my way when I heard my mother call my name from behind me.

Her calm voice sent a chill down my spine and I spun on the ball of my heels. My mother was held captive by two huge lycans, another swinging a big blade in one hand. She looked peaceful and unperturbed despite their rough treatment of her.

Miatta. Is that her name? How sweet, the one in front mocked, probably their leader. He wasn't their Alpha, however. I had heard stories about the ruthless lycan and the man before me couldn't be him.

That meant my father and his army had been lured out of their pack to a slaughtering ground. The rest of us were merely collateral damage.

Let her go or you will be sorry! I warned, hiding my apprehension behind a loud voice.

They burst into laughter instead and one pushed my mother to her knees, keeping her there with a big hand on her shoulder. She made no complaint, as silent as death. I was so angry with her.

If she could foresee the future, why didn't she warn my father not to leave? Why did she let our people get ambushed? Many questions filled my mind while I sought a way to free her.

Surrender your weapons, princess or we will hack her to pieces. You don't have to believe me but I'll do it, their spokesman threatened and the two goons howled in solidarity.

I tried to meet my mother's eyes but she seemed to be looking elsewhere, her thoughts probably separated from her body. I just needed a word from her, a word of reassurance and I would take on the bastards.

Do as you are told, dearest. Stand down, she whispered in my head instead, her lips unmoving. I was not shocked at her unwillingness to fight back- her gentility was legendary- but she couldn't ask me not to do anything.

Mother! I called, pretending not to have heard her instructions.

Stand down, Miatta! she shrieked this time around and my bow fell to the ground on its own accord. She was not one to raise her voice and on the few occasions that she had, her powers usually manifested in some way.

Good. Now go get her, boys.

Two more lycans appeared from behind me, binding my arms behind me. I was tossed onto the lap of my mother who immediately received me into her bosom. She was warm and smelt of the forest, the pine cones and the blueberries she loved to eat.

She was not as agitated as I was and I tried not to be afraid. I was safe with her and I knew it. The rest of their ambush team assembled with the wolves of our pack left held as hostages.

Any message from the Alpha yet? a lycan asked, impatient to be gone. Their leader quirked his long ears and listened, waiting for something neither of us could hear.

The Alpha is on his way and with him are his captives. We are victorious! he growled, shaking his fist in the air. Members of his pack howled in succession, waving their weapons in the air, their battle cries filling the atmosphere.

My father was alive and well but he had lost the war. Black Fur Pack had fallen.

Chapter 2 Sacrificial Lamb

Miatta

Wake up, little one, my mother beckoned, her sweet voice bringing me to awareness. Immediately, I opened my eyes and saw her smiling down at me. Was it all a dream, I wondered. She shook her head in the negative, reading my thoughts. We had lost the war after all. However, we were in my bedroom and there was no sign of the lycanthrope anywhere.

We have to hurry, dear, my mother said, tossing my clothes into a bag. Delay is dangerous. I was confused and wanted some answers but my head felt like it was filled with wool.

What's going on, Mother? Why the haste? Are Father and my brothers safe?

They are, she answered, ignoring my other questions but I had not noticed at the time. I was overjoyed that the other half of my family had returned safe and sound. I had feared for the worse. She worked in silence, picking up things from my room and shoving them into a hide bag. Was I going somewhere?

Suddenly, the flap in front of my room moved aside and my father walked in, accompanied by a lycan. I withdrew instinctively, wondering what was going on. My mother stopped her packing and left the room silently, dropping my bag at my feet. Just outside stood my two brothers heavily guarded by more lycans.

Father, welcome, I greeted, rising to my feet and bowing my head slightly in obeisance as was required of me. He kissed me on the forehead, a tight smile on his lips.

May I have a word with my daughter? he directed his question to the lycan who had come in with him. The monster nodded once and gave us some privacy but he stood within earshot. My brothers joined us, entering my room with grim looks on their faces.

Sit, Father gestured towards a tree trunk that served as a seat. I reluctantly obeyed, noting that none of them sat down also. They hovered over me in awkward silence.

Daughter, he began, walking around me solemnly. do you know that you can put an end to this war, that you can put an end to our people's suffering?

Me? That was my first thought when he brought up the topic. How could I save my people, little as I was? However, if there was such a way, I was ready to do whatever it took.

How do you mean, Father? Tell me what I have to do and I will do it immediately, I assured him valiantly, unaware of my fate. He exchanged odd looks with my brothers and came to stand before me.

Then it is settled then. You are to be given away to the Red Bone Pack as an alliance gift. The arrangements have been made and...

What?! You cannot be serious, Father! I interrupted him loudly, forgetting my place. Rising to my feet, my wolf was enraged by the injustice done against me. She rose to her haunches also, roaming restlessly. I was to be given away to the lycanthrope against my own will?

Silence, sister, before you say something you will regret! Franco, my oldest brother warned, growling in his throat. I couldn't believe they were going to stand by and watch my father send me into the arms of those monsters. I stared into their eyes, gauging their reactions but their minds had long been made up. They were on my father's side.

Do not silence me, brother! What have I done? Why me? Why did you decide to dictate my destiny, Father? Don't I have the right to choose anymore?

Tears threatened to break through the boundary of my lashes and I held them off with all my might. Only cowards and wimps cried to get sympathy. I didn't want their sympathy; I wanted due justice.

Sister, my other brother, Valerian beckoned gently. He was a lot like my mother in character, soft-spoken and in love with nature. He took my hand and hugged me tightly. In my ears, he spoke softly:

This is not Father's will and you know that. He loosened his arms from around me and smiled. You can end this war, sister. The Alpha of the lycanthrope has promised to withdraw his forces and leave us alone if we give you to him. It hurts us dearly, sister, but it is out of our hands now. You will be honoured for your bravery for ages to come and generations will tell your story.

My wolf mellowed, listening to his calm words. It was up to me in the end. If I refused to go with the lycanthrope, they would wipe out the rest of our pack and if I agreed, I might never see my family again. I weighed the pros and cons in my head, pacing my room. They stood aside, waiting for me to make up my mind.

Can I visit home occasionally? I asked but sadly, I already knew my answer. There was no way the Lycan Alpha would let me return home ever. I would belong to him, both soul and body forever till I faded away in death.

The tears I had been fighting back broke out freely, staining my cheeks shamefully. I would miss the love of my parents, my brothers and the safety of the pack but had no choice; my destiny had been decided long before time.

Take me to him. I will do what I must to bring peace to our pack. I accept my fate, I stated with a distant voice that wasn't mine. My mother came in at that time, tears clouding her eyes. She hugged me warmly and kissed me on both cheeks.

I'm sorry, dearest. I tried everything to change it- your destiny- but it isn't in my power. It is the Moon Goddess that decides and it is for us to follow her will blindly. I can only pray that you find your way in this life. Remember, my girl, to be as cunning as a serpent and wise as a dove. You are being sent to them for a reason, my girl. Find that and your path will become clear.

She kissed me again on the forehead this time and stepped aside to allow my father to come forward. He led me outside to the courtyard where a mountain of a man stood in his majesty. His back was covered with scars and ugly wounds and his skin looked as tough as leather.

When he turned toward me, I almost fainted with fear. Dark fur stained with blood trailed down his chest and his shoulders were as thick as tree trunks. He lowered his bloodshot eyes at me and snorted like the animal that he was.

We depart immediately! he commanded in a deep growl and his army fell behind him. I was shackled both hands and feet and pushed along behind the warriors. I sucked up my tears and fell in line as well. My glance behind me was the last I saw of my pack.

Chapter 3 The Lycan King

Miatta

The route to the Red Bone Pack was rough and full of itchy grass. I was dragged on mercilessly and was not allowed a moment of rest. I was supposed to be an alliance 'gift' but the way I was being treated made me rethink what I had agreed to. I tried to act brave for as long as I could pull it off but soon, I grew tired and slumped to the floor helplessly.

Get up, bitch! The man I was beginning to think was the Alpha's Beta bellowed at me harshly. Whether he was referring to my gender as a female wolf or merely calling me names, I could not decipher because all my brain cells were exhausted from carrying me on so far. I cared less about what they called me and more about my condition.

I can't. I'm exhausted and I am also very thirsty, I weakly replied, tasting the dust of the earth. Salt bugs flew around my face, attracted by the salinity in my sweat. I was too weak to swat at them and so I laid down, unwilling to get up. The man marched up to me and to my surprise, burst into a peal of mocking laughter.

Did you hear her, men? She is very thirsty. I think we should give her some water, isn't it? His sarcasm dripped off every word he uttered. They cheered loudly like cavemen, clamouring for some action. He left my side briefly and returned with a small bowl filled with liquid.

Take; drink, he directed, shoving the bowl under my view. He withdrew at once, grinning widely. The liquid was a bit milky with some dirt at the bottom. When I shook it slightly, the chalky particles rose to the surface and a funky smell filled the air.

It wasn't water I had been given.

Alarmed, I spilt the contents of the bowl and its wasted droplets went in different directions. The entire troop of lycans sniggered wildly, some hooting and howling in intervals.

Why, princess, don't you like the taste of lycan urine? Quite judgmental, if you ask me, he jested, picking up the wooden bowl. He passed it to a foot soldier and seizing me by my tresses, pulled me to my feet.

I felt the ache from my head down to the tip of my toes. I was the maleficiary of their mockery and I had nowhere to hide from the shame.

Next time you want water, princess, you just let me know, he sneered and pushed me onward. The keeper of my chains tugged me along and the journey continued. I kept my mouth shut this time, keeping my thoughts to myself and suffering in silence.

We walked up hills and tramped through valleys, never stopping, never resting even for once. The Lycan Alpha was at the head of the queue, his minions following after him obediently.

There was no one else like me, no other hostages apart from me and I was partially thankful for that. I had paid the price for my pack's freedom and I wanted no one else to share in my forced martyrdom.

When it seemed like I would finally collapse and die, I saw a trail of smoke rising from a point in the distance. I zeroed in on my hearing abilities and I could hear people laughing, women, to be precise. It could only mean one significant