An Enemy Called Mate

ZIVA

After the Head Omega bowed, the male Omega’s jaw dropped. He gazed at me and his gaze instantly dropped to the floor.

I felt flattered by that behavior. The sight of being respected is so exciting! I love this view.

I let out a chuckle, waving my hand as a gesture to the two Omegas.

“Please don’t, that’s enough,” I uttered, and the two Omegas raised their heads.

“Do you need his help by any chance?” The Head Omega inquired, causing me to recall that I came here because I was starving.

“Yes! Yes!” I exclaimed, scratching my neck as I was a bit embarrassed. Commanding an Omega to get food for me at this time of the night might be too demanding. They may term me as a foodie, but anyway, my stomach won’t stop grumbling.

I glanced sideways, hoping that no one would be nearby. When I didn’t spot anyone, I faced the two Omegas and spoke in a low tone, more like a whisper.

“I need a light meal.”

Their mouth opened agape instantly, as they moved back, like they were taken aback by my request.

“I know I should not eat this late at night, but I’m starving…” I spoke, telling them my true feelings as I rubbed my flat belly.

It may sound dumb to them that their Alpha’s wife is a bit childish, but I just need food. It’s not too much to ask, right?

Instantly, the two Omegas bowed their heads.

“Am I not allowed to eat?” I asked, noticing the expression they had on their faces. Or did Alpha Xander order them to make me starve?

“No, no, My Lady.” The Head Omega stammered, then she continued. “It’s just that Omegas are not allowed to be in the kitchen or the dining hall at this time. So, we can’t help you with the meal.” She spoke, her tone sounding polite.

“Alright,” I sighed. I turned around to leave them, but inwardly, I was sad and tired. It is like jumping from frypan to fire. Tarr! This place seems worse than the Granelma Pack itself.

“But… My Lady,” I heard the Head Omega whisper. Suddenly, my ear rang and I turned around without hesitating as a smile formed on my face with the assumption that there was another option to not starving for the whole night.

“You can use the kitchen instead.” The Head Omega completed her statement, causing the smile on my face to drop.

This is not what I want!

“I can show you the way to the kitchen if you want,” The Head Omega voiced out, meanwhile, the male Omega who was next to her nodded at her suggestion.

Half is better than none. That is the best option.

“I will appreciate that,” I replied. The Head Omega moved away, and I followed her, with my legs moving quickly.

We reached the kitchen in no time. I was not amazed by the view because it was what I had expected since my bedroom alone was large. However, it was a spacious room with a clean floor and cabinets sparkling.

The Head Omega stood outside the kitchen, but she managed to show me the utensils and ingredients I could use to make a quick meal.

When the Head Omega had completed that, she left. Meanwhile, I decided to cook pasta because it was easier to cook.

I can still recall when my mother prepared it. Those sweet, happy moments play in my head, and I’m starting to worry about her.

I wonder if she was given food, and is still in that cold cell. To be precise, I should inform Alpha Darwin that I didn’t like the way she stayed in the cell. I’m working for him and the pack is united. She should be treated better.

Yes, I will do that.

Without thinking twice, I ran to my room to get my phone and speak to Alpha Darwin. Luckily, he mentioned that I could call or message him at any time, I can speak to him about my mother then.Copyright Nôv/el/Dra/ma.Org.

XANDER

Turning on the shower, water dripped down my body as I recalled what happened earlier. The Alpha was trying to mock me by questioning me about the Granelma Pack’s princess lifespan.

Thank Goodness that his Luna diverted his attention to someone else, if not, the ceremony would have been a bloody battlefield and I would have torn him apart.

I despise people when they remind me of my horrible past, most especially that little princess, the Granelma Pack’s princess. What is her name again?

“I have no idea. I think her name starts with the letter V,” my Wolf, Maz spoke, meanwhile, I turned off the shower. Lance mentioned her name before I agreed to this marriage. It should be…

“Viza… Her name is Viza,” I told my wolf. My wolf responded with a groan, making me recall how she bumped into me in the ballroom. She bumped into me twice. First, she bumped into my back, then the other time was my front. Her back rubbed my body, and it made me a bit…

Knock!

Knock!

“Come in,” I responded, knowing who was at the door after perceiving his scent. It was none other than Lance. I had blocked his mind link earlier, as a punishment for disobeying, but I guess it’s time to unblock it.

Unblocking the mind link, I walked out of the shower, dressed in a new set of clothes, meanwhile, Lance walked into my bedroom quietly.

“The warriors caught a rogue at the pack border. It was the same rogue who tried to attack your woman’s car when she arrived, but thankfully, another warrior intervened, so it was settled,” Lance explained as he stood with a composed posture and his head bending low as a sign of respect.

“I don’t care if a rogue tried to attack that Viza of a she-wolf. If she doesn’t die in my arms, then she can die in-”

Suddenly, a chuckle echoed quietly, interrupting my statement. I averted my gaze to the source of the chuckle, Lance’s side, then I noticed that Lance had his hand clasped over his mouth.

“Why were you laughing?” I questioned, shooting glares at him.

“I apologize, I didn’t mean to,” he replied softly, almost making me annoyed. That was the same thing he said earlier before I ordered him to leave my office.

“Why were you laughing?” I inquired again, while staring at him with a serious expression on my face. He looked up just like I expected, and upon seeing my face, he dropped to his knees, and bowed.

“Forgive me, Alpha. I tried my best to not laugh, but I couldn’t. Your wife’s name is Ziva, not Vizza or Viza… Or Vixa-”

“Stop it! Are you trying to mock me?” I asked, my anger fueling with every second.

“I wouldn’t dare.”

“Enough!” I thundered. “I don’t care about how or why the rogue tried to attack Viza-”

“It’s Ziva, Xander,” Maz corrected in my head.

“Don’t you dare try to correct me! Ziva is Ziva!” I yelled out.

“Now, that is correct,” Maz spoke, taunting me. He knew that when my anger got to its full limit, I would easily transform into him, so he did that deliberately.

I faced Lance. “Lance, I do not care about how or why the rogue tried to attack Ziva. Just let him rot in the cell for hopping into this pack,” I commanded, calming my nerves as I spoke.

“I will do as you commanded, Alpha,” Lance uttered, standing to his feet as he turned to leave.

“Also, prepare for the sorceress’s arrival. She will be here to welcome Vi-Ziva,” I uttered, waving my hand to dismiss him as I almost mentioned Viza again.