Since battling over a spade in kindergarten, Dior and Patricia have been life sworn enemies. Despite Dior being the future alpha, Patricia never respected or feared him. She was always a daring omega, not afraid of stating her opinion. 

With age, the venom runs thicker in their veins. While Dior becomes popular and sought-after, Patricia finds herself bullied by the entire pack.

Sick of the treatment she receives, Patricia decides to go rogue, only for fate to laugh her in the face—it turns out the alpha she left is her mate.

Dear Enemy, You’re My Mate

　　My heart broke and shattered into a thousand pieces when I saw my mate chosen by the moon goddess during today's run. I had never expected to meet them, and now I'm sitting by the breakfast table, pretending that red-haired woman wasn't my mate.


　　The sun is shimmering in through the windows, making me squint as images of that freckled face enter my mind, eating me alive. My mate was so beautiful, small and innocent, but with this attractive fierceness to her eyes, telling me, she wasn't a coward.


　　June wouldn't let me remember my mate if she knew I was thinking about her. She is in love with my body, using it every night to get off, and she is probably hoping I will someday love her.


　　It will never happen. I'm a lifeless doll inside of this mansion, praying every day that someone will save me.


　　I'm so pathetic, but I can't flee from this hell.


Chapter 13