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

　　It's when I'm walking home with Elijah, Wesley, William, and Finn that my nostrils flare, and my brain kicks into overdrive. Riley's blood is on my knuckles, and here is the weird part: Riley herself carries the smell of a Winterbite werewolf, but her blood has a scent similar to roses.


　　I freeze, and when Elijah turns around, my lips part. "Elijah, can you answer a question for me?"


　　His irises dilate with interest. "Shoot."


　　I wet my lips. "Before Dior recruited you as part of the Winterbite pack, you were with the vampires, right?"


　　He nods. "I left as soon as June killed the vampire king and took over our grounds with the help of the Summerburst pack."


　　I nod. "And here is my last question: do you know if hybrids are born as vampires or werewolves?"


Chapter 57