Mated To The Enemy (Previously TVKWP)

CHAPTER 3

NICKOLAS

I walk to my room, my footsteps leaving a trail of blood as it drips from my clothes. One of the witches in my army just teleported us back to my territory. My room is dimly lit, with moonlight slipping through the dark curtains, casting shadows across the walls. A king-sized bed, draped in luxurious grey linens and white pillows, sits in the center of the room. To the left of the bed, a large fireplace stands tall, with a comfortable armchair and ottoman sitting nearby.  A large desk sits in one corner, covered in papers, where I spend many long hours working to bring the vampire kingdom back to its glory. I take off my shirt, sighing, annoyed with how everything played out tonight.

"Fuck!" I roar, throwing my shirt to the floor. I can't believe that bastard Nathaniel got away after everything I fucking did to make sure I could kill him tonight and finally avenge my father. And to make matters worse, he was able to get away because of his daughter, who turned out to be my mate. My insides churn as I call her my mate.

After thousands of years of believing I was cursed to walk this earth alone, the universe decided to prove me wrong and fucking gave me the werewolf princess as a mate. What the fuck?

"We will get him next time," someone says as they enter my room.

"Who the fuck dares enter without knocking?" I retort, swiftly spinning around and thanking heavens I haven't taken off my vest. It's one of the reasons I even wear it underneath my shirts for situations like this. I can't fucking have people seeing what they aren't supposed to.

"That's no way to speak to your uncle, boy," Uncle Leo says, walking up to me.

"Hello, Uncle," I greet, discarding my pants and tossing them onto the same pile as my shirt.

"Today, your father would be standing here, proud," Uncle Leo asserts, his hand finding a place on my shoulder, squeezing in reassurance.

"But that bastard still breathes," I retort, the frustration evident in my voice.

"As I said, we will get him next time. You have his daughter. Once he recovers, he will definitely come for her. And then we will get him."

"Let's not forget his daughter is my ma..." I suck in a breath, my fists clenching as my tongue feels heavy, refusing to acknowledge her as my mate. She might be, but I will never accept her.

I'm not surprised he knows everything, even though we just returned. Ava, his mate and Queen of Witches, must've made it possible for him to watch what was happening while we were there. He would have been there if he had his way, but I couldn't risk it. I had already lost my father. I couldn't bear something happening to him, so I asked him to stay and guard the kingdom while I was away.

Uncle Leo remains silent, his gaze filled with pity as he looks at me.

"Not you too, stop," I growl, the memory of Eric's sad eyes upon hearing Amelia say 'mate' echoing in my mind.

"I can't help it," he responds, his voice softening. "You've been mateless for centuries, and then your mate ends up being a descendant of Jane. Her being Nathaniel's daughter isn't even as fucked up as that."

I sigh, running a hand stained with dried blood through my dark hair. "I need to shower," I say, tired of having this conversation.

"I will be home if you need me," he says, exiting my room.

"I'll be home if you need me," Uncle Leo states, exiting my room.

As I prepare to remove my vest, the door creaks open, causing me to pause. I expect to see Uncle Leo walking back in, but I see someone else.