'The Enemy Mate' BL Short Story

Chapter 3

Accalia Luo

Black short hair only up to her shoulder

Brown eyes

Alpha

25

5'10

Wolf - Brown, with black streaks

Mate - unknown

Traits - Confident, Independent, skillful, social

Hobbies - training with Ansel, baking, painting.

Parents - Tara Luo and Aki Luo.

Siblings - Twin younger brother, Ansel and younger brother, Hunter.

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"Assign them to their stations." Irvin ordered Dasha. Dasha took a glance at the two siblings. Her hatred was still there, but she knew how strong a mate bond is. However, if this was her brother, the alpha's decision, she had no choice but to obey. She ordered the servants to grab the siblings. When one of the servants harshly grabbed Ansel's triceps causing him to let out a whimper of pain. The room immediately got chilly. The servant flinched but didn't dare to turn.

Dasha mentally sighed, and told the servant to be more gentle. The servant obeyed, glad that his head was still attached. They all hastily left the room, followed by Dasha.

"Lead the boy to the west garden to sweep all the leaves, get two other people to help him." She ordered the servant that held Ansel. The servant nodded. "Let's go." He ordered, pulling Ansel towards the garden. She returned her attention back to Accalia, she observed her body. "Why haven't you healed yet?" She asked.

Accalia let out a mocking laugh, "If you were almost killed, then thrown into a dungeon, without any water or food. Of course, you would grow weak." The servant shook her, "You! Apologize to the lady! Right now!"

Dasha didn't say anything back, but watched silently for a moment. "Get her wounds treated. We won't be able to use her if she doesn't start healing." She ordered, as she walked away. Accalia was taken back for a little. However, she didn't feel grateful. She was only in this position because of her and her clan.

"Here!" The man shoved Ansel, causing him to fall, and threw a broom. "The lady expects all these to be clean by tonight. I won't call more people for you. Do this by yourself!" Ansel knew what he said was the opposite of what the woman from before had told him to do. He stood up, picking the broom. He gave him a mocking laugh. The man slowly lost his patience, "What the hell are you laughing for?"

"Oh no. Nothing. Just didn't expect a dog to disobey their master." Ansel remarked, not breaking his eye contact with the man. The man was taken back, until he raised his hand and threw a punch at Ansel. Ansel expected it, and immediately dodge it. However, he was still weak, and hadn't had a proper meal in two days. When the man raised his legs to kick in the guts, he didn't have the fast reflex like he normally did to avoid it. So, he took the kick. He fell to the ground, clutching his stomach and coughed.

The man however did not have enough yet. He raised his fist again, to hit him again. He threw another painful and hard punch to Ansel's face. Ansel at this point was bleeding from his mouth. He spit out the blood. The man threw another punch, knocking him to the ground. The ugly smirk on his face was satisfied at last.

"Talk to me like that again. And it won't be just a few punches next time." The man spat next to him, and walked away proudly. Ansel glared at his back. His wounds were healing slowlier than two days ago. He picked up the broom, and started to sweep.

Irvin who had been watching from afar was now enraged. Elias, who had been watching along with him, felt the chill. His hair stood, when Irvin spoke. "Get that man and bring him here." Elias immediately went to work, afraid for the man. Well, he's gone. If he's lucky, his death will be swift. But considering the amount of punches. Seems like he's... Elias shuddered at the thought. Better quickly get him. The longer Irvin was to wait, the angrier he will become.