An Enemy Called Mate

XANDER

The taste of the whiskey was bitter and the alcohol in it gave a warm and tingling sensation on my tongue. As I sipped the whiskey, the anger seemed to leave my body. Peace enveloped me as I sipped, causing me to focus on the present moment.

I heard the sound of the heavy wooden door opening, the hinges creaking as the door slowly swung open. My ears perked up, and I turned to see who had entered the bar.

Lance walked in, his eyes blinking rapidly as they adjusted to the dim light of the bar. I watched him survey the room, his gaze finally coming to rest on me. He approached the bar stool and sat down opposite me as his chair scraped against the wooden floor.

“Rough day?” he asked.

I glanced up, ensuring that my expression was cold, just as the way I felt to his question.

“Mind your business,” I replied quickly, not caring if my tone was harsh.

Lance placed his hands on the counter and cleared his throat. “Beer,” he ordered. The Omega nods and sets about bringing the beer.

Then, a thought popped up in my mind, and I blurted it out instantly. “Aren’t you supposed to be working?” I asked, creasing my brows at Lance.

“I can’t work now. It’s my resting hours,” Lance replied, and I let out a scoff.

“As the Beta of this pack-”

“As the Beta, I came here to speak with you,” Lance interrupted, his tone sounding quick. The Omega placed a beer on the counter, and Lance waved his hand. Nodding his head as a sign of obedience, the Omega walked out of the bar.

“What do you want to say?” I replied, my fingers still wrapped around the tumbler. I poured more amount of whiskey into the tumbler and a worried tone echoed.

“Alpha, you are the same person who mentioned that Lady Ziva was your tool. Don’t you think that throwing her out-”

I slammed the tumbler down, “Throwing her out was the right decision. I am the Alpha and my decision is always right.”All text © NôvelD(r)a'ma.Org.

“Yes, it is…”

“Good, you realized,” I uttered, almost grabbing the tumbler again.

“But not in this angry state,” Lance replied, letting out a long sigh. I turned to him with my brows furrowed as my hands clenched into fists.

Lance continued, “I don’t mean to sound rude. But if Alpha Darwin finds out about his daughter, it will cause chaos. You know the consequence of him bringing up a war, Alpha.”

I paused, my clenched fists loosening. In the past, I made a wrong decision while I was angry, and it cost a lot of my pack member’s lives. Now, I’ve made the wrong decision again.

Throwing the Darwin’s daughter out of my mansion is not a wise decision, especially when our packs got united a few hours ago.

“The Darwin’s daughter can stay in the Den till the next morning,” I spoke, rising to my feet. Lance bowed his head, while I headed towards the wooden door, intending to leave the bar.

“I hope she survives till the next morning,” I heard Lance mutter, and my eyes widened in fear.

The Den was a dangerous place that was built by a bald, rich man. I granted him the opportunity to stay there and have other werewolves with him. But with that little Ziva girl, I don’t think she can survive.

Hastily, I rushed out of the bar, with my thoughts racing with different imaginations. First, the imagination of entering the Den, only to find the Ziva’s dead body or maybe her cut-off leg or hand.

Stepping into my car, I ordered my driver to accelerate to the Den. In no time, the car reached there. I stepped out, and inquired for Blaise who may have seen little Ziva around.

Luckily, he saw her and directed me to the bald, fat man’s room. As soon as I entered the room, I pushed the fat man away because of the disrespect he had given me. He didn’t bow like the others and I suspected that he might be growing wings.

Also, I didn’t forget to kick his fat tummy, before I went to little Ziva who laid on the bed lifelessly. So, I had to carry her in my arms.

Then, I placed her inside my car, and stepped inside before the driver sped off.

Looking through the window, I noticed that the trees became blurred as the car rushed past it. I recalled how I rushed into the Den. The memory was still vivid, and I could not get it off my mind that that fat fool tried to touch little Ziva inappropriately.

She must have been drugged since she laid still on the bed like a statue while the fool was messing around.

I heard her utter, “Hm,” as I felt a tight touch around my hand. I looked in the direction of the touch and spotted the little Ziva. She had her arms around my hand as she clung to it.

Also, she had a wide smile on her face as she touched me, even though she was barely awake.

As soon I spotted her arms in close contact with my body, I pulled my hand away from her grip.

I felt uncomfortable around her, and I didn’t want to see her face.

“Hm, please turn on the air conditioner, it’s so hot in here,” Ziva moaned, fanning herself as she leaned in the seat.

“The air conditioning is turned up as high as it can go, ma’am,” the driver replied, and I didn’t bother to interfere.

She was the one who burnt the kitchen and she deserved to be in that Den. Even if she was uncomfortable with the air conditioner, I wouldn’t allow the driver to change its state.

Then, I watched how she squirmed in discomfort like a jelly fish.

“Ugh, then why is it so hot?” I heard her mutter in a slurred, drowsy voice.