An Enemy Called Mate

ZIVA

Just like I had decided to speak with Alpha Darwin, I went to my room to have my phone. As soon as I reached my phone, I checked the contact lists and surprisingly, there was only one phone number saved in the list.

The phone number was saved as Dad with a love emoji after the word. There was no doubt in my mind that it was Alpha Darwin’s number.

So, I hit the call button, my heart racing. The phone rang and rang, but no one picked up. I began to get exhausted. Just then, the smell of burnt food filled the air, making me wrinkle my nose.

The pasta! I had completely forgotten about it. I rushed back to the kitchen, fearing the worst.

() I didn’t turn off the cooker before entering my room. Hastily, I ran downstairs, with my heart pounding, only for my worst fears to be confirmed.

In the kitchen, I spotted the Omegas with some fire extinguishers. They were scrambling to put out the flames with fire extinguishers, but the damage was done.Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

The whole kitchen was ruined because of my pasta.

I could not even imagine the cost of the damages. It would be a lot of money to care for everything!!

“Ouch!” I yelled when I felt a sharp, burning pain in my hand.

I turned, realizing that someone grabbed me by the wrist. Their grip was so tight that it was almost unbearable. I let out a cry of pain, and the grip loosened just a bit.

I turned around to see whose hand gripped my hand that way, and through teary eyes, I saw the face of Alpha Xander. He looked furious, his brows furrowed and his eyes blazing. I felt my legs begin to shake, and I knew I was in for a scolding of eternity.

“I ruined his kitchen, I hope he spares me!!” I pleaded inwardly.

With a snarl, he dragged me to the front door and threw me out, his grip like steel. His muscular grip was no match with my tiny hand, so I could not wriggle my hand from his grip.

Thud!

My feet flew out from under me as I was tossed through the door. I landed hard on the ground, my knees and palms scraping painfully against the rough driveway.

As I looked down, I saw that my skin had broken open, blood trickling from the wounds. It hurt, but not as much as the way I felt with Alpha Xander’s cold, furious gaze glaring at me.

“Throw her into the Den, she is of no use!” Alpha Xander thundered, slamming the door instantly.

His words echoed in my mind, cutting deeper than any blade could. He didn’t even listen to my explanations, or maybe he didn’t care. I know I made a mistake, but at least I deserve to be forgiven. However, from the gaze I stole from his face, he had no hint of mercy or compassion in his blue eyes, only cold, hard judgment.

At that moment, two muscular hands gripped my hands, and I wriggled my hands to get out of their grip. Sadly, I couldn’t.

“Let me go!” I yelled, but the two guards holding my hands did not leave a response.

“Please, please, don’t take me to the Den!” I pleaded, with tears forming in my eyes as I recalled Alpha Xander’s order.

The two guards just kept dragging me along, their grips like iron. I twisted and turned, trying to free myself, but it was no use. I was helpless.

In Granelma Pack, we had a Den. It was a large space mainly for bad, big, scary werewolves. I heard that those werewolves are far more aggressive because they engage with hard drugs. Sigh… I didn’t want to be eaten by those hungry, aggressive werewolves that were locked up in a den.

The guards pushed me roughly into the back of a van. Afterward, I heard a metallic clink.

They locked the van from the outside!

A few minutes later, my body started moving as the van moved roughly.

My eyes gazed at everything in the van, hoping that I could see something that I could escape with. Then, my eyes landed on a mesh window, with a few small holes. It was my only hope.

I hurried over to the window and pressed my face against the mesh, peering through the holes. Outside, I could see trees and grasses, as well as the faint outline of a building in the distance.

Click!

Suddenly, I heard a click from outside the van. I turned my head and saw the tall gate sliding open. The van drove through, and I heard another click as the gate closed behind us.

My heart sank at that moment. I was trapped, and there was no way out, since I was moved out of Alpha Xander’s mansion.

I turned back to the mesh window, desperate for some clue as to what type of Den they were taking me. But all I could see was the blur of the tall trees rushing by.

My stomach grumbled, making me close my eyes as I hugged my knees. The pasta was still uncooked when I left the kitchen to take my phone. I was also foolish enough to not turn off the burner before I went to my room.

“I wonder what crime the girl committed that annoyed the Alpha to that extent. Moving her to the Den is a huge punishment.” I heard the guard speak, with a husky voice.

With his statement, chills ran down my spine and I gulped.

“Why do you care? The Alpha made his command and it’s our job to obey,” the other guard replied, and in the next minute, the first guard sighed, “I hope she survives.”

Hope? .

Suddenly, the van stopped moving. Without wasting time, I glanced through the mesh window to find out what stopped the van. Just then, I realized that the trees had been replaced with a wall.

Where am I?!

Thud!

I heard. I turned to the source of the sound, the back of the van, with my eyes wide open, and my ears being attentive. I had to be careful, just in case the guards had been attacked and I needed to protect myself.