An Enemy Called Mate

ZIVA

Running his hand through his hair, Alpha Xander asked, “Were you eavesdropping?”

I moved away from my position and stood on my feet. Then, I turned to him.

“You weren’t even talking.”

“Go away then,” he spoke, making me more curious. Why didn’t he turn on the lamp when he was in the room?

“Can I come inside?”

He narrowed his eyes, speaking firmly, “Go away, I need some space. Distance will do.”

Hey, that was my statement! Why is he copying me?

“I said you should go,” he voiced out.

Respecting his order, I turned around to walk away. But over my shoulders, something caught my eye… A bottle.

I turned back quickly. Surprisingly, I caught a bottle of alcohol on the table in the room… Two bottles, three, four, five… I can’t count!

Alpha Xander moved his tall figure to the side, obstructing my view and calculation.

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“How many times do I need to tell you to leave? Do I need to force you?” he questioned, his voice slurring a bit.

Oh yeah! He is drunk! No wonder.

I rushed past him, pushing myself into the room.

Upon entering the room, I scanned it. It was beautiful, with a king-sized bed, but the bottles of alcohol that were on the table made me feel concerned.

His cologne surrounded me, and I felt his body behind me. His hands encircled my waist, and his breath was fanning my body, with his neck crooked on my shoulder.

I felt sudden heat wash over me, and I voiced out, “Umm… It’s me, Ziva.”

I intended to make him move away or shove him off, but he didn’t. Instead, he replied sweetly.

“Yes, Coniglio. I know your name.”

“No, no. It’s not about knowing my name. You are too close,” I explained quickly. He moved away obediently.

I expected him to completely move away and usher me out of his room. So, I turned, intending to leave.

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However, he didn’t do what I was expecting. Alpha Xander stood tall before me. He placed his hands at my sides, on the table, trapping me again.

“You must be a very good fan of trapping someone.” I faked a chuckle, hoping that he would move. He was drunk anyway. He should be sweet and obedient.

He leaned forward, whispering, “This is what I do to my prey. You are one of them, Ziva.”

Huh? I realized that his eyes had transformed to pitch black. His wolf might be trying to control him.

“Snap out of it,” I muttered, snapping my fingers like it would bring Alpha Xander back, just like those magic shows that played when I was very young.

A smirk ran down his lips, and he spoke, his voice not slurring one bit. “I knew you would get caught in this web because of your fake naivety. I’m happy you did.”

My palms became sweaty, and I moved back. My legs hit the wooden table, and he was right. Foolishly, I walked right into his wolf’s trap.

Leaning closer, his nose brushed against my hair, and he took a deep breath.

His eyes closed, and I wondered if he was unconscious. I didn’t even care. All I wanted at that moment was to leave. So, I took my chance!

Almost pushing him off, his eyes flashed back to its normal blue color.

“How do you do it?” He asked, his voice slurring.

“I use shampoo! Anji’s recommended hair shampoo,” I replied quickly.

He rolled his eyes. “That was not what I was referring to.”

He moved away, and continued, “How do you make people easily get attached to you? How do you look pretty, annoying, and cute altogether?”

Garr!

A boom of thunder echoes through the room, and I could hear the rain splattering on the floor outside.

“I behave as myself, and let myself free,” I said.

“Then how do you make me feel like-”

“You are drunk! Get some sleep,” I interrupted, striding towards the door.

“Yes, I’m drunk. I’m spitting nonsense, and your hair smells nice. You have a delicious lavender scent. You always look gorgeous.”

My eyes widened at what he said. Does he always see me like that? Or is he spitting out nonsense just like he mentioned?

“Don’t drink too much, and rest,” I replied, and I heard him scoff.

“Like you care about me?”

“I do, everyone does. You are the one pushing everyone off.” My words hung in the air, and a deafening silence followed. Alpha Xander didn’t reply.

I turned around, and my gaze landed on his figure that sprawled across the king-sized bed.

His arms and legs were splayed out, and his face half-covered by his messy hair.

Also, a blanket lay crumpled at the foot of the bed, so I picked it up and draped it over him to cover his body.

Upon leaving his room, I returned to my room, sinking into my bed. Outside, rain continued to pour down, and just then, a soft voice echoed, “Save me.”

I looked away from the blankets, with my brows furrowed in confusion. I was the only one in the room, so who spoke? I turned, and the voice echoed again, “Save me, Ziva.”

I glanced sideways, hoping to see someone. I mean why was I hearing voices? The same voice echoed again. I could not bear the thought of going crazy inwardly.

I rose to my feet, yelling. “Show yourself!”

Then, I didn’t hear the voice anymore. I blinked, and when I opened my eyes, I was back in bed.

How did I get here? I was on my feet two seconds ago. Was that a dream?

Goodness, it felt so real.

I stood up and walked toward the nightstand, where my phone sat. I needed to check the time because it felt like I had been asleep for a long time. To my surprise, it was past midnight, and something attracted my attention.

My phone screen had my reflection on it, but I did not see my face. Rather, it was a silver-furred wolf that appeared on my phone screen.

“Ah!” I screamed, dropping the phone out of shock as I jumped on my bed. My heart raced, but I wanted to know if what I saw earlier was real.

Carefully, I got down from the bed and took my phone. I gently carried it and turned it on, causing the screen to light up. But my reflection was not me, it was still a silver-furred wolf!