An Enemy Called Mate

XANDER

“Is everything okay?” the driver asked, glancing at Ziva in the rear-view mirror.

“Just keep driving,” I said firmly, and the driver obeyed, turning his attention back to the road.

I leaned over and pressed the button that rolled down the passenger window, hoping that some fresh air would help Ziva feel better. Wind gushed into the car, and a sigh of relief let out from Ziva’s lips just as I expected.

“Much better…” she uttered softly, her eyes closed and her head resting against the headrest.

Then, I could analyze her properly. Her dress was unbuttoned, almost exposing her skin, so I told her.

“Button up your dress,” I spoke, keeping my eyes fixed on the trees outside the window.

“Done!” I heard her chuckle. I turned, facing her only to spot more buttons on her dress that were undone. With that, she chuckled like a baby.

“Suit yourself,” I replied, narrowing my eyes.

Before my gaze could reach the window, my gaze fell on the driver who kept turning around.

As soon as his gaze made contact with Ziva’s body again, I snarled, my anger almost snapping out of me.

“Didn’t I tell you to not turn around?!”

He disobeyed me and was gazing at drunk Ziva’s childish attitude or maybe her exposed skin. The driver faced the road immediately I yelled at him.

Good! I faced Ziva, watching how she wasn’t bothered about her unbuttoned dress.

Even her cleavages will be exposed at this point. So, I reached out to help her button up, and I carefully fastened each button.

After I completed that, I was about to move away from her. Then, she slumped against me with her head resting on my shoulder.

Her warm breath fanned my neck, and her brown hair brushed against my cheek. Meanwhile, my mind rambled about the thought of her being unconscious since she fell to my side.

Does that mean that I will have to carry her in my arms again when we reach the mansion?

Ugh… I hate the way I’m treating her nicely. My mother was not treated this way!

Suddenly, the car screeched to a stop. I stepped out of it and carried Ziva in my arms. Surprisingly, while carrying her, her hands moved as they stayed around my neck while I walked.

Isn’t she unconscious?

I took a peek at her face, and OMG!! She had a smug smile on her face!

What is this? Was she trying to make me carry her?

Thank goodness, I haven’t reached her room. I paused and considered lowering her to the floor.

But there were so many Omegas around, and if they spotted me doing that, it might cause a rumor, which could attract Alpha Darwin’s attention.

So, I decided to not drop her. Instead, I took her to her room, where bright lights were shining.

As soon as I entered her room, I turned off the bright lights. To be honest, I despise bright lights at night because it reminded me of my past.

Turning off the bright light, I turned on the night lamps and dropped Ziva softly on the bed.

I heard her mutter a word, but I could not hear what she said. As she lay on the bed, her legs rested on it, but her hands remained locked around my neck.

Suddenly, her hands, which were still wrapped around my neck, tugged me closer, causing our faces to just be a few inches away. For the first time since I met her, I noticed her hazel eyes, which revealed shades of brown and gold.

They were beautiful, but the brown shades reminded me of blood.

I raised my hand, trying to move her hands away from my neck, either gently or roughly, I didn’t care. But, they didn’t move. They clung stubbornly to me like they were glued. Then, I heard a soft chuckle from her.

I turned to her, shooting an intense glare at her. “Let go of me now!”

“I don’t want to,” she replied, chuckling again.

Slowly, I noticed that her fingers loosened. Seizing the opportunity, I pushed her hands away and moved away from the bed.

However, with each step I took, I felt a strange pull, like my clothes were stuck, resisting me from moving forward.

Puzzled, I turned around, only to find Ziva firmly holding my cloth.

“Thank you…” she mumbled softly, as her hazel eyes sparkled with a soft gaze. A gaze that could melt anyone’s heart.

I blinked, refusing to be caught up with her gaze. I interrupted her with a cold tone. “I saved you for my gain, don’t bother thanking me.”

With that, the soft gaze in her eyes was replaced with a disheartened gaze. Afterward, I strode towards her and released my cloth from her grip.

Striding freely, I walked out of her room and slammed the door, the loud bang echoing throughout the mansion.

At that moment, I could hear my heart racing. It raced like crazy, and it hurt a lot!Please check at N/ôvel(D)rama.Org.

My hands itched to touch my chest and try to stop the pain, but I couldn’t. The Omegas were around, and showing a sign of pain would make me seem weak. I don’t want that.

I strode into my room hastily, locking the door behind me. As soon as I realized that the room was empty, I sank into the plush sofa, clenching my chest which caused a lot of pain.

The pain felt just like the one I had on that bloody day. My wolf growled at a sudden shot of pain, and I’m certain that I blurted a growl out. Instantly, my wolf, Maz went mute. No words, sounds, or groans of pain.

“Don’t leave again,” I whimpered to my wolf, hoping that it could hear me out. But there was no response. Instead, I heard cries… the cries of my pack members who were in agony.

They were loud, and it made the pain more intense. At this rate, it’s impossible for me to hold onto this.

I rushed toward my drawer, my right hand clenching my chest. I reached for the knob as soon as I neared the drawer.