An Enemy Called Mate

ZIVA

With the bald man’s statement, my eyes widened as fear gripped me. Did I gulp that black liquid?

“Now, look at that. You drank it in a go,” the man spoke in a mocking manner, confirming my doubts. He forced the drink into my mouth, while I was gasping for breath, and I foolishly gulped it.

My heart raced.

He mentioned that he mixed something into the drink. Gosh! It is not just an ordinary drink, or alcohol then.

I took a step away from the man, and my legs wobbled, like they were exhausted.

That is strange.

My legs never feel wobbly even after I worked tirelessly back then.

“No worries, I will help you,” I heard the man utter. I raised my gaze to look at his ugly face, but when I did, his face doubled… Or maybe tripled or quadrupled. I’m confused!!!

The bald man’s hand hit my shoulder and I fell backward like a pillow. But I fell on something soft, something fluffy too. I looked at my sides, gazing at the bed cover under my body.

Bed cover?! Bed?!

My eyes widened in fear, but even though I tried to raise my hand to hit or punch, I couldn’t. Raising my hand was like raising a pile of blocks. Imagine raising two hands! My body felt heavy and tired, and I just felt like dozing off.

Managing to keep my eyes open, I spotted the bald man pulling off his robe. Afterward, he moved toward the bed, while I could not even move. Even turning my head was a lot of stress.

His ugly face came in contact with mine, and I could his face above mine.

“Stay away from me…” I spoke loudly, but it came out as a slurred voice.

“Hehe… Soon, you will be the one wanting me to be around you,” I heard, and I gave up. I didn’t struggle or try to fight. I just tilt my head to the other side, feeling exhausted already.

Bang!

I saw the door barge open, and I heard the bald man exclaim, “Who dare to interrupt!!”

The bald man’s face turned to the door side too, and upon seeing whoever or whatever he saw, he moved away from me.

“How dare you come here!” He uttered, raising his voice. He moved toward the door, and a heavy sound echoed.

The bald man stumbled back and he fell. Surprisingly, the person who barged the door open gave the bald man a fitting kick to his big, protruded stomach.

Slowly approaching the bed, the figure looked down at me. It was a tall, muscular figure that I could not see properly. But with the figure, I confirmed that it was a man.All text © NôvelD(r)a'ma.Org.

The man, my savior, my hero moved towards me and he dragged me, carrying me into his soft arms. His arms were the best! Fluffy and soft… And his cologne… It was perfect, better than Nikolas’s own in a hundred times.

He held me close, with his hands supporting my back and legs, while I leaned my back against his chest. My ear was pressed against the left side of his chest and I could hear his heartbeat.

His heart beat steadily, like a steady drumbeat, but to me, it was like a soothing melody. A melody that I wanted to keep listening to for eternity.

“Oh, my hero, thank you for saving me,” I muttered, but it came out as a whisper.

Suddenly, I stopped hearing his heartbeat, and his soft arms were not supporting me anymore. Instead, I was in a sitting position.

I glanced around, forcing my eyes to open. They opened just like I wanted, but not widely, they opened slightly, and I could only see some blurry things.

My eyes spotted a steering wheel that a man moved. Am I in a car?

XANDER

Watching that Ziva girl made me annoyed. It’s good I threw her out of my mansion. She deserves more than that.

Opening the heavy wooden door, I stepped into the bar in my mansion, which was bathed in low light. The smell of wood polish and alcohol hung in the air. Then, I spotted the Omega at the front bar polishing a glass with a soft cloth.

Walking towards the counter, the Omega’s jaw dropped and he bowed his head upon seeing me instantly. Meanwhile, I took a seat on the bar stool.

The barstool creaked slightly as I sat, and my jaw clenched at the remembrance of Alpha Darwin’s deeds. I took a deep breath and smoothed down my shirt, trying to compose myself.

Also, I placed my hands on the cool marble counter of the bar, taking a moment to collect myself. “I’ll have a strong drink,” I spoke, my voice low and husky.

The Omega paused and he gazed at me with a quizzical look on his face.

“Your usual?” The Omega inquired quietly in a polite tone.

“Yes, whiskey, neat,” I responded, knowing that my request had surprised him.

After all, I had walked out of this bar, my anger quenching place, and swore to never return many months ago. But here I am, having my usual strong drink because I could not control my anger again.

The Omega nodded and he turned away. Meanwhile, I closed my eyes, trying to focus on my breathing and trying to quell the anger that churned inside me.

“Anything else I can get you?” I heard the Omega say, jolting me from my thoughts, as I opened my eyes to reality.

“The whiskey is enough,” I replied.

The Omega slid the drink across the counter, then turned and busied himself with another task. I reached for the drink, my fingers brushing the icy exterior of the glass.

The glass felt soothing on my fingertips, and the chill seemed to spread through my body, calming my anger. I took a deep breath and brought the glass to my lips, savoring the scent of the whiskey as I tilted the glass to my mouth.