BRIDE OF MY ENEMY

THE UNWANTED PACK CAPTIVE

Chapter 2 - The Unwanted Pack Captive.

Anya's POV

I had hardly time to draw a breath after the turmoil of the shooting when I was seized by hands, and hauled off to a helicopter waiting outside. The rotor blades were whirling wildly, and the night air was being stirred by them, and my hair thrown across my face. I fell, and they pushed me into the cabin, and my heart was like to burst.

"Where... where are you taking me?" I insisted, and my voice shook even though I tried to remain calm.

No one answered. Not a word. Not even a glance. The men surrounding me were quiet and their expressions could not be read under black masks and black sunglasses. I tried again. "Who are you? Why am I...?" The whirr of the helicopter drowned my questions.

The view below became blurry in streaks of lights and panic began to scratch at my chest. I had already experienced the violence of Viktor, all right, but this was different. I had endured the wrath of my mate only to be pulled off by a person I hardly knew, a person who was horrifying, a person who had only just murdered my mate.

It seemed to be an eternity after which the helicopter landed. I was seized by hands, and dragged out into the night. The icy wind struck my sore body and I trembled. I attempted to talk, attempted to insist on answers, but all the questions were answered with silence. My only choice was to follow.

We had passed into a large mansion, huge, smooth, imposing in its architecture. The walls were shiny, marble floors were mirrored by the chandelier lights, and the silence of air-conditioning came as a relief to the noise I had just left. I was rounded up into the living room and asked to sit. I did not know whether to scream, to run, to cry, but I was tired, frightened, and my body was aching with each movement.

Minutes dragged by. There was nothing but the distant ticking of a clock on the wall. My mind raced. He killed Viktor. He could kill me at any moment. Why hasn't he? I gulp and my eyes were flitting towards the entrance.

Then he appeared. Luca Blackfang, who had killed my mate, now came in, weaponless, and calm. His black pants and black shirt are a perfect fit, smooth and functional, but nothing like the guns and body armor he had used previously. He looked... commonplace, as never before. Almost human.

I am very sorry, I killed your mate. Hell has got a new demon," he said, his voice smooth, practised. Fake sympathy. I shuddered, and naturally repelled him. But I noticed too... something odd. He wasn't angry at me. He wasn't even raising a hand. Not yet. And he had brought me here. To his house.

I cleared my throat, and I spoke. “And why not... why not... if... if you killed him... and you have taken me...? Why are you not hurting me?”

He paused in his stride and stared at me, and tilted his head as though amused. “I killed two birds with one stone,” he said, and that was all.

I frowned. "Two birds?" I said, and I was bewildered, and my mind was trying to follow. "What... what do you mean by that?"

He disregarded my inquiries and approached me a step nearer. "Eat. Rest." That was it. Short. Firm. Ordering, but... not intimidating.

A nurse came in, and he came as though it was the most ordinary thing in the world. She didn't glance at Luca. She was on her knees, and looking at my bruises and cuts. She touched her carefully, professionally. She washed my wounds, put on ointments and bandaged my arms and ribs with soft cloths.

“You will need to rest,” she said, nearly kindly, and went away as silently as she came.

Luca left the room briefly. Then a maid came, who courteously led me to a bedroom. Each sign of politeness turned my head round. This isn't how captors behave. I'm supposed to be dead. Why are his employees... treating me nice? Why is he calm?

I fell on the bed, and my body ached, but strangely quieted down.

Something was wrong, when I opened my eyes a few hours later. The room was dark, and I could sense it--the eyes of a person watching em sleep. I sat up with panic in my heart.

It was him. Luca sat at the edge of the bed and watched me.

I recoiled, heart hammering. "What... what are you doing here?" I whispered, backing away.

He lifted a hand in a certain placating gesture. "Relax," he said. "I won't hurt you. I won't bite you."

I shook my head, and could not comprehend what he said. He simply killed my mate, and now he was sitting beside me, and telling me not to be afraid? My voice came out shaky. "Why... why are you here? Why am I here? What do you want?"

He sat back, with his eyes keen, but not cruel. "I brought you food."

I stared at him, incredulous. “Food? You killed my mate hours ago, and now you come and bring me food? What do you want? Let’s go straight to the point!”

He smirked faintly. “I like you and I will like to marry you,please.”

I blinked. "You... you what?" My own ears could not believe what I just heard. like me? You... want to marry me?"

I would have laughed, but the look on his face made me swallow it. "Are you insane? I just... I lost my mate! I do not even know whether he is buried yet, and now you are telling me to marry you?

He bent a little, and his eyes, which were piercing, fixed on mine. “Quite the contrary,” he said, and put his hand into his pocket. He drew out one piece of paper and gave it to me. My eyes were opened at the realization of what it was.

It was a flier. My picture. My name.

$10,000,000 to whoever finds her-- dead or alive.