Seducing The Enemy Lycan

Maya’s POV Today was supposed to be special. My mate and I were going to tell everyone about us. But right now, I’m watching him kiss my sister. His stupid name is Derek. He’s strong and handsome and that was enough for everyone to think he’ll be the next Alpha of our pack. My stupid sister’s name is Lisa. She’s beautiful and perfect. Everyone loves her. I stand in the corner of the big party room, my hands trembling. My heart feels like it’s breaking into a million pieces. “Seems like you’re hiding from someone.” A deep voice asks. I turn around to see a man standing near me. He’s unmistakably tall with dark shiny hair. His eyes look kind, but so were Derek’s. I’m not going to fall for the same trick twice. “I’m not hiding,” I lie. “I just don’t like parties.” “Me neither,” he says with a small smile. “But I had to come. Do you want something to drink?” “Okay,” I say quietly, shrugging. What's the worst that could happen? He orders two drinks from the bar. When he hands me mine, our fingers touch. I feel something strange. Like electricity running through my hand. I down the entire glass. The drink tastes sweet but burns my throat. Good. I want to forget what I saw. Derek kissing Lisa. My mate. My sister. How could this happen? We’ve been together for a year. He said he loved me. He marked my neck to show I was his. Did all those promises mean nothing? “Thank you for the drink,” I tell the stranger. I try to stand up from my chair, but my shirt gets caught. The fabric rip and throw me off balance. I brace for impact as I fall, but strong arms catch me before I hit the ground. I open my eyes and look up at the man who caught me. He’s even more handsome up close. His arms feel safe around me. “Falling for me already?” he asks with a teasing smile. I understand his joke and almost smile. “You think you’re funny, don’t you?” He grins as if I amused him. Then he looks at my shirt and his face gets serious. “Come with me,” he says. “I have a room upstairs. I can give you a new shirt.” My heart leaps into my throat. “What?” His eyes meet mine. They’re beautiful. Dark like the night sky. “Your shirt is torn,” he explains. “I have another one you can wear.” “Oh,” I say, feeling silly. “Okay. Thank you.” He carries me out of the party and I stupidly let him. His arms are so warm. I couldn’t help but rest my head against his chest. He smells so good, like pine trees and rain. My wolf, the animal spirit inside me, feels happy for the first time tonight. She’s been sad and hurt. But now she’s almost purring like a cat. We get to his room. It’s big and fancy. “Take off your shirt,” he says. “What?” I squeak. “So you can put on a new one,” he explains, walking to a closet. “Right,” I whisper. I pull my torn shirt over my head. Now I’m only wearing my bra on top. He turns around with a new shirt in his hands. He stops moving. His eyes look at my body. I look at him too. Then I remember where I’ve seen his face before. My eyes go wide. “It’s you,” I say, taking a step back. “You know me?” he asks. “I know who you are,” I say. He walks toward me slowly. Like a wolf hunting. My heart pounds so loud I think he can hear it. “What do you know about me?” he asks. “I’ve heard things,” I say. “Like what?” “You’re Marcus Kane. You’re a Lycan. Very powerful. Very rich. You date lots of women but never the same one twice.” He lifts one eyebrow. “Tell me more.” Wait. Marcus Kane. He’s Lisa’s father. He’s going to be Derek’s father-in-law. My stomach feels weird. Should I tell him who I am? No. That would be stupid right now. He keeps walking toward me. I keep walking backward. Then my back hits the wall. I can’t move away anymore. “What else do you want to know?” I ask. My voice sounds breathless. “Everything.” Maybe it’s the drink. Maybe it’s the pain in my heart. But I decide to be brave. If Derek can kiss someone new, then so can I. I look into his eyes. “Your eyes are beautiful. Like the stories say.” “What else?” He’s so close now. “When you smile, you have a dimple. Right here.” I almost touch his cheek but stop. He’s only inches away now. His eyes stare at me like I’m the only person in the world. “And your lips—” Before I can finish, he kissed me. The force of it stole my breath, fierce and demanding. I responded without thinking, fingers fisting in his hair as heat spread through me. He lifted me again, pinning me gently to the wall, my legs wrapping around his waist on instinct. His lips move down my neck. Warm feelings spread through my whole body. I feel him kiss my skin softly. I can’t think straight anymore. Everything is Marcus. His smell. His touch. His kiss. I pull at his tie. I want it off. He helps me. Then his shirt comes off too. My hands touch his chest. He has muscles everywhere. Hard and strong. I touch his shoulders. His back. I moan when he kisses me again. “Are you sure you want this?” he asks between kisses. “Yes,” I say. “We’re both adults. Why not?” He kisses me again. Just as he’s about to take off my bra, I hear my mom’s voice in my head. “Maya! Please come home!” She sounds scared. My mother never gets scared. Hearing her voice is like cold water being dumped on me. I gasp. I drop my legs from around him. I push against his chest. “Stop,” I say, breathing hard. “I have to go.” He frowns. “What?” “I’m sorry. I have to leave. You have plenty of other girls anyway,” I say. I start running to the door. But he grabs my arm. He looks angry. “I don’t like games—” “I’m not playing games!” I say. Then I realize I’m still just wearing my bra. I look down. “Oh…” He sighs. He picks up his shirt and puts it over my head. I pull it on. It smells like him. Warm and safe even for a stranger I just met minutes ago. I run out of the room. I run all the way home. When I get there, I hear my mom crying in the kitchen. “Maya?” she sobs. “Your father was arrested tonight.”