Falling for My Enemy Alpha

Chapter 3: In Enemy Territory

Olive's POV

"What the..."

The choke-hold around my neck was so powerful that breathing became impossible. I felt the strength of the stranger's hand threatening life out of my lungs. My eyes bulged under the crescent, burning with tears ready to stream down my heated face.

"You... deceived me." I gnashed at the moon, scratching my way out of my captor's hold. Despite my claws digging into gloved hands, he didn't budge.

Never have I ever felt more weak and useless, incapable of pulling off great stuffs.

"You're supposed to be begging for your life, sassy lass." Although, I couldn't make out my captors face, his velvety voice appealed to my hearing. Aside Drustian, I never thought my gut would flutter shamelessly at the sound of a masculine voice. I expected a hoarse voice from a killer of his kind.

"N... Ne...ver!" I choked. Restrategizing, I aimed for his eyes, but they were out of arms length. Consequently, I dug a claw into his forearm, employing the cheapest trick I could muster. Instead, his grip tightened around my neck, unfazed by my crazy scratches.

"This is not the time to act brave, brat. We need you to__"

Instantly, an idea perched into my mind. Who is he? Was he one of my father's enforcers?

Not likely. I know all my father's enforcers. Who could this stranger be?

Only one way to find out...

Freeing his bleeding arm from my wild assaults, I lifted my hands to the hood of my cape to reveal my face. If they knew my identity, giving that I was still in the pack, I'd be safe...I thought.

Jerking aback, my captor released his lethal grasp on my neck, letting me crash freely to the root of the tree. I held my neck with one hand, coughing and gasping for breath, and grateful I wasn't dead yet.

I struggled to my feet, supporting my weight with my left hand drawing strength from the stem of the tree. I lifted my face to look at the buffoon who had rough-handled the princess of Mortem. My father, Alpha Kazamir, had founded a fearful reputation for himself across the realm. Only a fool would step on the lion's tail in his den.

"What do you want from me, you piece of__ " When my eyes finally met his, I suddenly lost the ability to utter sensible statements.

"You're his daughter!" He spat, disgust dripping in voice his brows. He knotted his brows into a puzzle as his eyes traveled the length of my body from my boots upward, until he settled his blue orbs on my grey ones.

Under the moon light, I could make out the color of the bastard's eyes.

"And you're his enemy." I stood, surprised, as his features came into full view.

The enemy of Mortem; Alpha Orvyn of the House of Vagamor. Now that we're plain before each other, I took my turn to size him up.

He wore a black form-fitting tunic that overstated his buffy chest. Donning a pair of black leggings, he complemented it with a pair of black leather boots. He had thick long midnight-black hair packed into a bun behind his head. With a chiseled face that seemed to wear a permanent smile, this wolf just stole my world.

He had an overcoat of hay strapped across his broad shoulders like a cape. I presumed he wore it to hide his presence under the cover of darkness. His face was streaked with a black substance of some sort to improve his camouflage. That I was sure of

"Who do we have here," he hooked one massive hand on his waist, smirking. "Princess Olive, Alpha Kazamir's only daughter. What are you doing out here running in a cold dense woods alone with guards?"

'It's none of your f*****g business,' I wanted to say

"Alpha Orvyn, my father's only enemy," I retorted, choosing rather to ignore his question.

"I should be the one asking the questions here." He advanced with a step, and folded his arms under his chest.

"No." I took a step forward in equal measure, and mimicked his stance. "I should be the one asking the questions here."

"I'm your captor, Princess Olive."

"And you're in my territory, Alpha Orvyn."

"Stop throwing my words back at me, Princess."

"And stop standing in my way, Alpha." I spun on my heels, looking around for where to run, aware of the blazing fact that he'd effortlessly catch me. Perhaps, back to my father.

But before I could bring my plan to fruition, he caught me, hus grip firm on the crook of my elbow. He twirled me into his arms in one swift move that left my forehead rebounding on his ripped chest.

His hand locked my fragile arm behind my back, making it impossible for me to wring myself free of his hold. Strangely, I felt comfortable in his arms. The top of his tunic was unstrapped, which left the inside of the chest visible to the eye.

He smelled of Jasmine oil. My favourite ointment.

I thought I'd seen it all when I gawked at Drustian, but here was a man who had my tongue tied and my knees buckling. But he was no ordinary man- he was my father's enemy.

My father's enemy shouldn't be this breathtaking! It broke all the laws of in the world!

"Didn't your father teach you some etiquettes required of a lady?" His voice came out honeyed.

"What were you expecting?" I arched my brows. "Suck your d**k?" I never wanted to, but my voice was laden with sonorous seductions that I never knew I controlled. Certainly, I had never fallen in love, except for the crush I had for Drustian. Even Drustian never got to hear me speak in that manner.

"You may as well be on your knees and get to it." I felt his shaft bulge beneath his leggings, which sent hot chills down my curved spine.

I wanted to feel the strength of his c**k in my hand. But it's a pity be had the same hand locked behind me.

"You think you've got balls to handle me?" I smirked.

"I think I've got the d**k to make you shiver for more." A smug expression turned up the corner of his lips.

"Do not let your ego get the better of you... Alpha."

"Do not let your mouth put you in trouble," he snorted, pulling me into his packed pillows with a slight jerk.

Our lips were few inches apart, begging to be kissed. I felt the heat from our bodies melt into each other, rapid tingles rushing to my core. I certainly do not know if he had the same affection towards me, but with the erection he was having, I could bet Alpha Cassian's stupid eyes that he wanted me.

And that, badly.

"Try me,'' my lips parted slightly. "And see what I'm capable of."

"Hmmm. Perhaps, you have done this before, have you not?"

"Perhaps."

"Hold on a minute," he released me from his grasp. "Aren't we supposed to be discussing the terms of your release?"

The haze in my eyes dissolved at once. I folded my arms in my front, scoffing. "It's your guts for me. You're stuck in my territory, yet, you opened your goddamn gutter mouth threatening the princess of Mortem!" I scowled at him. Taking a step back, I bashfully eyed him. "The way I see it, you're the one in danger here, not me! My father's men will be here any moment. Count yourself dead!"

"You think so?" He snickered, which got me a little at alert. There's only much a man's pride can do for him. At the jaws of death, he cowers. He must cower.

But why not him? Why isn't he scared of coming alone into enemy territory?

He catcalled thrice and stopped, casting me a complacent expression.

Almost immediately, the night came alive with men draped in the same material as his, pulling out of the shadows. They had been around the whole time, and I never had the slightest hint of their presence.

He came prepared indeed. Poor me.

"You can't do this to me. My father will__"

I couldn't finish my statement before a rabbit punch landed at the back of my neck, which sent me tumbling to the ground. The last thing I saw was the sinister glow in Alpha Orvyn's eyes, and the smiling crescent peeping down at me.