Falling for My Enemy Alpha

Chapter 4: Taming the Wild

Orvyn's POV

'She's the enemy's daughter,' I remind myself. 'Do not forget what her father made you lose.'

The encounter I had with her in the woods kept popping out of nowhere and everywhere in my head. The closeness of our bodies and the feeling of our heart beating against each other was an experience I never thought I'd one day have.

Being the daughter of the enemy, any act of intimacy between us would ruffle feathers; especially the power-hungry Archibald, one of the four elders of the Table. He didn't hide his dislike towards me. Sitting on the Alpha throne of Vagamor without being a true Vagamor upset a number of aristocrats. As long as the majority are on my side, Archibald and his train of bitter tribe can f**k a tree for all I care

Putting that aside, I shifted my thoughts back to the enchanting princess. I found it hard to belief she was Alpha Kazamir's daughter. What confused me more was how an evil backstabbing coward fathered a girl as enchanting as Princess Olive.

Goddamnit!

Those grey eyes that reflected the iridescence of the moon... I was lost in them. Kissing her plush lips could have been the highlight of the night. Mere thinking about the connection of my lips on hers sent blood rushing south, hardening my virile organ.

'Get your head in the game!' I fought the images beclouding my mind. 'She's off limits. You cannot trust her. She's bad news...'

A thousand and one negative remarks on why I shouldn't allow the feisty enchantress anywhere close to me perched into my mind. A part of me wanted to hold her, kiss her...feel her, but another dominant part yelled caution at me.

It was becoming hard with each passing minute whenever I realized that I could just see her if I so wanted.

What's with the childish attitude. You're not a p***y. You're an Alpha for f**k's sake. You know what that means. It means you can have any girl you want and force them to their knees because you say something.

But, I can't. Not with her. She made me feel powerless...in a bad way. I cannot be caught falling into the bed of my enemy's daughter.

Conrad, my childhood friend and Beta, noticed the lapse in my concentration during training today. He asked me if I was all right, but I had lied into his face smoothly that I was fine. To prove the soundness of my health, I called up five of our finest werewolves to the circle, fighting them blindfolded.

My men go wild anytime they see me fight blindfolded, but that's far from the main point. I broke the arm of one, dislocated the shoulder of another, shifted the jaw of the third, and rendered unconscious the remaining two.

Of course, they were no match for me. Everybody cheered me on, but not Conrad. He knew something was off with me. He's not my best friend for nothing.

"I should go see her." I said to myself, pacing the polished wooden floor of my room.

'Don't! You'll get lost in those lustful eyes again,' my subconscious cautioned.

'I can't,' I assured.

'What if she's a spy sent from her father? You might be falling into her own trap, Dummy."

'Then there's only one way to find out,' I sighed, putting an end to the internal monologue.

I strutted out of my room in high spirit, expecting the good, bad, and demonic from the encounter. I went down the narrow hall that ended at the door of a small room kept for special kinds of prisoners. Prisoners like her.

Judging by the lavish ostensible life she's used to, I had a strong feeling that she wouldn't last the next hour there.

Two guards manned the door to her room, definitely on my command. I drew in a long breath and squared my shoulders in my usual manner.

Appearing less of who I was, could dent my reputation.

Without saying a word, they lowered their heads, as one of them, the slim pole, opened the door me into the room. I picked my steps, appearing as if all was well on the inside as it was on the outside. But deep down, my organs were on fire. Only her heart-shaped lips could quench the raging fire roaring within me.

She was sitting close to the window, staring at the plains with a goddess smile on her face. The moment she sensed my presence, the smile I'd fallen madly in love with vanished. I growled internally, maintaining my indifferent outlook. She can't know how I feel. No one can.

Her clothes from last night were still on her, except the cape lying carelessly on the floor beside the bed. She didn't change into the new garments I asked Emilia to bring for her.

The summer breeze lifted her sandy hair backward above her shoulder as if heralding the presence of a queen. Part of her hair covered a fraction of her face, and I almost lost my cool fighting the urge to brush them from her face.

"I see you're getting accustomed to your new place." I cleared my throat noisily to alert her of my presence, even when I knew it wasn't necessary.

"Does a prisoner ever have a choice?" she said tiredly, without sparing me a glance. I saw her face last night, but the crescent hid more of her beauty to me than reveal it. I wanted to see what she looked like in the brightness of the day.

But the princess was as stubborn as her father.

"You've well said." I took a couple of confident steps towards her. "You should be grateful you didn't wake up in the dungeon, Princess." I pointedly reminded her of how kind I was.

She scoffed before responding. "You should be grateful my father doesn't know where I am. You'd have known what a real dungeon looks like."

"If you do not like the hospitality you're given, you can speak your hurt. I only have to click my fingers, and you'll be sharing a cell in the dungeon with mice, until you reek of another man's piss and shit."

As if I'd pull through with it...

She remained tight-lipped, complacently enjoying the cool weather. "Have you tasted human dung, Alpha?" she asked nonchalantly, heaving a long meditative sigh.

"Not that I know off." I shrugged, closing the gap between us one step at a time. "One can never be careful enough, you know."

Finally, the Moon answered my prayer. Whipping her head in my direction, the wind tossed back few strands of her wavy auburn locks, making the wry smirk tugging at the end of her lips more noticeable. Above all, she didn't look the least distraught. Her demeanor was calm and collected.

Who is this she-wolf?

"A night at my father's dungeon will say to you, all I cannot say."

Fuck! She's pretty. More prettier than what I saw under the Crescent. She had a round face that revealed a number of perfectly sculpted features that could make her pass for the Luna of any pack. Any Alpha would gladly give a half of his kingdom to have a prized jewel as her.

Her grey eyes and upturned nose were my side attractions to her overall beauty.

"Instead of wasting time arguing over whose dungeons brings the greater woe, would you rather we discussed your father?"

"My father?" She chuckled and returned her gaze back to the window, resting her head on the wooden window frame. "It's a shame you don't know a tittle about your enemy."

"Tell me what I need to know about your father."

"He'll not come for me. You wasted your time capturing me." Her voice was surprisingly monotonous.

"No father would let his child suffer in enemy territory," I scowled, scoffing. "What kind of a father sits still when his only daughter is missing?"

"My father will know it's a trap, and he'll never come for me the way you expected. He's too crafty to be cornered."

She was certain about what she's saying. I

"We shall discuss the terms of your release with you as collateral. If he schemes any plan, we'll send your headless body to him in two separate coffins.

"That's a child's plan. You need to come up with a tougher strategy."

"Why does it sound to me like you're helping me?" I peered at her, confusing wrinkling my brows. By now, I expected the spoilt brat to have cried a jug full. She, once again, proved to me that there's more to her to be careful about.

I mustn't trust her.

"Because..." she turned to face me, flashing me an expressionless emotionless face, "we have a common enemy."