ATTRACTED TO THE ENEMY

CHAPTER 2

LUNA AVALON

I walk through the long and silent hallway of the club, my light and controlled footsteps echoing softly on the dark wooden floor.

I'm not nervous, although I know the meeting I will have tonight won't be easy.

Damien is not just any man. He is the kind of person who inspires admiration and fear in equal measure, someone who commands respect wherever he goes.

But I'm ready. I do not fear the power of a man, especially not a man like him.

Deep down, I know I could kill him tonight if necessary.

But something stops me. Something makes me think that now is not the time to act with violence.

Damien is important. He has allies and a considerable number of security guards around him.

I need to be smarter than that. Patience is a virtue, and I know my time will come.

I reach the door of the room, and the guard looks at me for a moment before opening it for me.

I enter without hesitation. The room is luxurious, with polished wooden furniture and heavy curtains in a deep, mysterious shade.

The soft lamp lights bathe the room in a comforting glow, but there is tension in the air.

Damien is there, staring at his own reflection in a large mirror.

He wears a flawless suit, and his dominant presence is unmistakable.

When he sees me enter, he pauses for a moment as if assessing my presence.

I remain calm.

My eyes are fixed on him, but there is something more—a feeling that he is about to reveal more about himself than I would like to know.

Damien, with an arrogant smile, welcomes me before picking up two glasses and pouring a drink into them.

The strong aroma of whiskey fills the air, and he hands me a glass.

"Who are you?", he asks, watching me intently.

I smile slightly, showing no sign of weakness. I know the game is just beginning.

"I am one of the club members.", I reply, my voice soft but firm.

Damien furrows his brows and lets out a small laugh, as if he finds my answer unsettling.

"I own this place. I've never seen you here before. I’m not good at remembering faces, but I am good at recognizing newcomers.", he says with an arrogant expression.

A slight shiver runs down my spine, but I maintain my composure.

I know he's trying to test me, and I won't let him shake me so easily.

What he doesn't know is that I've read everything there is about him.

Damien is not just a powerful man; he is also a dominator, always seeking control in everything he does, and his s****l preferences are well known.

I know this, and I have prepared myself.

I know he prefers submissives, that he loves the power of having someone completely surrendered to him.

Damien, still with a curious gaze, takes another step toward me.

His eyes are locked on me, and there's something in them that unsettles me, something I hadn't been able to identify until now.

He is getting closer, and I feel a slight chill run through my body.

I disguise my unease with a charming smile.

"And your name?", he asks, his voice lower now.

I hesitate for a brief moment before answering.

I know that lying is a risky strategy, but I cannot reveal my true identity.

"Esther.", I say, almost in a whisper, maintaining my confidence.

Damien seems to accept the answer, but his expression remains intense, as if something about me bothers him.

"You don't seem like an ordinary person.", he says, as if trying to analyze something in me.

I can feel his eyes piercing into my soul, trying to read my every move.

He takes another step closer, and I know he is studying me, trying to find something he has yet to see.

I observe him closely. He seems to know exactly what he’s doing, moving in a calculated manner.

He has the power to dominate anyone, but I know he still has no idea what I am capable of.

"What are you doing here, among werewolves, being just a simple human?", he asks, and I feel a small wave of adrenaline.

I respond calmly, as if my answer is the most natural thing in the world.

"I like danger.", I say, watching the way his eyes gleam at my response.

Damien seems more intrigued by me than I had anticipated, and that only fuels my confidence.

"There is something about you, Esther, something I can't quite identify."

Damien leans in closer, his warm breath almost touching my skin.

I feel the tension between us intensify—a mix of desire and curiosity, but also something deeper.

I know he wants to challenge me, to see how far I am willing to go.

I don’t respond immediately.

Instead, I take a step forward and place my hand on his chest.

My touch is firm but subtle.

Damien pauses for a moment, observing the boldness of my gesture.

He doesn’t seem surprised, but there is satisfaction in his gaze, as if he has been challenged by something new.

Then, without warning, I push Damien gently, making him fall onto the bed behind him.

He seems to be enjoying the situation.

I sit on his legs, feeling his body beneath mine.

His gaze is locked onto me, and I know that the control of the situation has shifted.

Now, I am the one dominating the space.

"I'm here looking for someone like you.", I say, my voice laden with desire, but also with a dangerous game.

Damien watches me, his dark eyes as deep as abysses.

His breathing is heavier, and I know he won’t resist for long.

"Like me?"

I nod, biting my lip, and part of what I’m saying is true.

"Yes, a dominator..."

Damien, with a swift movement, grips my wrists tightly.

He immobilizes me momentarily, but I do not falter.

I do not let myself be intimidated.

Instead, I surrender to the moment, letting him take control as part of the game.

He kisses me, and the kiss is intense, fierce—a mix of power and need.

I feel my body heat up under his touch, but I know my objective is clear.

He pulls me closer, standing up and pressing me against the wall.

The pressure against my skin is almost painful, but I do not retreat.

He kisses me again, his lips moving over mine with increasing intensity.

I feel his body against mine—hot and strong—and my heart beats faster.

Kissing men sometimes has to be part of my job, and I need to use all my weapons with Damien.

His hands grip my waist firmly as his tongue continues to explore mine.

For a moment, I think he will touch my thighs and discover my hidden daggers, but he pulls back.

Damien's kiss is a battle for control.

He holds my wrists, pressing me against the wall firmly, as if testing how far I can go without retreating.

His body is hot, every muscle tense—a promise of brute strength and danger.

His lips are hard and possessive, and I match his intensity because I know this game requires reciprocity.

He is very close to me at this moment.

All I would need to do is reach for my dagger and kill him with a single movement, but I would never leave this room alive with his guards waiting outside.

His fingers tighten around my wrists, and then his low, husky voice whispers near my ear:

"Why don’t you tell me who you really are?"

My blood runs cold.

He knows? How? I was careful.

But Damien Vaughn is more than just any man.

He is a predator, and predators can smell lies.

Before I can answer, the deafening sound of gunfire echoes through the club.

Screams. The scent of blood. Chaos.

Damien pulls away from me in an instant, his silver eyes flashing with a fierce glow as the bedroom door bursts open.

One of his guards appears, panting, his expression urgent.

"Sir, we're under attack. Vampires."

My stomach twists.

Vampires.

Great. More monsters.

Damien curses under his breath, his eyes burning with restrained fury.

He turns to me, and before I can react, he orders the guard:

"Keep her safe."

I almost laugh. Safe?

I am not a helpless damsel.

But I don’t have time to correct his assumption.

Instead, I seize the moment of distraction and sprint out of the room.

The hallway is a scene of c*****e.

Bodies scattered.

Men and women scream as pale, bloodthirsty creatures tear their throats apart.

The air reeks of blood and death.

Damien's guards fight, opening fire on the creatures, but some have already fallen.

The werewolves have the advantage of strength, but the vampires are fast. Too fast.

One of them sees me.

It charges like a lethal shadow, red eyes glowing with hunger.

My body moves on instinct.

In a second, my hand slides down my thigh, pulling one of the silver daggers hidden beneath my dress.

The moment it's close enough to touch my skin, I twist the blade and drive it straight into its heart.

It freezes, eyes wide. And then it turns to dust.

I don’t stop.

Another vampire appears, and I move swiftly, dodging its strike and slashing its throat with a precise cut.

Black blood gushes. It lets out a beastly growl before collapsing.

A third catches me off guard.

I'm slammed against the wall with brutal force, the impact knocking the air from my lungs.

Its fangs gleam as it opens its mouth, ready to bite.

I act fast. I drive my knee up hard, striking its stomach.

It doubles over for a second—just enough time for me to pull my second dagger and bury it in the side of its neck.

More dust. Another monster dead.

I breathe heavily, my heart pounding with adrenaline.

And then I notice.

Damien is watching me.

His eyes are fixed on me, shining with a mix of surprise and fascination.

He has a relaxed posture, as if the surrounding battle is nothing more than entertainment.

"Looks like you're full of surprises...", his voice carries a dangerous edge.

I don’t respond. I just meet his gaze and wait.

He moves. In an instant, he’s in front of me, extending a pistol.

I take the weapon without hesitation.

"Use this. Seems like you enjoy playing with danger."

I smirk slightly.

"You have no idea."

There’s no time for more conversation. The vampires keep attacking, and I sprint down the hallway, shooting those in my way.

One leaps onto one of Damien’s guards, and I aim, firing straight into its head.

The gunshot echoes, and the vampire drops dead.

Another rushes forward, but I’m faster. My finger pulls the trigger, and it disintegrates into a cloud of dark dust.

But then something goes wrong.

A blow strikes my side, throwing me hard onto the floor.

The pistol skids across the bloodstained tiles.

Before I can get up, a vampire crashes down on me.

Its fangs gleam, the stench of death and decay filling my nose.

I growl, forcing my arms against it, keeping it from biting me.

Time seems to slow.

My muscles burn with effort. My fingers slip against its chest.

My lungs scream for air.

And then, a gunshot.

The vampire collapses dead on top of me.

I lift my head and see Damien holding a smoking pistol.

He extends a hand.

I accept, letting him pull me back to my feet.

His grip is firm and warm, and for an instant, there’s something indecipherable in his gaze.

A sharp curiosity. A flicker of recognition.

My eyes scan the scene. The chaos is ending.

Damien’s men spread out, dealing with the surviving vampires.

The hall is thick with the scent of blood and smoke.

Damien glances around, then turns his attention back to me.

"You got what you wanted."

I frown.

"What?"

His lips curl into a predatory half-smile.

"My attention. We’ll meet again."

And with that, he walks away, vanishing among his men.

My heart is still racing. My breathing is uneven.

But a small smile forms on my lips.

Yes. I did.