Fated To The Enemy

Betrayal Pain

Rowan stepped into the dimly lit room, rousing Lila from her uneasy sleep.

Shadows flickered on the walls as he moved, his expression serious, but softened as he gently lifted the unconscious Avery into his arms.

“I'm taking her to the healer,” he murmured, his gaze sharp. “And, Lila, Derek’s in a mood. If he shows up, don’t antagonize him.”

Lila barely registered the warning. She simply glared, the defiance in her eyes a fire that hadn’t dimmed, despite her imprisonment. “Like I could make it any worse.”

Rowan’s gaze held hers, a brief flicker of sympathy crossing his face. Then, with a final look, he left, the door clicking shut, leaving Lila alone in an oppressive silence.

Her heart pounded as she shut her eyes, trying to summon Sara. Sara, please… I need you. But her wolf remained distant, unreachable, leaving her feeling achingly hollow and weaker by the second.

Her thoughts were abruptly shattered by the door slamming open. Derek stormed in, his tall figure casting a dark shadow across the room.

His gaze locked on hers, intense and seething, a shiver ran down her spine as his stormy eyes seemed to pierce her very soul. He looked like an unleashed storm, all dark power and raw danger.

“You think you can play with me?” he growled, his voice a low, dangerous rumble that sent a thrill through her, despite herself.

Lila met his eyes, refusing to flinch, though her pulse hammered against her skin. “What are you talking about?”

Without another word, he reached out, grabbing her arm and yanking her to her feet.

His touch was rough, but his closeness, the way his heat radiated into her, made her body betray her anger with a surge of awareness.

She fought back, struggling against his iron grip, but he was unrelenting, dragging her down a narrow corridor and into a room that seemed foreign yet vaguely familiar.

Daylight streamed in through a large window, illuminating Derek’s chiseled features and making the fury in his gaze evident.

She squinted against the brightness, thrown off balance as he shoved her roughly into a chair, securing her wrists behind her with zip ties.

His hands lingered a moment too long, and she felt his fingers graze her skin, the unspoken tension coiling thick and electric between them.

“Derek—” she managed, voice shaking, but he cut her off, his face dangerously close to hers, his breath warm and steady.

“You’ve crossed a line,” he snarled, his voice raw.

"What are you talking about!!" Lila shrieked as she tugged at her bindings.

“I saw you with him. Alex.” He spat the name like it was poison, his eyes darkening as they flickered to the CCTV screen on the wall.

He strode over to the desk punching in some keys on the keyboard suddenly footage appeared on the screens.

“Is this what you think of me? A weak toy you can cast aside for a moment’s thrill?” he asked.

Lila’s heart pounded as the footage played, showing her with Alex, their bodies closer than she’d remembered. The intimate looks, the glances—everything magnified under Derek’s furious gaze.

She tried to swallow, her voice thick with desperation. “Derek, it was nothing. Just dancing. You’re twisting this—”

“Nothing?” He leaned in, his face mere inches from hers, eyes burning. His hand trailed along her cheek, his touch deceptively soft, yet possessive, his voice a dark whisper. “Nothing? Do you know what it feels like when someone else touches what belongs to me?”

His words sent a jolt through her, both anger and something deeper something, undeniable, that flared within her. “I belong to no one,” she spat, her defiance barely hiding the tremor in her voice.

A dangerous smirk curved on his lips as he straightened, his eyes glazing over as he mind linked someone.

A woman slipped into the room, her movements smooth and predatory, her raven hair and crimson dress clinging to her curves as she approached Derek. She cast Lila a look that dripped with disdain, then leaned into Derek, pressing a kiss against his neck.

Lila’s stomach twisted as she watched the woman’s hands roam over him, her lips trailing a line of slow, lingering kisses up his jaw. Each touch sent a burning pang through her, the mate bond tightening in agony.

She tried to look away, but the searing pain of the bond forced her eyes back, the betrayal cutting through her like a knife.

“Stop,” she whispered, her voice breaking, but Derek’s smirk only grew as the woman’s fingers traced his collar, her red-painted nails dragging over his skin.

“How does it feel?” he asked, his tone chillingly satisfied. His gaze held hers, unrelenting, almost revelling in her suffering.

The pain was so strong it took her breathe away refusing to respond she simply stared back fury in her eyes.

“This is what it feels like to be betrayed by the one you’re bound to.” He continued.

Lila gritted her teeth, fighting against the tears that stung her eyes, her pride and rage refusing to let him see her broken. “You’re a monster,” she whispered, venom in her voice. “You think this will make me crawl to you? You think I’ll beg?”

Derek dismissed the woman with a sharp nod, and she left with a sultry glance back at him, leaving an unbearable silence between him and Lila.

He stepped forward, looming over her, his expression a blend of cold fury and something darker, something that sent a thrill of fear and fascination through her.

“Oh, you will beg,” he murmured, his voice low and taunting. He leaned close, his hand tilting her chin up so their faces were mere inches apart. She could feel his breath against her skin, the heat of his anger mingling with a dark intensity that stirred something deep within her.

“You’ll beg because you’re mine, Lila. You’ll submit because you know, deep down, that no one else can own you the way I can or make your body crave my touch.” He said as he stroked her cheek.

Her eyes blazed with defiance. “I’d rather die than belong to someone like you.”

He chuckled, a cruel, low sound."I want you right here, Lila. I want you broken and breathless, burning for me. I want you to realize that no matter what you do, no matter how far you run or how hard you fight, you’ll never escape me.”

A shudder ran through her, not entirely from fear. She loathed him, hated him with every fibre of her being, but there was an undeniable pull between them, a dark, consuming magnetism that she couldn’t ignore, even if she tried.

“Why won’t you just reject me?” she demanded, voice cracking under the weight of her frustration and longing. “Why do this? Why torture us both?”

His gaze softened, but only for a split second, as if he almost felt a trace of pity. But it vanished, replaced with the steely determination she knew so well. “Because you’re mine. Because I’d rather see you shattered at my feet than let another man lay a finger on you. And one day, you’ll beg for me to touch you and make you moan my name.”

Without another word, he turned and strode out of the room, leaving her bound, her heart pounding, torn between fury and a dark, addictive attraction that left her craving more.

She knew she should hate him, despise him for the pain he inflicted, but in the silence of that empty room, all she could feel was the aching void he left behind, and the unrelenting need that his presence had awakened within her.