Drawn To The Enemy

Chapter Three

Drawn To The Enemy: Chapter Three

A cold sensation being pressed to my head brought me to consciousness. My eyes fluttered open, only for me to shut them again; overwhelmed by a inner pounding at the base of my head. I breathed out shakily, turning slightly. "Stay still." A familiar deep voice said.

Despite remembering who this man was, and what he previously did in the cell, I obeyed; not wanting to piss him off.

"She hit you hard." He mumbled.

I winced, when the damp rag he held touched a tender area on the gash. "She almost killed me."

"Cats have nine lives, do they not?"

"Its a shame dogs only have one." I replied to myself. He stopped dabbing at my head, giving me a eyebrow raised look. "I have a pack, and that's hundreds of lives."

He was right. I did have a pack too once; a pride. Once. Until they happened.

I tried to sit up, which resulted in me being pushed back down on the bed below me. "What part of stay still do you not understand?"

"I don't need your help with something like this. Not when your the cause of it."

You and your species. You're the cause of it all.

He began to stare at me upon hearing my words, and it was then I was granted the opportunity to take in his features. Strong jawline, thick eyebrows, tanned skin, hazel colored eyes, and wild brown hair.

He even had facial stubble, which made his appearance all the more enticing. To me at least.

Stop!

I tried to ignore the emotions, blaming it on the fact we were mated. This was unlike me. When I was younger, I convinced myself that no matter the species, if he was my mate, then I would end up loving him regardless.

That was before the Slaughtering.

Werewolves. They lived and thrived on being the best, and now I had to heed what my deceased loved ones tried to get me to understand at that point of time though the damage was already done. I refused to get close to this male. Mate or not.

Shifting my eyes away, I rose cautiously, moving slowly in case he decided on man-handling me again. After sitting on the other side of the bed, I glanced back in his direction, seeing that his eyes had followed me.

"You, a Werecat, was caught trespassing on Werewolf territory. You took out two of my patrollers, and continued on your mighty way as if you could not be stopped. As if you could not be caught. I am merely restating this because I am truly curious to know what the hell was on your mind while you were doing all this and why you did it. You killed them, yet I have you right here, and you're still living. I think that was rather nice of me. Don't you agree?" He asked, rising from his spot on the bed.

I stayed silent, watching him. His body slowly found its way in front of me. His brown eyes grew even lighter, turning into a burning flame of orangy golden. His Alpha scent increased. Suddenly, it didn't feel like he was speaking to me. It felt like his Wolf had taken over his mind.

He tilted his head, glaring down at me. Then, his eyes moved to my arms. Reaching his hand out, I felt his fingertips lightly trail down my skin, leaving a hot sensation in their spot. His fingers made it down to my hands, and very gently, he took hold of them.

My breath hitched. Exactly what was he doing...?

Before I could comprehend the action, an even greater force than in the cell slams me to the bed below, pinning my hands down above my head in the process. "No need to answer. It was a nice action. But its about to be short-lived. I don't see why I shouldn't end you right now. Just like you did to the Patrollers before we took you in."

A silence takes over. I replay returning to a dead family in my mind. My eyes squint. "Do it." I challenge, Anger finding a way to corrupt me again.

"Excuse me?" He asks, his large hands tightening their hold on mine.

"Do. It." I repeat. "Kill me."

His eyes flicker, lowering to their original hazel, and then blazing up again. I watched this go on for a few seconds until the weight of his body lifts.

Quickly sitting up, I see that he's moved across the room. His back faces me. I see his hand rake through his thick brown hair. A huff sounds out in the air. Without turning around, he growls a, "Stay here," Then departs, slamming the wooden door behind him.

Frozen in place as I try to piece together what just happened, I hug myself with my arms, and lay back down on the bed, staring up at the ceiling with mixed emotions so strong the stinging coming from my head vanishes, replaced by numbness.

"He's definitely a Alpha..." Liana, my Were, whispers.

"Ya think?" I reply aloud. I see her feline body lay down, her bright emerald green eyes close.

Mine however, stay open, and I stare quietly up at the ceiling as new emotions trample me. Frustration, confusion, and anger.

That Devilish Anger.

These were not my feelings. They belonged to the one now known as my mate.

At least I knew I wasn't the only one such an unwanted sense of infuriation tormented.

________LADYGAARA________

Holaa, LadyGaara here. (Of course)
With my return, I have brought a actor. Dun know who the guy is nor his reputation regarding the upbringing of his career, he is merely the visual portrayal of my character in this story.

The actor who plays the roll of Alaric Destél (The Alpha) is Douglas Booth as shown in the media.