Drawn To The Enemy

Chapter Six

Drawn To The Enemy: Chapter Six

A smoky haze of steam looms from the heated bath water - shielded by white bubbles. My eyes are wide as I stare down into the tub, hesitantly peering over to the Alpha while my hands clenched the peach colored towel that protected my body from the bathroom's cool air.

"You want me to get in that?"

"Yes, I do. And hopefully it'll kill some of your stench. I don't normally let wild animals into my territory. But you're just a feline. Nothing special,"

I raise an eyebrow. "Your position next to mine is as irrelevant as a blade of grass in a field of flowers."

"Excuse me?"

"You heard me. Even with you being a wolf, you stand as ordinary, whereas I am unique. And I may be just a cat in your eyes but the Were-Felines are diverse and gorgeous in every shape and form they so much as come in. But you?" I scoff.

His eyes are dark, and his thick, defined, arms are crossed. "Keep going."

"You are nothing compared to my magnificence. Don't think your spot in your little pack makes you superior - because when it boils down to it - I am faster, stronger, and can fend for myself solo without the aid of additions. I am at my greatest with or without a Pride." I taunt, staring at him.

"Mhm," He nods, thoughtfully gazing off. "Well, maybe that's true. But perhaps I have one advantage over you?"

"Yeah? I'm listening," It seemed unlikely at this point. I smiled victoriously. I had him beat... Until his hand came out to grip the towel, snatching it off of my body.

"I actually enjoy water, Kitty." Then he presses his fingertips to my forehead and pushes me down into the tub full of bubble water.

My leopard is released the moment my skin is wet, and I scramble to get out, my paws slipping and sliding. I feel my agitation sky rocket as I finally climb out and scamper to the closed door with a hiss. My fur is dripping wet, and I feel like a raccoon caught in a downpour.

He's buckling over in laughter, and I want to lunge at him and rip off his handsome face, but instead I lower down to the floor and glare daggers at his tall frame. When his fit of cackles subsides, he's brushing away a tear, then nods his head back to the tub. "That was hilarious, but all excitement and playing aside, get in." He tells me.

I shake my head.

"We can do this the easy way, or the hard way, Kitty. Your choice."

My ears flatten against my head and my eyes form two full black bulbs. I lick my muzzle, bare my teeth, and muster the most aggressive growl I can given my stance in this situation as his little prisoner and .... Mate.

"Hard way it is," He whispers - a smirk lingering on his glossy lips.

I swear mentally.

Ugh - Dogs.

What annoying, disobedient, pests, they are.