Drawn To The Enemy

Chapter Ten

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Drawn To The Enemy: Chapter Ten

~ Days Later ~

I step into the shower and close the door behind myself, hoping to drown out my thoughts, but the constant collision of the sprinkles hitting the floor only provokes my active imagination.

Its been, what, two and a half weeks since I got here? Alaric has been using me, as if he actually needs me when he has hundreds of others to do pack duties. I refuse to speak with him. I think his frustration towards my reasonable ignorance was the cause of him trying to tick me off like this. Whatever it was, I wasn't fazed. I couldn't let myself go with this man anymore.

So whenever he assigned me out to work with the kids in the kitchen, or hunt with the other wolves, I agreed to it. I was watched heavily during it. To make sure I didn't try anything 'funny'.

Conversations between myself and the Alpha were very limited regardless. He did try though. I dunno why I even got myself worked up over the ordeal. Alaric wasn't ... Mine.

He was just a Werewolf for crying out loud. These types of things just don't happen. The Goddess above doesn't pair up differing species.

So why did she do it with me? And at the worst of times, at that.

Sighing, I press my back against the wet wall of the shower. The hot water rains on me relentlessly, but I tolerate it even though it feels like heated daggers slicing through my sensitive skin. I run my hands through my soaked hair until I hear the doorknob squeak upon turning. The shower's glass enclosure is naturally indistinctive. Its unexplainable, it holds no particular features, but it was definitely crafted to blur the image of whatever is on the outside --- and I hope its the same way on the other end.

I can't see the person who welcomes themselves in, and I definitely can't smell them as the fog of the scalding water floods my senses and leaves me vulnerable to what could be one of his members deciding to target me.

Except I don't think that's who it is. Inside I feel my body go numb, and it tingles. Closing my eyes, I let my head rest against the wall again. Of course it was Him.

The shower door slides open. The cold air outside rushes in and I restrain a shiver. "You didn't knock,"

"I didn't think I had too," Alaric says huskily.

"What do you want?"

"I came to bring you clothes."

I scoff, opening my eyes. His gaze raises, like he knows he's been taking in too much of everything under my neck's view. "You could have notified me of that on the outside of the door,"

Alaric squints his eyes and studies me. I feel very impotent under his stare, but I know I need to maintain a strong demeanor.

When he breaks his gaze with me, its only to avert his eyes downward, and I follow it. He's kicking his shoes off his feet. My heart jumps. "What do you think you're doing?"

No response.

He unfastens his belt, unzips his pants, and drops them down to the floor. I look off, holding a hand up to shield my eyes. "Stop,"

I hear his shirt hit the floor only moments later, and when he removes the last article of clothing that covers his bulky body, I can feel the heat radiating off his body. I can smell the testosterone leaking from his pores, so pervasive it consumes the bathroom in one big gulp and leaves me wanting to slink more into the shower and suffocate in what's left of the water's substantial denseness.

Alaric steps into the shower, pulls the door closed behind him, and traps me. The walls seem to get tighter, or maybe that's just his arms confining me into his little box. "Look at me," He demands.

I pretend as though I didn't hear him, but my beating heart speeds up and becomes a direct giveaway to how I feel locked in his pen.

"Zara,"

Its the first time my name has ever been uttered from his lips ...

My eyes lock with his. His dark hair has fallen over his face, and his eyes are lit to match the intense emotions that overcome me and make my legs feel weak.

"Look, I'm sorry about what happened with your family, and ... I'm sorry about what happened that day with Harley,"

"You have nothing to apologize about. As a matter of fact, Ill just be honest. I'm not interested in your ap-"

"Shut up and let me talk," He growls.

Liana drops to the floor in my head, and I swear at her. She was my backbone, if I didn't have my backbone, I was just a limp embodiment of flesh and bones.

"I know it upset you. I felt it. I don't need you lying to me and pretending like it doesn't, though. I'm a man who doesn't express regret. You're damn lucky you're getting this,"

"I didn't ask for it!" I shout, pushing my hands hard into his chest. He doesn't move, and drops his head with a sigh. "Zara, I want you ..."

"Get the fuck away from me!" By now I'm thrashing around, kicking and punching, swearing and screaming Bloody Mary. His arms wrap around me and he holds me tightly in his grip. "Stop!"

I don't listen. "Move, Alaric! I don't want you touching me!"

My back hits the wall, and I can feel my eyes sting, but I can't tell if tears have started to fall as the shower water still pounds down on us and washes all traces away.

"I'm sorry ... I can't help this, Zara ... You are the person I've been looking for ..."

I shake my head, and exhale a breathless whimper, that is when I know that I am crying. He grabs my face with both his hands, forcing his lips onto mine. I almost forget he's even naked until something brushes against my leg and makes me push myself further into the wall. I grab his hands with my own, wanting to pry them off, but my fingers shake and my body all but gives in to his hard frame molding onto mine.

His cock is grazing me below, and I part my lips in a uncontrollable moan. This is all new to me. I don't know how to take it.

Alaric takes the sign as a gesture for more, because his tongue enters my mouth and I grow even weaker. Without his body against mine I would have already hit the floor. Alaric finally breaks the kiss.

A thin layer of saliva acts as proof that he'd really just mouth-raped me.

He buries his face into my neck, and breathes into it. "I need you,"

No!

I will not be something he can boast about winning over in less than ten minutes!

I find it in myself to push him off of me, and this time he actually staggers. I know his desire for sensual release has made him fragile to the touch.
"Alaric..." When I try to talk I realize just how breathless he's made me. I shake my head. "You need to go..."

***

Harley's Point Of View

"You need to go..." Zara whispers.

I remove my ear from the door, and watch it. I can only imagine what's going on in there. I wish so badly I could take a peek, just to know if I actually have a shot at this or if the pussycat will have him tonight. Finally, I hear Alaric let out a loud scoff, and then the sound of the shower door sliding open screeches out. It closes again --- Hard.

Seconds later he swings the bathroom door open with his clothes at his penis, and stops in his tracks when he sees me. He glances back at the shower, and I step back. He comes out to close the bathroom door as well. "What the hell are you doing in my room, Harley?" He asks me.

She turned him down. I can't believe she actually turned him down.

"Do you need something to help you tonight?" I ask him quietly.

He stares at me, like he's trying to see if I'm serious or pulling a joke on him, and sooner rather than later, his face falls, and he pushes his drenched hair back out of his face. "Lets go to your room," He mumbles.