An Enemy Called Mate

ZIVA

Suddenly, the van opened and bright lights flashed into the van, almost blinding my eyes. I had to cover my eyes with my hand, then the light was diverted.

As soon as the light was diverted, I positioned my hands into fighting fists, as I was prepared to punch or smack anyone who tried to attack.

Squinting my eyes through the light, I spotted the same guards who dragged me into the van earlier. They stood before me with their bright flashlights turned on.

Hastily, they approached me with their black boots making heavy sounds.

Dragging me by my arms, the men took me away from the van. Meanwhile, I screamed. I didn’t want to go to the Den, so I kicked my legs and shouted, “Help! I’m being kidnapped!”

I lied. Well, it was the best option I had in order to get help and have someone take me away from here.

“Tsk, did you even look at your surroundings?” One of the guards chuckled.

I opened my mouth to respond, but my voice caught in my throat. What could I say? The truth was, I hadn’t looked at my surroundings. I had been too focused on trying to escape. I had been so desperate to get out of the van that I hadn’t even noticed where I was.

Then, I looked around, scanning my surroundings.

The van, I, and the guards were not around trees or bushes. It looked like we were in some sort of building.

“Don’t be silly, you are in the Den already,” the other guard who might have noticed my gaze that wandered around spoke.

My eyes widened in fear, and I wriggled my wrists to get out of their grip, but it was of no use. Then, I screamed loudly, hoping that someone would hear me and help me get out of here, but there was no one around.

I looked forward, noticing the horizontal iron bars that stopped before us. I was dragged past it by a guard, and the bars closed without anyone touching it.

Perceiving an awful smell, I wrinkled my nose.

Not just one smell, it was different smells that mingled and made the air in that place a bit difficult for me to breathe. The first smell I perceived and could recognize was that of a smoke.

While working at the Granelma Pack as an Omega, I was used to cooking and cleaning Alpha Darwin’s meeting room where other Alphas met with him. They also have a smoking area there, so I’m pretty used to that.

Within a few minutes, my gaze came in contact with a group of men who were smoking cigarettes as they passed by. The smoke from their cigarettes drifted towards me, and the smell of tobacco filled the air.

I quickly turned my head away from them, trying to avoid inhaling the smoke as the smell of cigarettes made me feel slightly nauseous.

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The guards threw me to the floor, causing my hands to sweep away and my face to hit the floor. Also, the wounds on my knees scraped against the rough concrete, and the pain shot through my body.

Biting my lips, I stifled a groan. I had to place my hands on the floor in front of me to push myself up, slowly and carefully. Even though my knees were already throbbing from the fall, I managed to move.

Gritting my teeth, I blamed myself for attempting to make pasta as I slowly rose to my feet. Then, I clutched the nearby wall for support.

Once I was standing upright, I glanced at my wounds. My knees were bleeding badly more than before. I rubbed my face, my gaze landing on a woman in the corner.

She wore a black, short gown that exposed her cleavage. Also, her mouth danced as she chewed bubblegum and blew bubbles with her mouth.

The noises she made with her bubblegum were enough to remind me that I was still in the Den. Just then, I turned around, realizing that the guards were gone. They left me in the DEN.

What do I do?

I stood up to leave quickly, but the iron bars were closed. Hastily, I ran towards it, checking if I could open it. But there was some sort of machine attached to the bar so no matter how much I push it to open, it wouldn’t open except I use a card to open it.

Out of the blue, a low growl filled the air, causing my heart to race. I didn’t dare turn around to know the source of the growl, as my whole body trembled.

“Please let me out of here!” I yelled, feeling terrified and I hit the horizontal bars violently.

Suddenly, a large hand clamped down on my shoulder, yanking me around as my body shivered. I looked up and saw a row of snarling faces, their eyes staring at my body lustfully.

They were all men, and the woman I spotted earlier was not around me anymore.

“Please, I came here accidentally,” I uttered in a pleading tone, hoping that one of them would have mercy and believe me.

One of the men moved closer, and with that, my mind cooked up a statement, and I voiced it out.

“I-I’m your Alpha’s wife! Alpha Xander’s wife!” I stammered, and the man moving toward me paused. He gazed at me for a moment.

Suddenly, a chuckle echoed from his lips and the other men chuckled too.

The man approached me, and he snickered, “Do we look like fools who will fall for your lies?”

“Lies? No, I’m not lying!” I admitted quickly. I opened my mouth to say another word, but instantly, the man gripped my hand.

He raised my hand to his face and sniffed my wrist in a second.

“You don’t even have his scent or aura around you,” he spoke, causing me to bite my lips.

I took in his statement, and processed it. Does that mean that he expects the Alpha scents to be on my body, like we have been intimate?