An Enemy Called Mate

XANDER

Later, what caught my attention was Ziva’s continuous scream. I gazed at her and noticed how she stared at me with her eyes wide open.

Also, I shouldn’t forget how she screamed, and looked messy, with leaves in her hair and scratches on her face.

It is disgusting to recall that I saved her, but what other option did I have?

If I hadn’t saved her, she would have been added to the list of my mates or women who died. I hated rumors, so I saved her, just like I would have done to my pack members.

I took the blanket Lance held and covered my bare skin with it.

Since I had taken care of the rogues and the pack was no longer in havoc, I decided to leave. Also, I was uninterested in whatever the Ziva girl wanted to say.

“Incrociami nella mia ufficio,” I said to Lance, as I walked away from their presence.

(Meet me in my office)

Screech!

A screech echoed, as a car parked by my side. It must have been the car Lance boarded for me. I stepped inside and it sped off to the mansion.

I reached my office, almost changing into a jacket, but the sound of a knock disrupted my actions.

Sniff! Sniff!

“It’s Lance,” Maz uttered, upon perceiving Lance’s scent.

“Come in,” I replied, and the door opened slowly, revealing Lance.

“Have a look at the goods stolen and the shops the rogues destroyed,” I uttered in an authoritative tone, “And fix the destroyed goods, return the stolen ones too.”

“Sure,” Lance nodded.

“I would also like to visit the rogues in the cell. They seem to be more determined this time, even though they failed woefully.”

“Alright, Alpha.”

I snapped my fingers as I recalled that Ziva wanted to meet her father earlier, and I had perceived his scent around her while saving her.

“Did Alpha Darwin leave before the rogues attacked?” I questioned.

“Yes,”

“What’s the duration between the time he left and the rogue’s arrival?”

“From the pack members perspective… about two minutes.”

“Seems like that was his plan.”

“Huh?”

“Never mind, just prepare the rogues for questioning. I will be with them in a minute.” I commanded.

“Alright, Alpha,” Lance nodded. He left the room while I changed into a leather jacket and dark trousers.

After I had changed, I moved to the rogue’s cell.

The rogue’s cell was nestled deep within the heart of my pack’s territory. Constructed with thick, weathered stone and reinforced with silver-lined bars, it stands as a formidable structure. The entrance is guarded by guards, each armed with silver weaponry to ensure that the rogues don’t escape.Property © NôvelDrama.Org.

I walked forward, and a hush fell over the guards. The massive door, reinforced with silver runes, swings open with a creak. I strode into the cell area. Meanwhile, Lance was there already.

He gestured toward another direction and I followed. Then, the rogues came into view. Sadly, the other rogues escaped, while only two of them were caught.

The rogues were confined and upon reaching the silvery bar, I paused, glaring at them. Shortly, one of them glanced up, like he had perceived my scent.

The bars moved, revealing the rogue who gazed at me. Without wasting time, the guards walked in.

They dragged the rogue to the table, forcing him to sit, even though he groaned and struggled. He didn’t have much strength and the guards seemed stronger than him because they had injected wolfsbane into him.

After he was forced to sit, the guards cuffed his wrists with silver cuffs. I sat on the opposite chair and snapped my fingers. Instantly, the guards brought the Lunar Agony Collar.

They clasped it around his neck, and it was sealed there.

“What was that?” the rogue questioned with a husky voice as he tried to take a peek at the collar.

“It’s an Agony Collar, a specially crafted collar infused with silver and lunar magic for ignorant rogues like you,” I uttered, with a wide smile appearing on my face.

I continued, “When triggered, it sends waves of excruciating pain through the werewolf wearing it.”

The rogue’s eyebrows jumped in fear at that moment. Suddenly, his brows relaxed into a thin line, and an evil chuckle escaped from his lips.

Gasps echoed from the guards at his bravery, and I was surprised that he could laugh at me. No rogue in their right mind would do that.

“Do you think I will believe you? Keep dreaming, Xander,” he said, sarcasm tinted at the end of his statement.

My hands clenched into fists instantly, as my claws pierced my palm. Right at that moment, I could kill the rogue swiftly. But I needed answers, not dead bodies.

I released my fists, calming myself before I glanced back at the rogue who had started chuckling. With another snap of my finger, the guard handed me a remote.

“You will believe me in no time,” I replied, with a smirk. The rogue stopped laughing as he analyzed the serious expression on my face.

Without hesitating, I pressed the button on the remote that increased the intensity of the pain that would be inflicted on the rogue.

In a snap, the rogue let out a growl, a growl that was mixed with his wolf’s groan in pain. The sound was satisfying and I was excited about Lance’s decision to get the Agony Collar. It was superb!

I pressed the other button, deactivating the remote.

“It seems like you believe me now, don’t you?” I asked sarcastically.

The rogue on the other hand leaned back into his chair as he let out a sigh.

“What do you want from me?”

“Hahaha!” I broke the silence around us with my laughter which was far louder than his.

“I love it when you behave like a good little wolf. About the question you asked, I should be directing that question to you. Of all large packs with strong Alphas, you and your filthy group chose my pack!” I laughed again. Inwardly, I laughed at the rogue’s foolishness or maybe ignorance.

“Was your brain malfunctioning at that time or were you just ignorant?!” I spoke with a commanding tone. However, the rogue seemed to be a bit relaxed.

“None,” The rogue replied quickly, catching me off guard.

“What the hell!” Maz growled. No rogue has ever been this confident. Even my scent alone makes them shiver but this rogue here… is very different.