An Enemy Called Mate

XANDER

An affair?

Hold on, that’s a better option than telling Alexei that I kissed Ziva. If I told him that I kissed Ziva, he might think of Ziva more as a family than our enemy and trust her blindly.

But if I told him that I kissed a random she-wolf, he would roll it off his mind since it’s fine to have a mistress.

“Yes, I have. Just today,” I replied. I placed the flask gently on the table and I unwrapped it.

“Hm, I know Ziva will be annoyed if she finds out, so keep it a secret. She wouldn’t like sharing you with another woman. But who is this person anyway?” Alexei began.

He winked, “The person seems to be good at taming you.” Then, he snapped his fingers, “I guess it was the same kiss that made you calm.”

“I guess so,” I replied, but he didn’t stop talking.

“What was it like? Rough?”

I let out a sigh, “Alexei, don’t cross the boundary with your nonsensical questions.”

“Come on, it’s just a harmless question!” Alexei spoke, as he glared at me, “Anyway, you are the one who made me stuck in this ward, so I have the right to ask every single question in my mind.”

“Yeah… Go on.” I ignored him, and opened the flask, revealing his meal.

“I asked, what was it like? Rough?”

“Soft… And gentle.”

“So, did anything else happen excluding the kiss?” Alexei leaned toward me.

“No.”

“I knew I had a dumb brother,” I heard him say under his breath.

He turned to me, “Next time, end the scene properly.”

“Says the dumbass who doesn’t have a girlfriend.”

Narrowing his eyes, Alexei huffed, “I know you plan to rub it in my face that I don’t have a girlfriend. But I told you, I will. Once I find my mate, she will be my first and only girlfriend.”

“Alright, alright, just have your meal and skip talking,” I said.

He smirked with a response. “She is pretty, right?”

“Yeah, yeah. Very pretty, slim, and inviting with a delicious scent. She seemed to be naive to others, but she wasn’t. She leaned into the kiss, like she wanted more, and she piss me off at times.”

“Hm,” Alexei nodded, and I served the food. He picked up a spoon and spoke, “Sounds like an interesting woman… You should ask her for a night.”

I scoffed, “Why should I do that?”

“You need her!” He glanced sideways and lowered his voice, “Hire her instead. I’m certain that you will never forget every night you spend with her.”

“If she could hear what you are saying, she would bury you alive.”

“Why? Do we know each other?” Alexei gasped. He clasped his hand over his mouth, then he whispered, “Is she Sorcha?”

“No!” I yelled and pointed at the flask. “Eat up, I’m leaving.”

“Alright,” Alexei nodded. He waved his hand dismissively at me, and I left the ward instantly.

Goodness, I didn’t know I had a talkative as a brother.Text content © NôvelDrama.Org.

I reached the car that would drive me back home and to my utmost surprise, I saw Ziva. She sat in the back seat with her full focus on her phone.

“Alpha, I’ve been questioning her about where she would like me to take her. But she didn’t reply,” The driver complained.

“It’s fine. We are heading to the mansion,” I replied, sitting next to Ziva who didn’t move one bit. Perhaps she is very busy with her phone.

The car sped off and halted, but Ziva didn’t step out. She kept staring at her phone.

“Hey,” I called out, and she didn’t flinch.

So, I touched her shoulder and just then she jolted away like she had been woken up from a nightmare.

“Oh, I am here,” she replied and stepped out of the car. I did the same and observed how she rushed into her room.

Curiously, I followed her. The door to her room was partially opened as she forgot to shut the door. Upon entering the room, I saw her on the bed with her gaze focused on her phone.

Earlier, I assumed that she left Alexei’s ward hurriedly because of my presence, but I guess I was wrong. It was because of her phone.

The phone screen was close to her pale face. Perhaps, she didn’t look pale or worried because of me too.

She bit her nails and scrolled down on the screen.

I should leave. I mean, I am not and will never be related to her. So, what’s my problem with her life?

“You are here?” Her voice echoed. I looked up and realized that she caught me. She turned on the night lamp and I walked inside.

“I was not following or watching you. Your door was opened, so I decided to check on you.”

“Okay, but you’ve seen me now,” Ziva forced a smile.

Is she trying to let me leave?

“And uhm…” I coughed, clearing my throat.

“Yeah, about that. You have a stain on your lips and you should consider wiping it off. Or else, everyone will see it, and start thinking,” Ziva uttered.

I nodded, and in an instant, she rushed into the bathroom. She returned to the room with a wet towel in her hand.

Stammering, she gestured to her bed, “You should have a seat. I can’t reach your face because you are a bit tall.”

“Sure,” I accepted her offer. I sat on her bed and she stood in front of me. She gently used the wet towel to wipe away the stain.

“All good now,” She voiced out, and I couldn’t help but let out a groan. She was the one who offered to wipe the stain away, but I’m the one who feel like I can’t resist.

Has she been adding potions to her gorgeous face? Or am I the one who seems to be attracted to her because it’s been long since I’ve had a woman on my bed?