chapter 8

Enisa

I tore my gaze away from Dracula and glanced at the other members at the table. Three men were sitting, including Dracula, and the girl I recognized as his girlfriend from the cafe was also there, glaring at me with jealousy evident in her eyes. I knew my outfit was going to do the trick. 

The other men at the table had lustful looks in their eyes, and I couldn't complain about the attention.

"Sorry, I came late. I had some business to attend to," I smiled and looked around everyone. The men smiled back, but Dracula's gaze remained fixated on me. 

I couldn't quite decipher what he was thinking, but I had succeeded in getting under his skin. Alora, his girlfriend, looked like she wanted to kill me. She tried talking to Dracula, but he remained focused on me. She wasn't pleased, as she shot me a hateful glance. 

My wolf, the sky, gave me an idea. Alphas were extremely protective of their mates, marked or not. if Dracula was a Lycan, his jealousy level would increase. Seeing other men lusting after me would surely affect him.

"It's alright, Enisa. Thank you for joining us," One of the men said, and I smiled in response.

"This is a donner, Miss Enisa, not a nightclub," Alora said, clearing her throat and attempting to fake a smile. 

Two can play this game.

"Don't worry, Alora. When I need your opinion, I'll be sure to ask for it," I retorted, returning a smile before focusing on my food. I had no idea I still had this in me, but her face looked like a volcano ready to erupt. 

Dracula dropped his fork loudly enough for everyone to hear the clanking. "I've lost my appetite. Meet me in the study room after dibber, Enisa,"  He said before leaving the room.

I took a deep breath. But at least my mission was accomplished.

Dinner was over, and I made my way to the study room. As much as I hated Dracula and wanted to disrespect him, I knew he was still a Lycan, thirty times more powerful than my wolf. He could tear her apart in seconds. I wasn't willing to take that risk. I was only 24 years old, with my whole life and kids ahead of me.

I opened the door slowly and entered. Dracula looked at me before dropping the phone. "You asked to see me?" I walked to the front of his table, realizing then that I had forgotten to change into something more appropriate before coming to see him. 

I wanted the other men at the table to see me and desire me. I wanted to make him restless with the amount of attention I received. But what I certainly didn't want was to be in the same room with him, wearing nothing but a short skirt that exposed more than half of my thighs and a top that revealed my breasts. 

"What's with that stunt you pulled at dinner?" He questioned, placing his hand on the table. I raised an eyebrow in confusion.

"I am afraid I don't understand what you mean," 

"Don't you dare play dumb with me, Enisa? Who were you trying to seduce, showing up at dinner dressed like a stripper?" One thing about Dracula was that, no matter how angry he was, he would never raise his voice. But that was extremely dangerous, as his silent anger was threatening. 

"So now I can't wear what I want?"

"You think this is a joke, don't you?" He laughed a little and stood up from his seat, walking towards me. But I wasn't going to show any weakness.

"I'm not the silly woman who was forcefully sold to you, Dracula. You think I'm someone you can just break or scare away."

He smirked as though he was having fun. What exactly was amusing to him? I can't understand this man.

"It's going to take more than moving mountains to break me," I angrily rolled my eyes. My heart didn't feel heavy anymore; it felt like a weight had been lifted. Like I've been lifted over something heavy. I felt the burden in my heart stabilize.

"Are you done?" he asked, placing His hands in the pocket of his trousers 

I scoffed and turned towards the door to leave. Dracula was never going to change.

"And where do you think you're going?" he asked, glaring at me, but I ignored him and placed my hand on the door handle.

In seconds, a force pushed the door back and slammed me onto the couch. I was lying there, facing him, and he was on top of me, pinning me down.

"What do you think you're doing?" I blurted out fearfully, trying to wiggle out of his hold, but none of my techniques worked. This guy was incredibly strong.

"I told you that the next time you speak to me in that way, you'd regret it," his eyes bore into mine with intensity.

I could feel the hairs on the back of my neck stand up. A whole new wave of emotions washed over me. Was it because he was my mate? I think the same thing happened to him, because within seconds, his lips crashed into mine, kissing me roughly, like a wolf starved of meat. 

"Mine!" he groaned into my mouth. I tried to push him away, to fight the current that ran through my body. My body was willing, my wolf was willing, but my mind was still hurt. 

"Ai..Dracula ." I blurted out in a warning for him to stop before my body completely gave in, I couldn't fight it anymore.

His hands slipped down my skirt and direct in between my thighs, he shifted my panties to a corner and his fingers lingered around my clit, his lips never leaving mine.

Immediately, he stopped. I stared at him in confusion, he stood up from the chair and pointed at the door.

"Leave" He commanded.