Beyond Enemy Lines: Never Love You Again

Lira “Morning, Princess,” Father greets before planting a kiss on my forehead and taking his seat next to Mother on the table. I nod my head and swallow the food in my mouth. “Morning, Dad.” “Mr Smith called…” I swallow hard and curse inside. The principal calling my father is never a good thing. “Stop messing with that W-pack pestilent,” he warns and sneers at the W-pack, our sworn enemies, while Mother shifts uncomfortable in her seat. “He is the one always on my face,” I grit my teeth, my fist clenching involuntarily. There is no one in this world who gets on my nerves more than Wade of W-pack. “Remember that the school is neutral ground, Princess,” he reminds me. “Yes, Dad.” “Luke and I will take care of that i***t. Just listen for once and keep your distance from him,” my big brother Lenard instructs angrily. He is more of an authoritarian around here now. More ruthless than dad and unforgiving. I seem to get on his nerves a lot. It does not help that he is the heir to the throne with an Alpha wolf. “Got it.” He clears his throat and glares at me. “Yes, Alpha Lenard,” I correct myself while rolling my eyes in my head. I don’t even address our parents as Alpha or Luna, yet he insists on it. He thinks that I am spoiled and too assertive. That is not acceptable in his books. Dad better live longer until I get my own wolf and be independent because I can bet on my life that it will be his mission to set me straight. There is nothing out of ordinary at school. Our hockey team won as usual. I walk out of the girl’s bathrooms, fuming. Wade has no idea what I am made off. I don’t need any witnesses, he is the only one immature and stupid enough to mess with me. The i***t must think I will be stuck in the bathrooms when he took my clothes. I storm out in my undies with both my fists clenched. I will show him what I am made of today. The curious stares and whistles don’t bother me as I march to the his selected corner at the cafeteria. He looks shocked when he sees me before he smirks, “Oh! What do we have here? The L-pack princess feels like modelling for us tod…” I pounce at him before he completes his sentence. “s**t! You are crazy!” he exclaims, caught off guard while I use all my energy to tear his designer shirt apart. I feel exhilarated as the material tears until he is shirtless, but I am not done with him. Like hell am I going to be the only one walking naked at school during recess time. The rest of his gang stand aside and watch the show. They have gotten used to the two of us tearing at each other, but they also don’t want to be caught up in our pack wars. “Oh! You have not seen crazy. You will bring back my clothes this moment or I will show you what psycho looks like,” I say, ready to gouge his eyes out. “All this drama just for clothes, princess? Is the L-pack so bankrupt that they can’t afford to buy you any?” he smirks right when Mr Smith shows up. Dam it! This is going to be another detention for us. “What’s going on here? You two again?” he asks, unimpressed while everyone disperses as if they don’t know us. “She started it, Sir,” the i***t accuses. The nerve of the is man! “The i***t took my clothes. He obviously started it, Sir,” I object, too angry and breathless to explain more. Wade folds his arms across his chest and blames me. “Do you perhaps have a witness to that, Princess? Because I have many who saw you assault me.” “Enough! You will leave your pack wars out of my school. Do you hear me?” Mr Smith yells angrily with veins bulging on his neck. “Yes, Sir,” we respond in unison. “Detention, both of you!” he announces. Whew! At least we are not expelled. We have been in detention almost every day since this year began. He would be within his rights to expel us. “Yes, Sir,” we respond in unison again and march to detention for the fourth time this week. “Why the heck did you walk around the school naked? Have you graduated to p**********n now?” the i***t asks the moment Mr Smith closes the door behind us. “Go to hell!” I yell and curse under my breath when the door swings open and Mr Smith peeps in. “One more hour,” he announces our punishment for breaking the stay silent while in detention rule. Just great! I have to be here with this pestilent sixty more minutes. “You are a despicable coward!” I hiss at Wade the moment the door closes. He stole my clothes and has the audacity to call me a p********e. “I am despicable? I will show you despicable,” the i***t threatens before swinging me around. My heart hammers against my chest, an adrenaline surge pulsating through my veins. He is obviously physically fitter than me. Those completely exposed bulging biceps and hefty chest are evidence of that, but I never take crap from anyone. I instinctively clench my fists, ready to fight back. I completely freeze when his lips cover mine. His arms wrap around my waist, pulling me closer as he hungrily explores my mouth with a possessive urgency that should terrify me. My stomach flips and toes curl. This must be what butterflies in the stomach feels like. This is so enticing. My heart hammers like a drum against his chest. So many things are wrong with this. I still only have my underwear on while he is shirtless, making this too intimate. Not only that, this man is my enemy. I am pretty certain that our families would skin us alive for this. That thought should be enough to snap me out of whatever this is. Keyword is should, it does not. Warning bells go off in my head as my arms instinctively wrap around his neck. What witchcraft this! I am breathless and basking in my enemy’s embrace, enjoying every moment when I hear the sound of approaching footsteps. I push him off and rush to sit on the chair on the front right corner. He does the opposite and sits on the chair on the left back corner. That is how we usually spend detention. No talking and no looking at each other until the time is up. The door swings open and Mr Smith comes into my view. “Here are your clothes. Get dressed,” he instructs and leaves before I can utter a thank you. I let out a sigh of relief. That was close. Mr Smith or anyone else could have seen us. I don’t know what the i***t was thinking kissing me, but no one can ever find out about this or we are both finished. Blood or not, betrayal in the our packs is harshly punished. I throw the shirt at him, quickly get dressed and take a sit. My head is in chaos, trying to analyse what just happened. I have a headache by the time the alarm goes off. Jumping on my feet, I rush out and head to my class.