Beyond Enemy Lines: Never Love You Again

Secret crush

Wade

I am already having breakfast when my cousin Warren walks in. I bet he already had his morning run and push-ups.

“Morning, sleepyhead. Ready to another piss-off the L-pack Princess day?” he asks before taking a seat.

I shoot him a warning stare and he cracks up. The prick knows how sensitive that name is here.

“Yah, looking forward to that test. I am going ace it,” I respond loudly as my dad and his bimbo walk in.

“Morning Dad,” I greet and ignore the fake woman holding his arm. Her being here is another reason I hate the L-pack. She would have remained Dad’s shameless mistress had mother been alive. Now she is a constant irritant to my eye.

“Morning to you too, Son,” the bimbo greets and takes a seat next to Dad. She acts all nice around my father but as evil as they come.

“Vlei is your son,” I correct her and continue eating. Just the thought of having her as a mother makes me want to puke.

Dad shakes his head and dishes up his breakfast. He has accepted that I will never accept his Luna. He can’t force me to be nice to a woman he cheated on my mother with.

“We are meeting the H-pack today. A collaboration with them might be what we need to wipe out the L-pack,” he informs me and I nod.

The H-pack hate the L-pack as much as we do, if not more.

“I will be here immediately after school,” I inform him.

As the heir to the throne, I have to attend every meeting. It is also a way of making sure that my forward stepbrother knows his place.

“Your principal called. You and that L-pack girl at it again?” he questions while I swallow my saliva. Mr Smith must be fed up with us to even report me to my dad.

“Listen, the school is neutral ground, that’s the ultimate law,” he continues while I nod.

“Steve has plans to get rid of that L-pack ant. Until then, behave yourself and stay clear of her.”

A cold chill descends from my spine at his words. Steve is his righthand man. He is a very efficient and a capable killer, who never leaves any evidence behind. This means Lira is as good as dead, unless I do something about it.

“Yes, Sir.”

We have just reached school when Warren pulls me to the side.

“What are you going to do?”

I know exactly what he is asking, but I raise my eyebrow and act naïve.

“About Steve elimination your secret crush,” he proceeds, his lips curling into a smile. The bastard is on to me.

I curse inside. I thought I had effectively hidden my feelings for our rival’s hot, volatile princess.

“Hey, I am your man. I have your back, always,” he reassures. He is my first cousin and best friend. I have no doubt that he would die for me if the need ever rises.

“The L-pack killed your parents,” I point out and see his jaw clench before he reminds me of decades of animosity between us and the L-pack.

“Yes, and your mother, sister, our grandparents and great grandparents.”

I shrug my shoulders. “Then you know why I can’t do anything.”

There is no future for anything I might feel for Lira, no matter which angle I look at it. That, unfortunately does not seem to stop the dreams and I have about her. It does not quench this uncontrollable longing I have to be always around her. I don’t care if she is fuming and shooting daggers at me, the hour alone with her in detention is what I look forward to.

It is midday when the hockey team finishes their match and my drop-dead-gorgeous enemy heads to the showers. I can’t help myself but hide her clothes. Knowing her, she will do something crazy as retaliation. That will get me the time alone with her.

I am sitting at the cafeteria with Warren and the boys when the hot ball of madness shows up, naked.

Smooth, golden tanned skin, brown piercing eyes and luscious lips that leave you wondering how they taste. Then there are her just perfect breasts that are currently just staring at me. Her bootylicious body is completely exposed for every hormone driven boy here. s**t! This chick is everything!

The boys are going crazy behind her, raising an uncomfortable feeling I should not have. She is tearing at me while all I want is hold her in my arms.

I don’t know how I manage to keep my cool and walk all the way to detention without punching the guys taking her photographs.

Great! Now the boys have my woman on their phones.

“Why the heck did you walk around the school naked? Have you graduated to p**********n now?” I grit my teeth. I sometimes wish she was not such a daredevil.

Before I know it I have completely lost control and passionately kissing her. I can’t help myself but pull her closer and try to saturate the hunger I have been suppressing. She is clearly shocked. I expect her to slap me, but she kisses me back. Now this is heaven!

“Do you love her?” Warren asks.

“It was a kiss, Warren. I don’t even know what it means. I don’t have my wolf yet, so it can’t be the bond.”

Not that we would be together if we were mates. Her pack does not honour mate bonds and we are enemies.

“You can never risk losing family and your life for something you don’t know,” Warren insists.

I know what he means, but I have not had a chance to analyse what is going on with me. Maybe I am intentionally avoiding thinking about it.

“Let me ask it this way. What would you do if you knew that Steve was going to poison her at her friend’s birthday party this evening?” Warren presses on.

“How do you know this?” I ask and the i***t cracks up. Warren has this sense of humour that makes all the cruelty around us bearable. He can be irritating at times, but I appreciate his loyalty.

“I am invited to the party and I heard Steve on the phone with the chef,” he responds with a voice laced with amusement. He is enjoying this.

“Why are you telling me this?”

“Because you are my man and I want to see what you do about this,” he says and busts out into laughter when I shake my head.

The meeting with the H-pack is what we have been waiting for. It took them five years to recover from the attack by the L-pack. They are as ready as we are to ambush the enemy.

“We wipe out everyone once and for all,” Dad says and Alpha Hugh affirms.

“There shall be no L-pack left when we are done with them.”

Dad pops a bottle of an exclusive wine to celebrate. The plan is full proof and should get rid of every L-pack member.

I excuse myself and head to my room. I should be happy that my family and pack’s spilled blood will finally be avenged, but I am at the crossroads. I don’t want my detention partner dead.