Chapter 3: In Enemy Territory

The House of Mortem; North of the Realm

Olive's POV

The choke-hold around my neck was so powerful that I forgot how to breath. I felt the strength of his hand threatening the life out of my lungs. My eyes bulged under the crescent, and I saw the betrayal of the moon again.

"You... deceived me." I gnashed at the moon, scratching my way out of my captor's hold to, but no avail.

"You're supposed to be begging for your life, young lass." Though, I couldn't clearly see who it was, the voice of my captor was surprisingly smooth to my hearing. I expected a hoarse voice from a killer of his kind.

"N... Ne...ver!" I dug a claw into his forearm, but he didn't bulge. Instead, his grip tightened around my neck. I thought I was going to die.

"This is not the time to act brave, young lass. We need you to__"

I flipped the hood of the cape open to reveal my face. If they saw I was their princess, I'd be safe, I thought.

He released his hold on my neck, letting me crash to the root of the tree. I held my neck with one hand, coughing and gasping for breath, and grateful I wasn't dead yet.

I struggled to my feet, supporting my weight with my left hand drawing strength from the stem of the tree. I lifted my face to look at the guard who had rough-handled me, but I lost the ability to make utterances when our eyes met.

"What do you want from me, you piece of__ "

"You're his daughter!" He said with his brows knotted into an examining frown. I felt his eyes traveling the lengths of my body from my boots, until he settled his blue orbs on my grey ones.

"And you're his enemy." I stood, surprised. He wore a black fitting tunic that hugged his buffy chest, and a black leggings that complemented his black leather boots. He had thick long midnight-black hair packed behind his head, with a chiseled face that seemed to wear a permanent smile.

He had an overcoat of hay strapped across his broad shoulders like a cape. I presumed he wore it to hide his presence under the cover of darkness. His face was streaked in Kohl or coal, or a black substance of some sort to improve his camouflage.

"Princess Olive, Alpha Kazamir's only daughter."

"Alpha Orvyn, my father's only enemy." I retorted.

"I should be the one asking the questions here." He advanced with a step, and folded his arms under his chest.

"No." I took a step forward in equal measure, and mimicked his stance. "I should be the one asking the questions here."

"I'm your captor, Princess Olive."

"And you're in my territory, Alpha Orvyn."

"Stop throwing my words back at me, Princess."

"And stop standing on my way, Alpha." I swiveled to run far away from him, and perhaps, back to my father. But before I could take a step, his firm grip caught me by the elbow. He twirled me into his arms in one swift move that left my forehead rebounding on his ripped chest.

His hand locked my fragile arm behind my back, making it impossible for me to wring myself free of his hold. Strangely, I felt comfortable in his arms. The top of his tunic was unstrapped, which left the inside of the chest visible to the eye.

He smelled of Jasmine oil. My favourite ointment.

I thought I'd seen it all when I gawked at Drustian, but here was a man who had my tongue tied and my knees buckling. But he was no ordinary man- he was my father's enemy.

My father's enemy shouldn't be this breathtaking! It broke all the laws in the world!

"Didn't your father teach you some etiquettes required of a lady?" His voice came out honeyed.

"What were you expecting?" I arched my brows. "Suck your dick?" I never wanted to, but my voice was laden with sonorous seductions that I never knew I controlled. Certainly, I had never fallen in love, except for the crush I had for Drustian. Even Drustian never got to hear me speak in that manner.

"You may as well be on your knees and get to it." I felt his shaft bulge beneath his leggings, which sent hot chills down my curved spine.

I wanted to feel the strength of his cock in my hand. But it's a pity be had the same hand locked behind me.

"You think you've got balls to handle me?" I smirked.

"I think I've got the dick to make you shiver for more." A smug expression turned up the corner of his lips.

"Do not let your ego get the better of you... Alpha."

"Do not let your mouth get what would make it suffer."

The thought of deep-throating his dick doubled the butterflies in my tummy. I never thought about it before. I heard from the castle walls that the men who visited the whore house climaxed faster when sucked before getting fucked. They said it made them come back for more.

Trying it on Alpha Orvyn was going to be my debut. I wanted to forget all my father and Alpha Cassian did to me the night they took my maiden head.

Our lips were few inches apart, begging to be kissed. I felt the heat from our bodies melt into each other, wanting each other's touch so ravenously. I certainly do not know if he had the same affection towards me, but with the erection he was having, I could bet Alpha Cassian's eyes that he wanted me.

And that, badly.

"Try me,'' my lips parted slightly. "And see what I'm capable of."

"Hmmm. Perhaps, you have done this before, have you not?"

"Perhaps."

"Hold on a minute," he released me from his grasp. "Aren't we supposed to be discussing the terms of your release?"

The haze in my eyes cleared immediately, steading it with my sassiness.

"You're still in my territory. And the way I see it, you're the one in danger here, not me!"

"You think so?" He chuckled softly, which got me a little at alert. There's only much a man's pride can do for him. At the jaws of death, he cowers. He must cower.

But why not him? Why isn't he scared of coming alone into enemy territory?

He catcalled thrice and stopped, looking at me with a smug expression on his face.

Almost immediately, the night came alive with men draped in the same material as his, pulling out of the shadows. They had been around the whole time, and I never had the slightest hint of their presence.

He came prepared indeed. Poor me.

"You can't do this to me. My father will__"

I couldn't finish my statement before a rabbit punch landed at the back of my neck, which sent me tumbling to the ground. The last thing I saw was the sinister glow in Alpha Orvyn's eyes, and the smiling crescent peeping down at me.