THE UNLIKELY PAIR

SORAYA’S POV

To my parents I am at my best friend’s house studying for tomorrow’s test. FYI there is no test, it is the only excuse I could use to get out of the house. My parents are tad bit overprotective and would shield me from an ant bite if they can. 

I am the only child of Alpha Kendrick, and our Pack, Dark River Pack is one of the strongest and biggest Pack in this part of the world. Father has lots of enemies because of whom he is, and as such he does everything within his power to protect the apple of his eye. 

Me

Being as smart as I am, I managed to slip past the bodyguard he placed on me. And I wouldn’t have done it without the help of my best friend, Nia. 

I smirk once again at my smartness as I park my Red Camero before the Pulse, the most popular club in the city. I take down my mirror for a little touch up before I step out. 

It is Friday evening, which sane teenager stays home on Friday night. Well, almost no one, except Nia. My best friend, is good two shoes. Studious, nerdy, and dislikes anything fun. We work because I am quiet the opposite. 

Most would call me a hand full, and I am most definitely proud of it. Life is meant to be enjoyed, not just lived, and I plan to have all the fun in this world before taking over from my father as the next Alpha. 

Bang! 

My eyes goes wide disbelief as someone hits the back of my baby. No they didn’t!

I fly out of my car, body vibrating with fury, and goes to inspect the back of my baby. “Who the fuck is so fucking blind as a bat to hit a parked car!” I raved, going toward the driver side of the Black Audi. 

“Are you blind? Did you not see me?! If you can’t fucking see at night then don’t fucking drive!” 

The door opens and a very tall, slender built, dressed in leather gentleman steps down, and as my eyes meets his icy brown ones. My heart sinks to the bottom of my stomach. 

You have got to be kidding me. It is Draven Fucking Knight. The most insufferable, arrogant son of a bitch. Draven is the son of Alpha Keith, Alpha of Nighshade Pack, our neigbours. 

Draven and I have never seen eye to eye. He gets on my nerves at every chance he gets. Since kindergarten he has been tormenting me. He taunts me at every giving opportunity. 

Let’s say we are like oil and water. I hate him. I can’t stand his arrogance. He fucking thinks he is better than everyone with his superior attitude. 

And it is most annoying because he is fucking gorgeous. Not that I think so. I mean lots of girls believes, and I am certainly not one of them. 

“Is there a problem?” He asked in that annoyingly deep baritone tone that sounds like a bass drum, smooth as a cup of hot chocolate. 

My jaw drops at his question, and I gawk at him like he is insane. Of course he is. Who in their fucking right mind hits someone and ask if their is a fucking problem. 

I took a deep breath to calm myself because I am a second away from strangling him. “You hit me!” I drawled slowly like he is a retard that needed me to speak drag the words out for him to understand. 

His eyes narrows, as he snaps. “If you didn’t want to be hit then don’t block the road with your car.” 

Did he just imply it is my fault. Unbelievable. I am not fucking blocking the road and I can’t believe he just tried to shift the blame on me. 

Without thinking, I take his hand and drag him out to the road. Yes my car is parked a little too close to the club’s entrance, but there is plenty of space left for anyone with eyes to drive into the club without having to hit me. 

Something I don’t hesitate to point out to the tall buffalo beside me. I gesticulated with my hand while pointing out the wide space he could have used to drive past without having to fucking hit me. 

I turn to see if he was listening only to find his attention else where. He is staring at our joined hands. 

Realising that I was looking, he looks at me, a sly smile playing across his lips. “You have a very soft hand.” 

“Ew! Don’t ever say shit like that,” I drop his hand like it is hot potato, my face twisted with disgust. 

He smirks, moving closer. 

My heart jumps. 

Fucking heart stay still. Now is not the time, especially not to him. I rather be attracted to a monkey than to the conceited, deranged boy before me. 

“Why?” 

What the fuck does he mean by why? Has he not be present this past eighteen years of our lives where he made my life a living hell. 

“You are beautiful, Soraya,” he raises his hand toward my cheek, but I smack it away before it could touch me and frowned at him. “Are you high?” What game is the bastard playing? I wouldn’t put it past him. 

I know I am beautiful, but Draven Knight complimenting me? That is a sign of doom. I narrow my eyes at him, searching his melting brown eyes for his obvious plot, because there has to be one. 

“I love it when you are angry,” he purrs moving closer again. 

The traitorous organ in my chest leaps again. What the fuck is going on? “Stay back!” I warn stepping away from him. 

I fucking hate how nervous I sounded.

He smirks and takes another step again. 

Yep, it is official he is taunting me like he has always done in the past, only this time is playing dirty. 

Bastard. 

I go to move only to find out I can’t fucking move. Why can’t I escape? My eyes bulges out of their socket, as his hand drops beside me on the roof the car and he leans in.

DRAVEN’S POV

She is so easy to tease, and hot. I continue to lower my head even as she moves her face backwards until she could no longer evade my approaching lips. Her eyes closes as my lips hangs over hers. I smirk to myself and watch her beautiful face anticipate my kiss. 

I wanted so badly to kiss her, but not now. She is not ready. What the blonde doesn’t know is that she belongs to me, and time is coming for me to claim what is mine. I have been patient enough. 

I hoover my lips a breath above hers. Another move I will be kissing her. My lips curl when I feel her shiver. “If you want me to kiss you beg for it.” I whisper close to her ear. 

Her eyes flies open, those beautiful ashen eyes glows with fury before she raises her hand and slaps me. 

It stung, but nothing I couldn’t take. 

I rub my cheek. “So that is a no on kissing me?” I raised a brow at her. 

She glares at me. “Get the fuck away from me! You psycho.” She pushes me away, and creates a distance between us. 

I smile at her. I love it when she is infuriated. 

“Stop fucking smiling and tell me what the fuck are you going to do about my fucking car?!” She snaps, her finger furioiusly pointing at her car. 

“You know you have a dirty mouth,” I observe casually while taking out my phone. I hadn’t intentionally hit her, but had been distracted by phone. I was on the phone with Tarren, my twin when I banged into her car. 

“What did you say?” She snarls, her eyes narrowed. Oh how hot she looks. Those pink kissable lips begging for my kiss and her breast? 

Her smooth, pale cleavage heaves with each furious rise and fall of her chest. “I said do you kiss your mother with that mouth?” I clicked my tongue at her, acting disappointed. 

If looks could kill I would be dead right now. 

“Do you want another slap?” 

“Most definitely not,” I say innocently with a twinkle in my eyes. “Also,” I drawl softly. 

“What?” She demands impatiently. 

“You owe me a kiss,” I smirk and dial the number of our mechanic to come and pick up our cars.