Feisty Firework

Scarlett

" K illing me was harsh, don't you think?" Hank chuckles, trying to play it off. But really? That's a bit much, don't you think? Do you maybe like me or something?

Irritation floods through me and I stand up, smacking the bottle.

Shame it isn't real, I remark through the mind-link.

Take that back.

"You're pathetic." Turning, I storm off back to the bar and grab a drink as I sit down. His face makes my blood boil. Why do I feel like he remembers exactly what he tried to do? I can't be fucking delusional, I'm sure.

"You should come back. What's the point of being over here alone?" Hank asks from behind me.

I tense, unable to believe that he has the balls to play innocent. To my further irritation, he takes the seat beside me.

"What part of the sentence that I want to be alone, don't you get?" I snap in irritation.

Hank smirks, not the same smile he had at the table but an antagonising smile that no one behind us can see.

"Come on, Scarlett, it's no big deal. Play nice or I'm sure you know that I can bite, too." He winks at me but I refuse to entertain him. I turn away from him, not wanting to waste any more of my time on him than I already have.

Really? You're going to show this much attitude at our Alpha's party? Don't play so hard to get. You're a gorgeous she-wolf, but don't let that go to your head. You aren't better than me, he says, placing his hand on my thigh and squeezing it.

I jerk away, my heart thumping violently as I jump away from him. My stool is knocked to the ground with a loud bang, capturing the attention of everyone around us. He jumps to his feet, feigning surprise.

"Don't. You. Ever. Do that again!" I snarl, a flashback of that night coming to the forefront of my mind. ‘You aren't better than me'... those words… that's what he said to me that night.

Anger bubbles to the surface and my eyes flash silver, my aura swirling around me and I shove him with all my fucking strength, knocking him back.

Don't cause so much drama. Why do you play so hard to get? Get off your high horse. I am the future Delta, remember that! He steps closer, his eyes flashing. He might be a delta. But I'm a fucking alpha.

"Fuck you, Hank!" I hiss, shoving him away from me, but this time he is prepared and grabs hold of my arms, making disgust rush through me. Don't touch me!

Why not? Do you think you're too good for me? he growls menacingly, his grip tightening on my arms as I try to push him off. "Show some respect, Scarlett," Hank hisses.

"I said get your hands off of me!" I shout just as Elijah and the others reach us, and my eyes blaze seeing the hint of a smirk on Hank's face as he dares challenge me.

Or what?

I see fucking red and my head squeezes with rage. That night, those taunting smirks, their satisfaction of trying to overpower me slam through my mind and I punch him in the face just as a strong pair of arms wrap around my waist dragging me back, only making the panic and rage rise.

"Don't touch me!" I scream, remembering the way I was held that night. I'm not done. I will never let anyone hurt me again! Struggling to get free, I extract my claws ripping through Hank's shirt and slash through his flesh, satisfied at the three deep claw marks that I've left from his neck and across his chest, making Hank growl in agony.

"Red! Calm down! I'm here!"

Elijah?

Hank steps forward, his eyes blazing when Aaron steps in front of me, blocking him and Fiona rushes to her brother's side.

"Just calm down, Hank," Aaron says as Fiona runs over to her brother, clutching onto his arm worriedly.

"Easy there, . Come on girl, calm down," Elijah murmurs soothingly, not releasing me from his hold as I feel him rub my arm as if trying to calm me.

"Let go of me, Elijah. Tell him to keep the fuck away from me or I'll tear him to shreds!" I spit venomously.

You weren't so brave that night, Hank taunts through the mind-link, making me freeze. Stunned, my head snaps up as I stare at him, feeling sick.

My assumption is confirmed.

My heart thuds as I stare at him, my eyes simmering silver as hatred festers within me.

"Let go of me!" I snarl. "Elijah, fucking hell, I said let go!" I scream, feeling a surge of power swirl around me and my wolf's voice blends with my own. Forcing everyone around us to step back, Hank included. But fuck, it didn't work on the man holding me.

"What on earth…" Aaron murmurs, paling as Monica stares at me, her eyes wide.

"Fiona! Get him out of here!" Elijah commands.

This isn't fucking over. I won't tolerate disrespect. I'll teach you a lesson, Scarlett, Hank promises through the mind-link.

"Come on, Hank. Let's go," Fiona whispers, dragging her brother away.

"Yeah, fuck off!" I snarl.

Just you fucking wait, you're going to pay for these scratches! Hank's words only make my rage heighten. I glare at him as Fiona leads him away and I continue to fail in setting myself free.

Elijah's got me completely off the ground, so I'm not even able to get a proper footing to throw him off.

"I'll take her inside. Best to call it a night," Elijah says to the others.

"Are you going to be ok, Scarlett?" Liam asks.

"Tell your friend to let me go!" I snarl.

"Not happening," Elijah grunts as I hit him in the ribs. "Fuck. Calm down, Red!"

"Don't tell me what to do! I'm going to kill that bastard!" I snap, as Elijah suddenly lifts me up and tosses me over his shoulder pinning my arms to my waist as he wraps one arm tightly around me, carrying me inside as everyone else leaves.

"You can't threaten to kill a pack member, Scarlett. No matter how much they irritate you," he says sharply, which only makes my blood boil, feeling his Alpha aura emanating from him and feeling it weigh down on me making me growl.

"Don't try to command me!" I hiss.

"Not that it seems to work," he sighs as he carries me upstairs.

Although I am still struggling, I am no longer shouting, not wanting Mama or Dad to hear me. He tries my door handle, but I locked it earlier.

"Put me down."

"I'm not done with you, Red," he replies quietly. I know he's pissed, but I don't really fucking care.

He opens his own door, stepping inside, continuing to ignore me, even when I try to kick him in the stomach. He shuts the door and strides over to his bed, dumping me unceremoniously onto it making me whimper as my head hits the mattress.

His eyes dip to my breasts and I glare at him, hating that he's distracting me. I sit up only for him to instantly push me back, making me gasp as he pins me to the bed, one knee on the bed beside me.

"Calm down, Red. What the hell happened?" he asks me, something I think might be concern in his eyes, as he searches mine for an answer. I'm far too aware of the chiselled angle of his jaw, the way his lips curve, the way his hair falls over his forehead…

"Don't get in my business. Did I ask you for help?" I growl, trying not to pay attention to our proximity.

"I'm your Alpha. It's my job to keep my pack in check. How can I help if you won't tell me what happened?" he asks in exasperation.

Help me? No one can fucking help me without me being painted as the bad guy. "I don't care. Now get the hell off me," I warn him.

"Not until you're calm," he replies stubbornly. Struggling against his hold, I aim a kick at him, but he's faster and stronger. In a flash, he has his leg over mine, straddling me as he sits on my thighs, restricting my legs completely as he glares down at me.

My heart thunders as I stop struggling, my eyes flickering to his bulging biceps and I'm very aware of our position.

"Don't make this harder than it has to be, Red," he warns, his eyes darkening.

I frown, breathing hard as my anger begins to fade. I take a deep shuddering breath, only for it to be stolen from me when his gaze dips to my breasts. He swallows hard as his eyes, now cobalt blue, flicker up to mine, making it harder to breathe.

What is that emotion in them?

"Okay. I'm calm. Now let me go," I whisper, trying not to glare at him. My heart hammers as his gaze falls to my lips and I hear the change in his heartbeat. "Elijah, get off me," I breathe, feeling my core throb. His eyes flicker up to mine and he licks his lips, his piercing flashing.

"Call me crazy but don't tell me you haven't thought about it…" he whispers, leaning closer.

Don't…

I know what he's insinuating, and it is turning me on when it shouldn't.

"Elijah… this is wrong," I murmur, my pussy clenching, that enticing ache only growing as my heart thuds loudly in my ears.

He leans in and I turn my head away, unable to keep his gaze. "Like I said… when it comes to me Red, there are no rules," he whispers huskily, his lips brushing my ear. My breath hitches sharply, the sound of his racing heart blending with mine and when he takes a deep whiff, I know he's just caught the scent of my arousal.

My eyes flutter shut for a moment before I freeze, my eyes snapping open – no. All he will do is hurt me, use me, and toss me aside like the rest. And then what? What will I do with the shattered fragments of my broken heart?