Office Seductions

Elijah

I t's late morning when I enter the packhouse, heading to my office on the second floor. It is pretty quiet, with most wolves having left to go about their daily duties.

The packhouse itself looks like a very modern mansion. Unlike the Alpha's mansion, which is a traditional building, everything here is in a minimalist design, catered for mainly newly mated wolves or single young adult wolves who want their own privacy. Originally, I might have even asked for a room here, but when there's a sexy redhead right next door…

We're leaving later but I had some stuff to deal with before we go. I wanted to go over the new training regime with Aaron and Liam that I wanted implemented, and I am also going to have a word with Hank about what went down last night. I glance at my watch. He better be on time.

Rolling up the file I'm holding, I punch in the passcode of the lock on my office door. A small beep and click are heard and the door unlocks. I pull it open, stopping in my tracks at the sight of the almost naked woman sitting on my desk.

Fiona.

She's got one leg crossed over the other wearing black heels. She's wearing a tiny red half-cup bra which she's spilling out of, gripping the sides of the desk. She's done her make-up all seductive with her long hair curled.

"Hey," she whispers, and I give her a once over. She is a sexy girl, with a hot body, but she's not the one I want. I look her dead in the eye, my face emotionless.

"Care to explain why you're in my office?" I ask, walking around my desk and tossing the file onto it. Her bare ass is on my desk in nothing but a G-string. She looks over her shoulder at me, a small smirk on her face.

"What does it look like?" she asks a tad daringly, flipping her legs over the desk and grabbing me by the shirt. My eyes flash as she yanks me close and wraps her legs around me.

Our noses brush and I cock a brow, unimpressed. She is trying to act brave, but I can smell the alcohol on her breath and feel the tremble in her hands – it really dampens the sexy and bold act she is trying to put on.

"I'll do whatever you want me to, please," she pleads, placing kisses on my neck, as she starts grinding against my dick, but she just doesn't do it for me anymore. It's weird as fuck, especially considering she looks hot, but all I can think of is the woman who was moaning as I made her come with my fingers last night.

"Well then, what I want is for you to get out," I say quietly, taking her wrists and prying myself free from her clutches.

She is gorgeous, but she is not Scarlett.

Sure, it feels good having her rub herself against me, but it doesn't excite me like it would have once upon a time. If this were months back, or even a year ago, I would have torn that lingerie off her, bent her over this very desk, and taken her several times.

"Eli-Alpha, please… All I want is to please you. Just let me try. I don't mind who else you have or want, but I need you," she pleads.

I frown, feeling my anger surfacing. "I told you the only thing I want is you to get the hell out of here, Fiona. We're done. We were nothing more than casual sex partners and I told you I'm fucking done. I'm trying to control my temper because of our past, but don't push me too far that I end up losing my shit," I warn her, my voice cold.

She whimpers at the Alpha aura emanating from me. "It doesn't make sense, we were so good… is there someone else?" she asks tearfully.

"There was no emotional attachment to you from the beginning. And yeah, I may have a new interest… Now leave before your brother shows up and I get him to escort you out," I growl.

Fiona stands up, tears falling down her cheeks. "I do love you, Elijah, I always have. I just wish you weren't so cold," she whimpers as she backs away from me, picking up her long coat.

"Then you never should have gotten involved with me – I have nothing to offer and never will. Not to you anyway." I know it is harsh, but the woman isn't getting the fucking hint.

"Is it Keira?" she asks, sobbing.

I look up sharply, is she for fucking real? "Chucky? Hell no," I say, smirking at the memory of Scarlett's nickname drop last night.

"Then who… I'm one of the prettiest she-wolves here," Fiona whispers, pained as she wipes her tears away, her make-up looking a little messy now.

"Yeah, I can't deny that, but let's just say she's the sexiest and by far the hottest she-wolf around," I say, getting a little irked with her now. Does the woman not take a hint? I don't want to manhandle her and chuck her out myself but she's really trying my patience.

She looks confused as she looks around the room as if searching for the answer on the wall. "A she-wolf… I don't get it… everyone says the only one hotter than me or on par is Scarlett. That she's the prettiest and then me…" she murmurs, confusion in her eyes as she tries to find the answer.

Well whoever said that, no matter how much that annoys me, isn't wrong. Scarlett is beyond gorgeous.

"Scarlett? Is that what everyone thinks?" I ask casually, trying not to get fucking irritated.

Fiona nods and I frown deeply, irked at the fact that other men were fucking rating her.

"Well… bye then. I'm always here if you need me," she says softly as she slowly turns away and heads towards the door.

"Fiona?" She stops, her heart racing as she spins around, a flicker of hope in her eyes.

"Yes, Alpha?" she asks.

"Never enter my office without my permission again. Ever." My voice is dangerously low.

She looks devastated but nods before pulling the door open, and running out of the office just as she breaks into tears.

I shake my head, pissed as I walk over to the door to reset the stupid code. Fiona was one of the rare ones who knew it as she used to be my regular booty call. Now that I have returned, a new code is needed anyway.

I have just finished setting it up when Hank strolls down the corridor, hands in his pockets, walking with a swagger. His entire demeanour oozes arrogance and I'm surprised I haven't noticed that before. His black hair is soaking wet, clear that he has just gotten out of the shower.

"Morning, Alpha," he greets as I lead the way back into the office and lean against my desk, motioning for Hank to take a seat. Hank smirks, sitting down. "So why am I beckoned, mighty leader?" he asks mockingly. I frown at him.

"I'm not in the mood to fucking joke with you, Hank." Both Williamson siblings are really getting to me today. "It's because of last night."

"Yeah, I figured as much. But can you blame me for being pissed? I did nothing wrong. And look, you can see for yourself that these haven't healed," Hank growls, pulling down the collar of his shirt to show the three scratches he received from Scarlett.

Three scratches that are still open. What the hell?

I hide my shock, although my mind is reeling. Why haven't they healed by now? Hank is a werewolf, a strong one at that. The scratches should have healed…

"See? She's a fucking freak."

My eyes blaze as I glare into his eyes. "Watch it," I growl, trying to calm my anger. You don't fucking call her names. Yeah maybe I'm overreacting, but the urge to pummel Hank tempts me. "If she's such a freak, then why did you even go near her?"

"She's a hot freak – a very sexy one. I'm sure you know what I mean." Hank smirks.

I see fucking red, grabbing the man standing before me in blind fury and slamming him against the wall, my eyes now a dark cobalt blue as my wolf surges to the front of my mind. My claws elongate and my canines come out, ready to tear him apart.

"She's not interested, so stay the fuck away from her!" I growl, anger swirling around me.

He scoffs in disbelief, even though he's struggling to hold his attitude against me.

"So, it's okay for you to fuck my sister, but I can't fuck yours?" Hank snaps coldly.

A loud growl tears through my throat, my voice more animalistic than human and Hank stills.

There's a glimmer of shock in his eyes as he realises just how fucking serious I am.

"Scarlett isn't a whore – unlike your sister," I spit, feeling a little guilty for calling Fiona one. But I am not going to tolerate Scarlett being insulted like that. My grip on his neck tightens and he tenses, lowering his head despite the tick in his jaw.

"Fine… I get it," Hank says quietly. I drop him to the floor unceremoniously, my eyes cold as a winter night.

"I know there's an underlying issue between you and Scarlett, and I will find out what it is. And if there's anything that goes against my beliefs and the laws of this pack, even the Goddess will not be able to protect anyone from my wrath. No one in this pack is irreplaceable… remember that. Now get the fuck out!" I spit, glaring at the man who leans against the wall.

He nods. "Yes, Alpha. As you command," he says quietly. "But I do want you to know there's nothing more. I'll be respectful, but she loses her temper quicker than I can understand why. But I understand."

He lowers his head before turning and leaving, the door shutting behind him with a snap. I take a deep breath, trying to calm my raging anger, and let out a loud growl before I punch the wall hard, destroying the wooden panelling completely.

I growl, "Fuck it!" Today has not started off in the way I wanted.

A short while later, Liam and Aaron show up, instantly realising something is up.

"What happened?" Aaron asks, becoming serious.

"Not much. But is it just me or has Hank become way more of a prick than he was? Like I've never had issues with him, but I don't know, he seems to be way more arrogant than I remember."

Aaron chuckles humourlessly. "I don't know. I always found him pretty obnoxious."

"He has changed. I have noticed it lately, and he and Scarlett are definitely not on good terms. I wish he'd leave her alone," Liam says quietly as he sits down on one of the armchairs across from me. I nod, swivelling my chair side-to-side slowly.

"Yeah… Well, keep an eye on him. For now, Scarlett and I are going on a road trip up to the Black Storm Pack. So you boys are in charge," I explain.

I want to make Liam my Delta, even if it's against the laws of pack hierarchy. I want to be able to choose my own Beta and Delta, not have them chosen for me. Liam is more than capable and he's incredibly strong, smart and patient. Just as a delta should be.

Above all, I should be able to trust them no matter what.

"What are you thinking?" Liam asks.

"Nothing. So here is what I wanted implemented in the training structure." I hold out the file to them, thinking maybe I should have a word with Dad once I'm back before I go making changes.

And maybe I need to ask Scarlett again what exactly is going on between her and Hank, we got pretty distracted last night… I lick my lips thinking of all the alone time we'll be spending together on this trip and I can't help but smirk.

This is going to be fun.

It's late afternoon and I'm ready to go but Scarlett has apparently forgotten something.

"Seriously, Scarlett? You had all day to pack! Why are you so careless?" Jessica calls from the kitchen, where she is working on a huge batch of cupcakes for a baby shower. The smell of freshly baked cakes is tempting, but I'm not about to ask for one.

"Mama! I need my charger, it's not my fault I forgot it!" Scarlett shouts exasperatedly as she runs down the steps two at a time, jumping the last four making her yummy tits bounce, and I am definitely appreciating all the goods I'm getting to see as she rushes around.

She shoves the charger into her bag and stands up straight. "All done!" she says breathlessly, making me and Dad exchange looks before we look at her.

"You're crazy, Red," I say, trying not to focus on how her chest is heaving as she catches her breath or how her hair falls in front of her eyes messily. Dad chuckles as Scarlett glowers at me.

"You're not that late," Dad says, hugging her. "I'm sure this trip will be beneficial to you both and the chance to spend quality sibling time."

There definitely won't be sibling time in the way he wants.

I glance at Red and she's staring at me, both of us knowing that this trip is dangerous, for her anyway. Because I want her badly and we are going to have plenty of time away from all the watchful eyes around us.

"Mm," Scarlett hums, as she leans down to grab her suitcase when I reach down and take it from her. She's packed way more than I have, as I tried to downsize as much as possible. She hugs Jessica goodbye as I give her a nod and hug Dad before I exit, getting the luggage into the small compartment of my red Audi R8 Spyder.

Her stuff takes up the entire trunk and so I shove my bag behind the passenger seat. She'll fit, she ain't that tall.

"You sure packed a lot..." I remark, moving her seat a little more forward so my bag will fit.

"Well, when you waste money on such expensive cars that can't even store a decent amount of luggage, this is what happens," she retorts.

I cock a brow. I'm sure Indigo said this was her dream car and that was specifically why I got it, to annoy her and to be honest, it is a sexy car. Win, win.

"This car is sexy, so stop being jealous and get your ass inside," I retort, getting into the driver's seat.

She frowns. "I'm not jealous…"

I try not to smirk as I see her steal a glance at the sleek interior, running her hand along the leather seat. She turns to me suddenly as I fiddle with the sat-nav, but seems to change her mind.

There's a change in her heartbeat before she turns away.

What was that about?

I glance at her, noticing she has suddenly gone quiet, turning to stare out of the window, one hand under her chin. But I can sense the anger radiating off her.

"All good, Red?" I ask, raising an eyebrow as I look at the back of her head.

"Perfectly," her icy reply comes, but her power rises, radiating off her in strong ripples. Although it does not affect me – it is strong.

"Okay…" I reply, having no idea what just caused her mood to change so abruptly as I start up the car and head out the mansion drive, wondering what this trip will bring for us.

As for Scarlett, I'll give her a little time.