A Trap

Elijah

H er eyes widen slightly at my words before those plump lips curl into a smirk.

"Aww, I never knew Alpha Lijah Wijah could be so damn cute," she teases, now tugging at my cheek, I give her a mock glare at that annoying name. Seriously, is that the best she could come up with?

"Don't call me that shit. Come on, I'm serious," I reply, my voice softening slightly. I'm already trampling on my pride by admitting that, but she needs the reassurance. She nods, locking her arms around my shoulders, and burying her head in my neck, inhales deeply. A ripple of pleasure rushes through me and I run my hands up her back. She feels so fucking good.

"I love how you're so considerate even when I don't say anything," she whispers so quietly I barely catch it. I hold her tighter, holding her close and kissing the top of her head, the scent of her hair making me close my eyes as I continue to hold her.

A knock on the door makes my eyes open and Scarlett moves back, sighing as she unlocks her legs from around my waist and drops to the ground, letting go of me, but I don't release her.

"Red…"

"Mm?" She looks up at me and I resist the urge to kiss her again.

"We'll figure this shit out," I promise quietly. She nods, smiling slightly and I can tell she feels better already.

I let go of her reluctantly, adjusting my pants, although it does little to hide my hardened dick. I walk to the door and, pulling it open, I can see it is the man who had spoken in the clearing earlier. He lowers his head, showing respect to an alpha as one would.

"Can I help you?" I ask.

"Alaric, sir, one of the Betas," Alaric introduces himself. I frown, it isn't common to have more than one Beta, but then again, this pack is huge, maybe that's why he has two.

"What do you want?"

"The Alpha requests your presence alone, Alpha Elijah," he says politely. I frown. Is it a ploy to get me away from Scarlett?

"Why?" I ask sharply, not trusting that at all.

"Go… I'll be fine," Scarlett says.

I'll keep the mind-link open, she adds through the mind-link.

I hesitate, I don't know… The first rule is to stick together.

I have a bad feeling about this, we shouldn't separate.

Seriously, I'll be fine. If he wanted us dead, we'd be dead already, right? Look, I'll stay here and keep the door locked. Her words don't reassure me as much as they should.

Alright. Make sure you do, and don't leave this room without telling me.

Ok fine. She rolls her eyes, but I'm still feeling on edge. But if Zidane wants to settle this with me, I'm willing to do whatever is needed as long as he just leaves Scarlett out of this.

"Alright then. Lead the way," I say to Alaric, before I turn to Scarlett, taking her chin. I place a rough, passionate kiss on her lips before stepping out of the room. Our eyes meet and I frown slightly. Lock the door and stay alert.

"So what exactly does your Alpha want to talk to me about?" I ask as we walk down the hall.

"The Alpha simply wants to give you a welcoming gift, as he would provide to all visiting alphas." I raise an eyebrow, the feeling of dread settling in.

"And what might that be?"

Alaric glances at me as he leads me up a flight of stairs. "A gift of a kind," he says, before opening the door he's stopped outside of.

Frowning, I look into the room, which is dimly lit. The curtains are drawn, but one can see it is a glamorously decorated room. My eyes fall to the large circular bed in the centre of the room.

Three women in risqué lingerie lay upon it, tangled together sensually, their hands running over each other's bodies in a way that would drive anyone nuts.

Their eyes are fixed on me, the scent of their arousal mixed with expensive perfume and something else that makes my head spin, feeling as if a sudden fog is blanketing me. A scent that is enticing…

What the-

I'm shoved inside of the room and I stagger, turning towards the door. My vis…

The door slams shut behind me, the haze growing.

Is there something in the air?

"Welcome, Alpha," one of them greets, her tone seductive. My eyes snap to the bed and I'm met with a pair of alluring eyes that stare deeply into my startled blue ones.

"Come join us," the same woman murmurs, her tongue running slowly along her plump lips.

Enticing…

All three are beautiful, that is for sure, with their curvaceous bodies, and smooth skin, each a different shade that looks tempting as they rub their breasts against each other and kiss erotically.

I step back. No. I don't want this.

For the first time in my life, I avert my gaze, feeling repulsed. Simply looking at them feels like a betrayal to Scarlett.

At the thought of my gorgeous creamy-skinned doll, the haze seems to clear a little and I know I need to get out of here immediately. I turn, pulling at the door, growling when I realise it is locked. I hiss when burning pain rushes through my hand, realising the entire thing is made from fucking silver.

"Open this fucking door!" I growl, knowing someone must be outside. I tense when my shirt is ripped from me and a pair of arms wrap around me from behind and run down my chest.

I turn, growling at the woman who dared to touch me. My vision sways slightly. The drug that has obviously been burning in the room is getting to me. "Don't fucking touch me!" I growl.

The woman smiles, running her hands down my abs, getting lower as they run along the band of my pants, but she ignores me. She crouches sexily in front of me and begins working on the zipper of my pants.

Her face blurs, and for a moment she looks like Scarlett. I throb when I shake my head and push her away. I know it is the effect of the drugs that is making me lose it. I need to get out of here fast before I do something I will regret.

Elijah, what did he want? Scarlett's voice pops into my head. I try to reply, but I can't seem to control my sense of mind.

I close my eyes as I punch the door, only making a dent, but the door itself doesn't budge at all, my own hand sizzling from the burns as it comes into contact with the silver.

"Alpha… join us." I glare at the woman who has spoken, letting my Alpha aura roll off me, satisfied when she pales a little.

Elijah? Scarlett's voice came through the mind-link again, worry clear in her gorgeous voice. I try to reply, but my mind feels too hazy. My wolf is restless, too. I can feel his emotion. Now more than ever, he feels like a second presence in my head, well it is. I stagger to the window, pulling the curtain back, cursing when I realise it is covered in silver bars.

Looking around, I scan the room, my eyes focusing on the wall near the door. About to walk to it, the three women come towards me, blocking my path.

What the fuck is this?

They drag me to the bed, they're fucking stronger than they look and I wonder why whatever is in the air isn't affecting them the way it's affecting me? Do they have some kind of antidote that grants them immunity?

My back hits the bed and one of them climbs on top of me, straddling my stomach as she runs her hands down my chest. I can feel one of the others working on my pants.

"Get the fuck off!" I snarl. I still have enough energy to push the woman off me, snarling at the one that has slid my zipper down. But I'm slammed back onto the bed by the woman I just pushed and feel a sharp sting in my arm and turn to see the third has just injected me with something.

Heat rushes through me and I feel fucking sick when I feel my dick harden.

"What the fuck is this bullshit?" I growl, grabbing the one who has me pinned down, but she isn't fazed. Instead, she leans in for a kiss. "I said I'm not fucking interested!"

"Of course you are," one of the other murmurs as she begins tugging my pants down as the one who injected me lies down beside me.

It is at that moment that the door slams open to reveal a breathless Scarlett. The worry on her face changes to shock as she takes in the scene.

My eyes meet hers, relief flooding me until I see the horror and hurt in her eyes. I look around me, realising what this looks like. I'm on my back with my hand around a woman's throat, the other on the head of the woman working on my pants whilst the third is lying beside me.

Fuck. She's misunderstood the situation. My stomach sinks. The raw pain that shines in her glittering eyes sends agony through me. I do not want her to feel that way, not because of me.

"Scarlett, listen to me… don't-!" I can't finish my sentence because she turns, shutting the door after her. I growl at the women, pushing them off me. One of them tries to pin me down again but the sudden spurt of strength I have helps, throwing her off me so hard she hits the far wall, a scream of pain leaving her lips. Not caring whether I had hurt her or not, I rush from the room. I need to get to Scarlett.

I try to mind-link her, but my head still feels heavy and I cannot make the connection. Growling, I let my nose lead me, moving faster. I need to get to her before everything falls apart. Never have I ever felt so panicked about anyone misunderstanding me as I do right now.

Fuck, Red, please believe me.