Skeletons from the Past

Elijah

W e're finally back on the road and we're a little quieter since our pit stop. The conversation between us has felt borderline flirty, and I can't go down that path, no matter how enticing she or that idea is.

Her every fucking move makes me want to push her down onto her knees and to have her sexy red lips around my cock as I- fuck no.

Why did she have to get so much fucking hotter?

I hate that Dad treats them as if they are his daughters. I hate that she fucking calls him Dad. Yeah, maybe I am biased since I do see Indigo as my little sister, but… she's something else. She's made to sin and we all know that I'm the king of sinning no matter how wrong it might be.

I really need to get a girl tonight and release all this pent-up frustration I have inside of me. I glance at the time; we'll be home in around twenty minutes since someone is driving at the speed limit or maybe even a little slower.

Goddess, this woman is damn slow, but at least her taste in music is good. I bop my knee to the music, and every now and then my gaze flickers to the feisty redhead in the driver's seat that I shouldn't be looking at, but it's hard not to. Her hair curtains her face as she moves her hips to the music, rolling them sensually and I trail my eyes over her curvy hips and-

Suddenly, I see a blur flash past the car, my eyes blazing as my instincts scream a warning at me.

"Watch out!" I shout, grabbing the steering wheel and jerking it towards me. Scarlett lets out a startled scream as she's thrown into me, but I wasn't fast enough. Something huge slams into the car, knocking us back as the entire car is lifted from the ground and flips over before smashing into the ground.

The crunch of metal and the violent movements don't bother me as much as Scarlett's sudden gasp of pain does.

Is she hurt?!

Worry seeps through me as the coppery scent of blood fills my nose and I instantly wrap my arm around her, finding the source. Her waist.

"Fuck, Red, you're bleeding," I murmur, wondering how deep it is, as I shield her the best as I can until the car finally comes to a stop. She groans in pain, her heart beating wildly. "Hush, I got you."

Kicking the door off its hinges, I roll out, holding her against me, her head buried in my chest. I stand up, my eyes flashing as I look at the three wolves that are standing a few feet away, growling with hostility.

They aren't rogues… their scent is enough to tell me that. Two are bigger than average, most like a beta and delta wolf.

But what gets to me is the way their eyes are fixed on her, not me.

"What do you want?" I ask icily as I move Scarlett behind me. As much as I want to hold her, if I need to take them on, I need her safe. She's a small thing and fits behind me perfectly.

The largest of the three now shifts into a young man, he's not wearing anything and he isn't bothered by it, but that's the norm for our kind. He seems to be around my age. His sharp brown eyes meet my blue ones. A sudden harsh wind blows around us, rustling the grass on the roadside.

"Her. Leave her and you are welcome to pass unharmed," he answers challengingly. He's from somewhere up north. His accent is enough to tell me that. I sense Scarlett tense behind me, and I cock a brow.

"You're talking to a fucking alpha. I don't take fucking orders from no one, I give them. Nor do I tolerate disrespect," I snarl warningly, my voice deepening as my wolf comes forward, my aura radiating off me.

Unease flits across his face and he raises his hand, almost as if in peace, and steps back. "I understand that, but can I speak to her?" he asks tersely. At least he's fucking smart enough to know that he won't be able to take me.

"No," I growl, ready to shift, when suddenly Scarlett steps forward and places a hand on my arm.

"Scarlett," he says, stepping forward as well. She frowns deeply, watching him intently. "It's Cade. You may not remember me, but I sure as hell can recognise those green eyes anywhere."

Scarlett's heart is thundering loudly in her chest, and I look at her sharply. Whoever he is, he knows her, and it's clear she knows him. But before my mind can run through all possibilities, I quickly rule out any that might be pleasant.

She's afraid. I can smell the fear in the air around her, feel her grip tightening around my arm and in that moment she's no longer the feisty redhead who acts like she can take on the world, but someone who needs protection.

I place my hand on her waist protectively, taking care not to be rough with her. She's bleeding profusely. We need to take care of them fast so she can get the medical attention she needs. I glare at Cade threateningly, my eyes blazing, a silent warning that I will fuck him up if he dares hurt her.

"Ah, mates?" he asks, looking at Scarlett. I catch the faint blush that coats her cheeks despite how serious this situation is. My gaze snaps back to Cade.

"Maybe that ain't your fucking business," I growl, as he looks at her observantly. A strong sense of possessiveness courses through me and my anger flares. "Can someone share how the fuck you two know each other?"

"He's… he's from my old pack," Scarlett answers quietly, as she leans into me, her breasts pressing against me, something I'm way too aware of. Her words take a second to register, and I look up in surprise.

Her old pack?

"And you need to return and take your place. The Alpha has sent me," Cade says quietly, watching us intently. His gaze flickers to Scarlett's neck, which only irks me more. It's almost as if he's checking if she's marked. "I'm the new Beta, the Beta that will take my place by your-"

"Just leave! I don't want anything to do with that pack! Now leave before I tear you all to pieces!" Scarlett cuts in, her anger rising, her eyes flash dangerously. "Get out of here!"

Her heart is thumping, but it's obvious she doesn't want this conversation to continue.

What does he mean by her place? I don't need to try hard to guess the rest of the sentence. ‘…the Beta that will take my place by your side.'

Is she an alpha's daughter? Or betrothed to an alpha? There's something I'm missing, and I want to know exactly what it is.

"I'm afraid that isn't an option," Cade replies quietly. His eyes glimmer and I see the tiny signal he gives the other two wolves. Scarlett pulls away, ready to attack, only to double over and grip her injured side.

I got this, I say to her through the mind-link that connects pack members to one another, just as they lunge at me.

Well, I guess that seat on the plane was tight enough that I could do with a stretch, and what better way to do that than shift into my wolf. My light brown fur shines in the sun, and I feel power roll through me.

My wolf is big, bigger than both the assholes who race towards me. I can take them easily. I lunge forward, meeting them head-on and tear into the smaller one's neck, ripping it right off the body. Scarlett gasps as blood splatters across the ground, dripping from my jaw as I slash into the other wolf's chest with my paw.

The smell of blood only fuels my bloodlust.

The smaller one falls to the ground, his body returning to human form in the final seconds of his life, now lying there dead.

I turn my blood thirsty gaze on the other wolf, but he quickly retreats. I look at Cade, who, much to my satisfaction, is slightly pale. I let my Alpha aura surge around me, hoping they get the fucking message as I shift back into human form.

I don't play. "Tell your Alpha there's no fucking way he's getting Scarlett, whatever his reasons are. If he tries to attack or reaches out to her one more time, I will take it as a personal attack. Trust me, you don't want to get on the wrong side of Elijah Westwood, future Alpha of the Blood Moon Pack, and we're ready for war." Harm what belongs to our pack, and I will destroy them. My voice is low and deadly, making sure they get the message loud and fucking clear.

He seems to hesitate before he nods, frowning slightly as he casts one final glance at Scarlett.

"You can't run from your birthright; the past will always find you," he murmurs quietly before he turns, shifting back into a wolf, grabbing the body of his dead pack mate and running off with his injured partner, who is holding the head in his mouth.

I hesitate, debating what to do. A part of me wants to run after them, kill the one and take Cade for questioning. The other part of me is saying to let them go. But Scarlett's soft whimper makes me stop, remembering she's injured and that makes my decision for me.

She takes a deep breath just as I turn, her eyes widening before she snaps them shut.

"Clothes!" she shrieks, making me raise an eyebrow and look down at my naked state.

"What are you, a baby? Have you never seen a cock before?" I ask with a cold smirk; she didn't seem to have an issue with Cade's dick. A sliver of irritation rushes through me but I push it away, refusing to acknowledge it.

"Of course I have. I just don't want to be traumatised for life by seeing yours!" she retorts before she winces in pain.

"Whatever you say, Red. Every other woman would beg to get one look at mine," I reply cockily as I step closer to her.

"But I'm your sister, remember?" she retorts. She opens her eyes, but she's still looking anywhere but at me, her cheeks flushed red. She looks fucking good like that.

I don't bother replying; she is not my fucking sister, and it grates on my fucking nerves when she says that. I flip the car back onto all four tyres. I'm surprised the wheels are still hanging on. I pop open the trunk and take my duffle bag out. Taking out a pair of sweatpants, I pull them on.

"You can look now, prude," I remark, tying the drawstring at the front but making sure they sit lower than normal. I walk towards her, and she slowly looks my way, and I don't miss the way her eyes rake over me before she scoffs and rolls her eyes.

"So overrated."

"You haven't seen it," I reply with a smirk. She's hiding something. I saw the way she cut him off, the fear that rolled off her, but now's not the time to ask. She's injured and who knows, they may come back with backup.

I stop before her, looking down into those gorgeous soft green eyes, before my gaze dips down, trying not to stare at her breasts. I reach for the hem of her fitted top and rip it right up the middle.

"What are you doing?!" she shrieks, wrapping her arms around her in an attempt to cover her breasts, which are squeezed into a sexy lacy red bra. Her arms barely cover much. She has a decent cup size, not huge and not small either. The perfect size to fit right into my hands.

I frown, pushing the thought away. Regardless of the fact I don't see her as my sister, she is my stepsister. I force my gaze away from them and look at her wound as I crouch down before her, trying not to pay attention to the curve of her waist and hips. Or her thudding heart ringing loudly in my ear.

"It'll heal, although it is pretty deep," I murmur, about to touch it when she grabs my wrist. I glance up at her, cocking a brow. She's glaring at me, her cheeks tinted with a faint blush once more. I can't help but smirk at her embarrassment, the urge to tease her further enticing me.

"Be a good girl and obey your future Alpha," I whisper, tugging free from her hold with ease and grabbing both of her wrists. I pin them against the car, examining the wound before I lean closer.

"What are you doing?" she hisses, her heart hammering as she sucks in a sharp breath.

"It'll heal quicker," I murmur, even if that isn't the only reason. My nose grazes her waist just below the cut and she whimpers, sending an explicit image of her whimpering beneath me to my head.

Fuck, she smells good.

Alpha saliva has healing abilities, although more so in wolf form. I know she will heal soon enough, but seeing her before me in her bra has awakened something inside of me, and I can't stop myself from wanting to feel her smooth skin against my lips.

I slowly run my tongue along her wound, enjoying the taste mixed with her scent. I throb hard, a jolt of pleasure rushing through me, and she gasps, her heart still galloping.

My tongue slowly runs up her hip, across her waist, and when I should stop, I'm unable to, instead tantalisingly flicking it along the curve of the side of her breast.

Her tempting scent is clouding my senses, and through her lace bra, I'm satisfied to see her now hard nipples standing at attention. I lean back ever so slightly, looking past those perfect mounds that have made blood rush down south and gaze up into her flushed face. But just as our eyes meet, the delicious scent of her illicit arousal hits me like an intoxicating avalanche.

I've fucking turned her on… and the worst part is, it only fuels the beast within me.