The Head Omega

Scarlett

W e both look at her in surprise. I have never heard of it before, but a glance at Elijah makes me wonder if he has.

"Wait, what? Have you heard about this?" I ask Elijah.

"I heard of it during Alpha training, but it's a sick and twisted practice that is mostly unheard of. There has never been any mention of people doing this in current times. I thought it was a practice of the past," he says.

The woman glances around furtively, then motions for the two of us to follow her.

"I shouldn't talk about this… but… I think you should know," she says urgently, her eyes lingering on us. There's something about her that gives me some hope.

I nod, placing the knife down and try to move, but Elijah refuses to let me go. I frown at him, but he simply looks into my green eyes, making my heart skip a beat, and guilt settles within me.

"Don't touch me," I command coldly before turning away. His arm settles around my waist, teasingly brushing against the hem of my shirt.

"But I want to," he says, and I can hear the amusement in his voice.

I turn back sharply, looking into his eyes. My heart skips a beat.

I don't understand him. Why is he being so nice? Especially after the way I had treated him. Why is he still trying?

But there's no time to mull over it when the woman leads us out through the hall and through to a small sitting room, if you can call it that. The door is missing, the walls are covered in old floral peeling wallpaper and in many areas the wallpaper is completely gone. The floor is the same withered wood as the hallway.

The only furnishings in the room consist of two broken, stained mismatched couches and a battered coffee table that's barely standing; one leg looks as if it is about to give way. A few cheap toys lay in the corner.

I feel guilty about the state of this place… sad too. The more I see, the more I know I can't turn a blind eye to these people. My people. I have to make things right. I have to be the one to protect them, this is more than just me and Zidane. This is about hundreds of lives that look to their Alpha.

There is no way I can leave knowing this is how my people are being treated.

"Please take a seat." The woman gestures to the slightly better of the two couches. Elijah is the first to sit, the sofa creaking embarrassingly under his weight. The springs are all broken and hanging out, and on one side the armrest is completely coming off.

The woman looks apologetic, but I don't want her to feel like that. This is on Zidane, not her.

"You weigh too much," I mock Elijah lightly with a smirk. "The couch is giving you a hint to lose some weight, fatty."

"I could up my workouts as long as it includes you," he teases, his eyes running over my body suggestively. My heart skips a beat under his gaze. He takes my hand, pulling me down next to him, his arm firmly going around my shoulders and neck. The woman watches us and smiles.

"We didn't get your name," I say, smiling back at her. She nods.

"My apologies but we aren't really worthy of names around here. I'm the Head Omega, Candice," she explains. I tilt my head. I don't think I've seen her before, but at the same time there's something familiar about her.

"Have you always been in this pack?" I ask curiously. The woman's smile falters, something flickering in her eyes.

"Wh-why do you ask? Yes, of course I have," she stammers. I glance at Elijah, who remains silent. She seems trustworthy, but she's also hiding something.

"Oh ok, I see. I just asked because I don't remember you," I say. I know I shut a lot out, but the Head Omega was a woman called Estella at the time we left. I'm good at remembering people's faces. Looking at the woman now, I do notice there seems to be something oddly familiar about her, but I am sure I have never met her before.

"What do you mean by not remembering me? You've visited this pack before?" Candice asks, her eyes filling with sharp interest. I shake my head.

"Yeah, a long time ago, but never mind, it's a really long story. So, what were you saying about the Alpha's women?" I brush it off.

"Ah, of course. Well, as I was saying, they were she-wolves once, even though I would no longer class them as werewolves. The Alpha brought them home from different packs to ‘create' the perfect luna," Candice begins, taking a deep breath. "The only thing they had in common was that they came with the dream that they were going to be Luna of this pack, and their hearts were as selfish and full of greed for power as the rottenest of us can be."

Greed for power is something many succumb to.

"How did he even manage that?" Elijah asks seriously.

"No one really knows. After all, it is something no one had heard of until we witnessed the change. I do not know exactly what he did, but he had help from the worst kind. Witchcraft."

I feel uneasy. Witches… they are our enemy and to think Zidane even stooped that low to gain something unspeakable is frankly not surprising.

"A witch? How did he even find one? They remain hidden from us," Elijah says.

"Well, he had his means. I do not know how, but with the help of witchcraft, they willingly killed their wolves to attain certain abilities. And Zidane surely was willing to make that sacrifice."

Hmm, she calls him by his name. That's pretty brave for an omega, Elijah says through the mind-link.

Are you trying to divert the conversation from those whores you were about to fuck?

Really, Red? He cocks a brow, looking at me sceptically.

I frown at him but he has a point. She's meant to be an omega, but the way she's talking she doesn't sound like one, not to mention she seems ok in our presence.

"None of us really know what they can do, but they have snared many alphas. Having lost their wolves, they are immune to drugs and herbs that are fatal to werewolves. Although they retain their werewolf strength, even silver cannot harm them," Candice continues.

"So, the drug in that room was only working on me… that's why they were stronger and I couldn't fight them off. Are you hearing this, Red?"

Elijah looks at me, his cerulean blue eyes giving me an ‘I told you it was not my fault' look. I simply give him a pout in return.

"So those three women are the Lunas?" I say, trying to wrap my head around it.

"An alpha who offers his lunas like whores, now that's a first," Elijah remarks. I cast him a dirty look, the scene of the three women all over him returning to my mind.

"Despite the promises, he has not made anyone his official Luna. They simply assist him and are his mistresses. I heard he wasn't satisfied with any of them but whatever magic was cast upon them, they are completely loyal to him. Almost as if they no longer have a will of their own." Candice sighs heavily. "He truly has lost his way…"

The room falls silent as we ponder on what she has just shared. It's clear that dark magic is at play here. And witches? Everyone knows they are the worst .

"Thank you for telling us."

"No need to thank me. I just didn't want to see two young people in love get torn apart by something that is not in their hands."

"Thanks," Elijah says.

"We aren't in love," I correct quickly.

"Yeah," Elijah adds, not convincing at all.

Candice smiles but doesn't seem to believe me. "Of course. I just request that you tell no one about this."

"We won't," I promise.

"But I do want to ask, why would you share information about your pack with us knowing the risk it'll put you at? Don't you fear for your life?" Elijah asks. Candice simply smiles, her deep blue eyes showing a glimmer of amusement.

"Oh, he won't kill me. Not so easily, anyway. I'm the one who holds this place together," she says, motioning around the room.

The omegas do hold the pack together.

"Like I said, I don't want a young couple who hasn't even mated and marked each other to be torn apart before the bond can even be completed." I blush and Elijah smirks.

"We're not… how did you know we haven't mated? Wait, can-" I splutter. I am cut off when Elijah's lips meet mine in a passionate kiss, his fingers wrapping around my throat.

Stop talking, sweetheart, he mind-links. My heart hammers, unable to resist him as I grip his shirt, kissing him deeper. I know I need to apologise for my behaviour but I feel confused too.

I don't know how to feel. He said this would just be about sex, yet he kisses and touches me any chance he gets. Why does this feel so much deeper? So much more…

My thoughts fade away as he consumes me completely. Only the way his lips feel against mine and the way his touch makes me feel, lingers in my mind.

Our kisses became hotter. His hands slips under my top stroking my waist. Igniting a fire of pure desire within me, my core throbs and a soft moan escapes me.

A chuckle brings us back to reality and I jerk away, my face flushing.

"If you two would like to ‘talk' things out, there's a spare bedroom. The 7th door on the left on the second floor," Candice offers, her eyes crinkling in amusement.

"No, no, we're okay," I say, my heart hammering. The scent of my arousal is obvious and I feel so embarrassed. I sneak a glance at Elijah only to see his eyes are dark cobalt blue, desire clear within them, a cocky smirk on his handsome face.

"I think we'll take the offer," he says. Standing, he scoops me up, carrying me over his shoulder and out of the room, taking the steps three at a time.

"Elijah!" I gasp, mortified. He delivers a sharp tap to my ass making me yelp, feeling the wetness only grow between my thighs. Elijah growls, making my core clench.

"You're fucking horny for me, sweetheart. Don't deny it," he mutters. Going up the second flight of steps, the house seems even more silent. He opens the door that Candice had guided us to, kicking it shut behind us and sliding the rusty lock in the door.

The room is painted a pale pink. The window is cracked, covered with tape to hold it together. Faded pale pink curtains hang in it, and blue and white bedding covers the mattress that sits on the floor. A small rickety chest of drawers and a coat rack are all that is in this room. Despite the beaten state of it, it smells clean and fresh.

Elijah drops me on the makeshift bed then climbs between my legs forcefully. I blush, glaring at him.

"You know how shameless you are?" I ask, my heart skipping a beat, although his every move is only making me more excited.

"You know you like it," he murmurs, brushing a few stray strands of my red hair back. His blue eyes meet mine as I slowly cup his face.

"Why…?" I ask softly.

"Why what?" he asks as he kisses my neck sensually, his cock hardening as it presses against me. I bite back a moan, trying to focus on my words. Although I want his lips all over me, I want an answer too.

"Why aren't you angry? I owe you an apology, but instead you're just brushing it under the carpet," I murmur. His stunning cerulean eyes gaze into mine.

"Your anger and suspicion were justifiable. I've always fucked around. I change girls quicker than I change shirts. You've been around me growing up; you know it all," he states, his eyes softening.

"What was the big deal if I ended things? I accused you and didn't even give you a chance to explain yourself," I admit, sighing. "I'm just another fuck too, right?" I ask softly. My wolf seems to get upset at that, but the words left me before I could stop them.

"You're way fucking more, Red," he whispers, turning his gaze away from me. He suddenly tenses and moves off me.

My heart pounds at the words that had just left his lips, my stomach a mess of butterflies. He sits at the edge of the mattress, his long muscular legs in his torn jeans sprawled out in front of him.

He runs a hand through his silky locks, sighing softly. "I don't believe in love or mates, but you've fucked me up. I don't know when… I don't know how, but you've become a fucking addiction that I crave day and night, and I don't just want sex."

Each word he speaks makes my mind spin. That husky tone mixed with his intoxicating scent, and then the words he is speaking have rendered me speechless.

"You're all I can think of, Scarlett, and I don't know what the fuck to do about it," he breathes, his eyes meeting mine, almost as if he's uncertain of how I'll react. Almost hesitantly.

Those gorgeous blue eyes of his are filled with raw emotion. His Alpha aura is ever-present despite being reined in, yet I don't see a big cocky alpha before me, but a young man who is trying to make sense of his emotions, trying to express what he is feeling. And for someone like Elijah Westwood, who never believed in love or mates, it's an entirely new ball game.

As much as I find it unbelievable, not wanting to believe those words that sound like a dream, I know he is not lying. The small things he has done in the last few days since he has come back are enough to show me that he cares.

I don't know how I got so lucky, or why someone like him would fall head over heels for me, but he does.

"I'm sorry… for being a bitch and not listening to what you were trying to tell me," I blurt out, not knowing what more to say. I have liked him for the last two years and these feelings are only getting stronger, and with his confession it only excites me and also terrifies me all at once. I fear losing someone precious to me all over again. Elijah raises an eyebrow, a flash of surprise in his eyes. "What they tried to do to you was fucking wrong. I'm sorry I didn't believe you. I'm sorry."

"You're forgiven," he hums, "but are you just saying that to avoid what I just told you?"

"No, of course not," I deny, rolling my eyes. Elijah smirks, leaning closer to me, his eyes trailing up my breasts, lingering on my lips, before looking into my eyes.

"Oh yeah? That smells of a lie to me." He inhales deeply, his eyes glimmering cobalt blue again.

"It wasn't a lie," I murmur, leaning away from him. But he only moves closer, his arms on either side of me trapping me, his intoxicating scent filling my nose.

"You don't need to say anything back. I just wanted to let you know that I would never betray you. No matter who the fuck comes in front of me, I would never be able to do that to you." He places a soft kiss on the corner of my lips.

I smile slightly, despite the thumping in my chest.

"Goddess, who thought you could be so good with your words?" I mumble, tugging him by his shirt as I drop back, my head hitting the pillow as I pull him on top of me, causing a sexy smirk to tug at his lips.

"I'm good with a lot more than just my words, sweetheart," he counters huskily. Licking his lips, his tongue piercing glistens, only adding to the ache that has settled in the pit of my stomach.

"Then how about you show me what else you're good with…" I whisper seductively, running my hand down his chest, down his chiselled abs, going lower until I reach his thick hard shaft. I bite my lip knowing with his girth when I take him that it is going to hurt, but I want this, all of him.

His eyes darken with carnal lust at my words. The look he is giving me makes my pussy throb. He searches my eyes, almost as if looking for a hint of uncertainty from me, but I am as certain as I can ever be. His lips come down upon mine. Claiming them in a rough yet passionate kiss that ignites the start of an endless flame of pleasure deep within us both.

Oh, how I'm ready to feel every part of him against me.

Goddess, it's really happening. I'm about to get down and dirty with him.

I'm ready for Elijah Westwood to take whatever he wants from me.