His Odd Behaviour

Elijah

I slowly drop onto the bed next to her, pulling her against my chest, and place a soft kiss on her forehead. For a moment, I simply hold still, listening to the rhythm of our heartbeats.

We did it… and it felt incredible.

I rest my chin on top of her head. Neither of us speaks, the sheer weight of what we have just done still clear in our minds. I definitely don't regret it and from the way she's cuddled into me, I don't think she does either.

Even if we are ‘stepsiblings,' if anyone back home finds out, it will cause issues. But you know what? I really don't care.

This moment sealed it for me. My feelings are crystal clear. I want her. I want Scarlett by my side and I want her as my Luna, no matter what. If her mate turns up, I won't hesitate to tear his heart out. A surge of anger and jealousy rears its ugly head and I stare at the wall behind her.

The sheer reality of my thoughts makes me slowly move back. Fuck, I'm screwed.

I look down at her, not missing the way her chest rises and falls. Not wanting to ruin the moment, I push those thoughts away and place a cocky smirk on my lips.

"So, was fucking Elijah Westwood everything you dreamed of?" I ask teasingly, stroking her sexy ass. Goddess, I love her ass. I want to fuck her bent over and see it move as I pound into her. My dick twitches at my dirty thoughts and I internally shake my head, trying to focus.

Now is not the time, but I will fuck her in every way possible. I will make sure of that.

"No," she answers, pushing me away as she sits up, wincing slightly. I raise an eyebrow as my gaze runs down her bare back, about to call her out on that because we all know I do it best. But before I can, she looks at me over her shoulder and gives me a small smirk. "It was way better."

I smirk, watching as she gets off the bed and looks around.

"Damn, there's nothing to clean up with," she murmurs.

My eyes trail over her delicious body, and my eyes flash when they land on her pussy. The sight of my cum leaking down her thighs makes me throb hard. I growl, sitting up. I grab my shirt and toss it at her.

"Clean up with that," I command, turning my head away.

"What's wrong, handsome? Not getting turned on again, are you?" she asks teasingly, I glance back at her as she wipes her legs with my shirt before she bends over teasingly, slowly on purpose making me swear when I get another view of that pussy full of cum. She picks up her discarded jeans and her G-string, of which I have no idea how I destroyed it or when.

She sighs "I liked these." She tosses them at me and I catch them, my eyes on her ass as she teasingly wiggles her hips, shimmying into her pants, her back to me.

My eyes blaze and I stand up, closing the gap between us, I tangle my fingers into her hair and tug her head up and gaze into her gorgeous eyes.

"You're treading dangerous waters, Kitten," I whisper. She has unleashed a beast within me, taking me to heaven and beyond, opening a door to unmeasurable pleasure. I crave her and I don't know if I'll be able to control my desire if she so openly tempts me. She smirks sexily, her chest rising and falling hard.

"What are you going to do? Punish me?" she whispers softly, her hand running down my abs defiantly. My eyes flash as pleasure courses through me and before she even realises what's happening, I push her up against the nearest wall. She moans, her eyes glimmering with lust as my hand tightens around her throat.

"If that's what you want," I murmur.

"Fuck yes…" she breathes. My hands wrap around her waist and I pull her against me, my lips crashing against hers in a rough, passionate kiss, ready to show her what a punishment from me means.

A loud growl and the sound of something shattering downstairs brings us out of our heated moment. Our eyes meet for a second before we part and quickly move away to get dressed. I pull my jeans on and clasp her bra for her, kissing her shoulder. And it is just when she is pulling her top on that the door is thrown off its hinges to reveal a livid Zidane, his murderous eyes a dark green. The air around him is potent with his urge to kill.

I growl menacingly, the intense urge to protect ripping through me and I push Scarlett behind me, my eyes flashing dark cobalt. Zidane's eyes scan the room, the smell of sex is strong in the air, and he obviously knows what we were doing. I don't know what he's thinking, but that should have calmed him, but instead he stalks over to us.

"Stay the fuck away!" I snarl, my eyes murderous. Zidane looks at me coldly, anger rolling off him in waves. "What the fuck is your problem?"

He tries to step around me, but I block him again until I feel Scarlett place a hand on my bare back, stepping out from behind me.

"What do you want?" she asks coldly.

He doesn't reply. His gaze falls to her neck, a flash of what may have been relief flitting through his eyes. A wave of unease and confusion flits through me. What is he checking exactly? It's almost as if he doesn't want me to mark her. Does he think I'll try to claim his pack?

Zidane steps back. "What do you think you're doing with my daughter?" he growls at me, and I raise an eyebrow.

"What I didn't want to do with your bitches. Now get the fuck out of my sight," I snap, hating the way the man acts like a fucking dickhead.

"Watch your tongue, kid," Zidane hisses. "And what are you doing in this hell house? Didn't I give you accommodations?"

"We were looking around," Scarlett says, watching as Zidane's eyes seem to settle on the small scratches her nails had left on my neck during our lovemaking. A spark of curiosity in his eyes makes that nagging feeling inside of me grow stronger.

Something is wrong, way fucking wrong. His anger seems to have vanished, replaced by a psychotic, almost excited smile. His gaze has gone back to the scratches on me. They should have begun healing but they haven't. Has he noticed?

"Indeed, carry on. Just return to the mansion for dinner." With that, he turns and leaves the room as if he didn't just fucking break down the door. Scarlett and I exchange looks.

We need to get out of this pack. I think we need to step back and figure out what's our next step, I murmur through the mind-link. Something is really off with the guy.

I get where you are coming from, but… Elijah… this is my pack. Look at the state of this place, she replies through the mind-link, motioning to the room. When I lived here, I never saw this place. We were locked up in the mansion, home tutored. If we ever left, we were heavily guarded and only one stop at our destination, then back home. It was always the same men guarding us, too. We barely saw anyone else. We were kept hidden away, abused and beaten too, within an inch of our lives. Now that I've seen the reality of this place, I can't just leave and do nothing.

I wrap my arms around her. I fucking hate that bastard for ever hurting her.

And I understand what she means about her pack. This is her pack, after all. Heck, I may have never heard of a female alpha, but I can't deny that she is an alpha through and through. I hear the door shutting in the distance and glance out of the window, seeing Zidane striding away, shoving a random man to the ground.

Fucking psycho.

"We still need to have a plan," I say out loud, my voice barely above a murmur. "He won't let us leave easily, but I think we should try making quick work then, see who may side with us. Get them to come with us; I have a place we can go. Then we head back to Blood Moon, and plan things properly for a possible takeover." She nods, looking into my eyes.

"But I don't want to involve your pack though-" I growl, cutting her off.

" Our pack, Red," I correct, my eyes flashing dangerously. She sighs and nods.

"You know what I mean," she says softly, "Our parents won't be happy about this visit."

"Not much they can do. Let's give it till tomorrow night. I'll contact the alpha we're meant to be visiting. He'll help. We just need some backup in case things get messy. I'll ask him to have that ready for us. Once we're out, we'll work on a plan together," I promise quietly. Her heart skips a beat before she smiles slightly, tiptoeing as she pulls me down and kisses my lips.

"Thanks," she says. I squeeze her ass, pressing her against me and deepen the kiss. A small giggle brings us out of our moment, and we turn to the broken door where two pups around five years old stand staring at us. The girl is blushing as she looks at us, and the boy looks curious.

"What are you doing?" he asks, his eyes on my hands, still resting on Scarlett's ass. She swats them away, trying to get out of my hold.

"Playing with my girl," I reply, earning a frown from Scarlett, who's still in my arms.

"By touching her bottom?" he asks curiously.

"Yeah it's pretty fu-"

"What are you two kiddies doing here?" Scarlett interrupts, shooting a death glare at me while I'm smirking.

"Oh, we were hiding from the Alpha," the girl whispers, fear clear in her eyes. I let go of Scarlett as she walks over to the girl and crouches down. "I'm scared of him."

"He's gone now," she assures her, stroking her limp black hair. The child is lacking nutrients, and it's clear despite the food in this place, not much of it comes to the omegas. "Come, let's go find Candice," Scarlett says gently.

I never realised how good she is with kids. I guess even if she didn't mix with them, she knows how to understand their feelings. Why have I never noticed that before?

The children nod, taking her hands, and lead her from the room, and I follow. Taking my phone out of my pocket, I send a quick message to Rafael, hoping he agrees to help. I had saved his life once. He owes me. Perhaps he'll repay the favour even though I'm asking for a fucking lot.

I follow the trio down the stairs, whistling when my eyes fall on Scarlett's sexy ass. She rolls her eyes over her shoulder at me, despite the smirk that crosses her lips. I smirk back, licking my lips and she simply shakes her head, turning away, but at least I got her heart racing.

We enter the kitchen to see Candice working on a list.

"Candice! The pretty lady was looking for you, so we helped her to find you," the boy says, grinning up at Scarlett. Candice looks over at us, a smile crossing her lips, when she sees me shirtless.

"I see you both talked things out," she says, making Scarlett blush.

"We did a lot more than talk things out," I smirk.

"Yes, I can clearly see that," Candice says with a small chuckle as the two children run off again.

"Can we have a word with you alone?" Scarlett asks, looking at the women who are working around the kitchen where a few, who seem to be staring at me, are clearly distracted, although there's a couple too scared to look in my direction.

Scarlett frowns, growling low in her throat, making the women who are staring freeze in terror.

Red…

I try, but her wolf has come forward, and it's clear I'm not the only one who has staked their claim. Her Alpha aura rolls off of her, making everyone in the room pale at the strength of it, weighing down on them like a blanket.

"Easy, sweetheart," I coax, pulling her into my arms. I like the fact she is possessive of me. It is fucking hot, but I can see the effect she is having on everyone.

I glance at Candice, her curiosity clear in her eyes. I don't blame her. Scarlett just gave away that she is no ordinary woman.

It's strange though and makes me certain there's definitely more to this woman than she lets on. Unlike the omegas who are visibly trembling and cowering in fear, she isn't. It is almost as if Scarlett doesn't have much effect on her, which is strange; an omega is an omega after all, regardless of their job title.

"Come, we're all a little distressed from the Alpha's visit," she murmurs quietly. She motions for us to follow and leads the way out of the room, much to the relief of the women.

"Can't blame them. He's unhinged."

"Who are you?" Candice asks after looking around the empty hallway, now turning her attention fully to Scarlett. The front door is on the ground, ripped off its hinges from when Zidane had burst in.

Scarlett and I exchange looks, and I give her a small nod. If we want people to follow the plan, we need them to know who Scarlett really is.

"I'm Scarlett Malone, first-born daughter of Zidane. I want to help this pack, but I need your help to do that," Scarlett explains quietly.

But neither Scarlett nor I am prepared for Candice's reaction.

All colour disappears from her face as her hand clamps over her mouth, her eyes wide in shock, tears brimming in them.

"Z-Zidane's d-daughter?" she whispers so quietly, as if fearing if she were to speak too loudly that something might go wrong.

"Yeah, and although I'm ashamed to be his blood, I am nothing like him," Scarlett promises.

"Scarlett… Scarlett… Oh Goddess." Candice steps forward, suddenly pulling Scarlett into a surprisingly strong hug, making the younger woman stumble forward. A move that shocks both Scarlett and me.

"You are his daughter," Candice murmurs.

I pick up on a surge of aura that affirms she is no omega.