Her Forbidden Alpha

Chapter 18

　The Pain of Betrayal

“Come join us.” The same woman spoke, her tongue running along her plump lips. All three were beautiful that was for sure, their curvaceous bodies, smooth skin, each a different shade that looked enticing as they rubbed their breasts against each other and kissed erotically.

But for the first time in Elijah’s life, he averted his gaze feeling repulsed. Simply looking at them felt like a betrayal to Scarlett.

The thought of his gorgeous creamy skinned doll, the haze seemed to clear a little and he knew he needed to get out. He turned, pulling at the door, growling when he realised it was locked. He hissed realising the entire thing was made from fucking silver.

“Open this fucking door!” He growled knowing someone must be outside. He tensed feeling a pair of hands run down his chest, he turned growling at the woman who dared to touch him. His vision swaying slightly, the drug that had been burned in the room was getting to him.

“Don’t fucking touch me!” He growled, the woman smiled running her hands down his chest and abs ignoring him. Crouching sexily in front of him she began working on the zipper on his pants. Elijah pushed her away, although for a moment he was envisioning Scarlett in front of him, he knew it was the effect of the drugs, he needed to get out of here fast before he did something he would regret.

‘Elijah, what did he want?’ Scarlett’s voice came in his head. He closed his eyes as he punched the door, only making a dent, his own hand sizzling from the burns.

He glared at the woman, letting his alpha aura roll off him and satisfied when the woman paled a little.

‘Elijah?!’ Scarlett’s voice came through the link again, worry clear in her gorgeous voice. He tried to reply but his mind felt too hazy. His wolf was restless too, he could feel his emotion as if it were a

second presence in his head, well it was. He staggered to the window pulling the curtain back, cursing when he realised it was covered in silver bars.

Looking around he scanned the room, his eyes focusing on the wall near the door. About to walk to it, the three women came towards him. He swore thinking what the fuck was this, they dragged him to the bed, they were strong and he wondered why the drug wasn’t affecting them the way it did him?

Even when his back hit the bed and one of the three climbed on top of him, another working on his pants, he still had enough energy to push them off – until he felt a stinging in his arm. The third had injected him with something, he felt the instant rush to his dick, feeling it harden.

“What the fuck is this bullshit?” He growled grabbing the one on top of him by the neck when she leaned in for a kiss. “I said I’m not fucking interested!”

It was at that moment the door slammed open, to reveal a breathless Scarlett. The worry on her face changed to shock as she took in the scene.

Elijah on his back on the bed holding a woman by the neck, a second already unzipping his pants… the third laying next to him.

Pain engulfed her, sending sharp shooting pains through her chest. Feeling suffocated her hand went to her throat, as she staggered back, her eyes falling to the hardened bulge in his pants.

Elijah’s eyes met hers, relief flooding him until he realised she had misunderstood the situation. His stomach sank, the raw pain that shone in her glittering eyes sent agony through him, he did not want her to feel that way. Not because of him.

“Scarlett… listen to me… don’t-!” He could not finish his sentence, when she turned shutting the door after her. Elijah growled at the women pushing them off him. One of them tried to pin him down and

Elijah threw her off him so she hit the far wall, a scream of pain leaving her lips. Not caring if he had hurt her or not he rushed from the room, he needed to get to Scarlett.

He tried to mind link her but his head felt heavy and he could not make the connection. Growling he let his nose lead him, moving faster, he needed to get to her before everything fell through…

—–

Scarlett struggled to contain her emotions. The pain and hurt she felt seeing Elijah in such a position was stronger than anything she had ever felt before. She ran through the halls, her heart thundering. Why did she even agree to this relationship thing with him knowing she had feelings for him to begin with? For him it was different. It was obvious she would never be enough for him. He had always been a player, having countless women, then how did she even believe that one woman could satisfy him?

She entered the room they had been given, slamming the door behind her and walked to the mirror staring at her reflection. She was pretty but there were plenty of pretty women around. Maybe she was not enough for him… She looked at herself disgusted. Exclusive © material by Nô(/v)elDrama.Org.

Since when did a man’s opinion make her doubt her self-worth? She punched the mirror shattering it to pieces. She was not a fucking toy to satisfy men, to let herself drown in self-pity that she was not good enough. To hell with that, she was good enough, she would not let one man’s action define her self- value. The only reason he probably even wanted her was because she was a woman he could not have. As his stepsister, she was automatically off-limits. Maybe it was that idea of attaining something that was forbidden that made him want her.

‘You’re a fool Scarlett.’ She told herself, she could even feel her wolfs pain. She frowned, since when had her wolf even got attached? Didn’t wolves only care when they met their mates? Well, whatever the reason, Scarlett was disappointed in herself for hurting her wolf as well.

She was a pro at hiding her pain and emotions. This would only be another knife wound in a pool of endless pain. Closing her eyes, she clenched her bleeding fist, welcoming the physical pain, it was easier to bear than the one that was hacking at her chest.

No man would break her. Not now. Not ever.

She walked to the bathroom to rinse the glass and blood from her fist. Her eyes stung a little but she refused to allow herself to cry. She opened the tap placing her hand under the running water, her vision blurred a little as the red ran into pink but she remained strong.

Even when she heard the bedroom door burst open she simply looked in the mirror, her face in its usual expression. She heard him swear before he ran into the bathroom, his eyes filled with worry and concern.

‘Worry he lost his precious little plaything’ Scarlett thought with contempt, she raised an eyebrow.

“Already done?” She asked casually.

Elijah looked at her, his worry and concern now joined by uneasiness. Why was she so calm?

“It wasn’t what it looked like; Scarlett Zidane set me up-”

“Elijah, it’s ok, chill.” She said turning away from the sink, there was still a few shards of glass she needed to pick out…

“Scarlett please… let me explain.” Elijah said stepping closer to her. Scarlett looked into his eyes, the pain she was trying to bury still hurt but she refused to let it reach her eyes.

“Fine you can explain whilst I get these glass shards out.” She said casually, she did not want to hear his excuses, he always had them ready. Did nothing really happen between him and Fiona as he had said? She was not too sure anymore.

Elijah’s heart thudded in his chest, her casual attitude hurt, did she really not care? Had he imagined the hurt and betrayal in her eyes when she saw him?

She walked past him, her eyes flickering to the obvious tent in his pants, scoffing quietly. What a dick. She walked to the bed and sat down, focusing on her hand as she began picking out the glass. Elijah was in front of her instantly, about to take her hand.

“Let me?”

“Ew no, not sure where your hands have been, I’m ok.” She said knowing she sounds harsh but did not care.

“Red…” He said, her words hurt. He cupped her face, forcing her to look at him. “I didn’t touch them…”

“It’s ok like I said, maybe it was for the best it happened now before we took it further, I think we should end the stupid deal we made anyway. I’m no longer interested.” She said, her words sliced him like a silver knife to the chest. Why did it hurt so much?

“I was set up, I was trying to get them off me, please don’t shut me out Red, I…” He trailed off, shock hitting him. What had he been about to say? The unspoken words rang loud in his head. He could feel the anguish of his wolf within him too. He let go of her face, those green eyes that could be so expressive were now empty glass… She looked away picking out the glass, he placed a hand on her knee.

“He’s trying to separate us.” He said hating that he sounded so useless. When had he, a fucking alpha, become this pathetic state of a man? And worse he did not care, he did not care that he had to swallow his pride, for her he would.

“He hasn’t succeeded though, we’re here being civil and we will see this through.” She said lightly. “There, all done.”

She raised her hand watching the tiny cuts all begin to heal. She gave a small smirk; one he was too familiar with.

“Don’t shut me out Red…” He said softly, his husky voice pleading, the feeling in his chest was getting worse, he had never felt fear before. But now… he was terrified he was losing her before he even had her.

He was on his knees by the bed, the drugs he had inhaled were clearing up despite his erection that refused to go down thanks to whatever they injected him with, although he was in no mood for sex.

“I’m not, chill Elijah. So here’s the plan-” She was cut off when he cupped her face, claiming her lips in a soft passionate kiss. If he could not get through to her by words then he would show her physically. He wanted her to understand his feelings for her. The fresh sweet taste of her mouth was perfect, his lips caressed hers sensually, trying to express his worry, concern and regret through it. To show her only she mattered to him, but she didn’t kiss him back.

It took her a moment to recover from the shock, another stabbing shot of pain searing her heart. How much was he going to hurt her? Her wolf wanted to believe him, she could sense it, but she did not agree to that. She pulled away roughly, anger flaring inside of her and she backhanded him hard across the face, making his head brutally snap to the side.

His eyes flashed with anger and hurt, looking into her simmering green ones. The pain from her refusal outweighed the pain of her slap.

“I said. The. Deal. Is. Off. Don’t ever try to fucking kiss me again.” She hissed venomously. “You are my future alpha, so I will try to respect you as long as you do not cross the line…”

Elijah did not speak, sadness washed over him, it did not work. It was not enough, were his feelings not enough? Did she really not feel anything?

A knock on the door interrupted them and Scarlett stood up to get it, her heart thundering in her chest…

—–

“Alpha, Scarlett got there before the plan could go through.” Alaric said bowing his head to Zidane who sat in his dark office. The curtains were drawn, oh how he hated the sunshine. The only light in the room came from the chandelier that hung from the ceiling. The walls were dark brown panels, the floor covered in a black carpet. Only adding to the darkness of the room, the furniture was all made out of dark brown wood as well.

The alpha was sat upon his leather chair as if it was a throne. Leaning against the left armrest, a cold smirk on his face, one that did not reach his eyes. His chilling aura rolling off him in waves.

“Oh, it worked… it worked well enough…” Zidane said.

“Alpha, are you-” Alaric was cut off, his entire body slammed against the wall, his Alpha’s hand around his throat.

“Never. Question. Me.” He hissed. Before Alaric could even reply his head was ripped off his body, blood splattering the walls, the floor and Zidane’s white suit. The Alpha let the body fall to the floor, kicking it roughly. He wiped his bloody hands on his jacket, the smell of metallic blood strong in the air.

“She may have been gone for 8 years, but I know exactly how to get to her.” He murmured, a cruel smile crossed his lips. He would break her strong resolve, did she really think she was powerful enough to face him? What a foolish mistake… and once she pushed the alpha away on her own accord… she would be his to destroy, to control and to use…

Zidane walked to his seat, unbothered that the dead body of one of his men lay there, as he simply rocked his chair side to side…