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Elijah

“ E -Elijah?” Fiona’s voice comes. Scarlett tries to turn her head but my grip on her hair is firm.

“Stop, she’ll hear,” she whispers, but I’m really not bothered, actually I want her to hear. I just don’t care. I begin pounding her hard and rough, knowing she loves a little pain with the pleasure. Scarlett bites her lip trying to stop herself as I bend down, my lips brushing her ear.

“Don’t hold back those pretty moans or I’ll go harder, Kitten,” I whisper seductively. I want Fiona to hear it. She’s fucking annoying and I need her to get that in her fucking head that I’m done with her.

“Baby, she’s outside – ah!” she yelps as I give her ass a sharp spank. I smirk, letting go of her hair. I wrap my hand around her throat, pulling her up against me, my teeth grazing her ear.

“Then let her hear how much fun we’re having,” I groan, my canines grazing her neck just below her ear, making her whimper. I grab her boob, squeezing it hard. A salacious moan escapes her, before I push her onto the desk again and continue pounding her harder, the pleasure and intensity rushing through me, her moans now accompanied by my own groans of satisfaction.

Scarlett isn’t holding back any longer. She leans into me, her eyes fluttering shut, lost in pleasure. Her breath is ragged under my brutal, pleasure-filled assault on her pussy. Her moans and the sight of her bent over in front of me drive me fucking crazy. I’ve missed her, every part of her, the way she milks my cock for all its worth, her tight pussy, her sexy ass, her moans of pleasure...

I’m not certain, but I think I hear footsteps rushing away. About fucking time.

I focus all my pent-up emotions into fucking her, not holding back at all. Feeling her tighten around me is the best fucking feeling ever.

“Oh fuck, Elijah, I’m going to come!” Scarlett moans, about to break free from the belt when I growl.

“Break free and I’ll fucking have to punish you, sweetheart,” I growl, delivering a few final hard thrusts. “Now come for me,” I command, tipping her over the edge. Her entire body tenses, a soft scream leaving her lips before she collapses onto the table. Her entire body is trembling from her orgasm.

I come seconds later, releasing my load into her, spanking her ass as I slowly pull out with a breathless grunt. “Fuck, that was so good,” I mutter, my eyes fixed on her pussy, my white, milky cum dripping out of her. The sight only makes me throb again. I look at her wrists, and the slight redness from the belt makes me frown.

I break it off, watching her bruises instantly heal up. I wrap my arms around her waist, pulling her up against me, and kiss her cheek. Her eyes are still shut, her cheeks flushed as she gets her breath back. If I wasn’t holding her, she would collapse. She leans into me, my dick pressed against her ass, making her whimper.

“Goddess, you make me lose my senses every time,” she says, leaning into me. I smirk, dropping back onto the chair, and pulling her onto my lap. She looks up at me, her heart skipping a beat.

“I love you, Red,” I murmur, kissing her neck softly. I watch her, seeing the emotion in her eyes as if she wants to say something, but instead, she looks away and buries her face in my neck. I lock my arms around her, stroking her arm. “You are the only Luna I want. That means I need you in this pack,” I say quietly.

“I’m an Alpha, Elijah,” she says softly. “I have things I have to do. I have my own responsibilities. I can’t ignore my pack.”

“I know. We’ll figure this out – combine packs or something. I promise. Just let me help you; you’re not alone, Red,” I remind her, kissing her bare shoulder. She doesn’t say anything for a moment, feeling my intense gaze on her. She closes her eyes and nods in defeat.

“Ok, we’re in this together. We’ll figure it out,” she agrees. A smile crosses my face as I pull her closer, flooded with relief. She’s letting me in. Now it’s my job to make sure I don’t lose this chance ever again.

Scarlett

“ Hey .”

I look up to see Indigo standing at my door. She’s been quieter since everything happened. And I won’t deny I am enjoying it for as long as it lasts.

“Hey.”

“What are you doing?”

“Well, the salon fired me.” I pull a face. “I guess not showing up to work for days on end isn’t the smartest thing, right?”

“Oh, well, I’m sure you’ll find another job. So uh, Mama and Dad wanna speak to you and Elijah. Grandma Amelia demanded to be here for it too,” she explains.

“Oh, now I guess?” I’m glad Grandma Amelia is going to be there. I could use some backup. Goddess, I’m grateful for her. I haven’t seen Elijah since our makeup sex, if that’s what it was. He went to deal with the four men. I only told him to go easy on Derek, but I did agree that he does need some sort of punishment, too.

I had gone for a walk after that makeup session, pondering over everything that went down at the trial, then with Elijah, and the future that we want before returning home. The fresh air always does me good.

Zidane is the biggest issue that we need to handle. It feels strange saying us rather than me, but I have seen the stubborn will in Elijah’s eyes and know he won’t drop it, nor will he let me do this alone. Candace has yet to message either of us with any updates despite it being a while, so I dropped her a quick message. I really hope everything is okay with the elder woman.

“Yeah… now; they’re in the lounge.”

“Thanks, Indy.”

She gives me a small smile, but her eyes are still full of worry. I sit up, taking a deep breath before I head downstairs. I’m almost to the bottom of the steps when the front door opens and Elijah steps inside. As always, he looks effortlessly hot.

Our eyes meet and my heart skips a beat. He crosses the hall, eating up the distance between us swiftly before cupping my face, and pressing his lips against mine in a deep and pleasurable kiss. My eyes fly open, not expecting him to do that in our own hallway!

But my shock is soon consumed by the addictive sensation of his lips against mine, and I melt into his touch. A low, dangerous growl makes me tense.

Dad!

My heart thuds, but even when I try to pull away, Elijah doesn’t let go of me until he has kissed me breathless. He loosens his hold on me but doesn’t let go as we both turn to see Dad standing there, looking beyond angry.

“Get in here, both of you!” he snaps, his eyes burning teal. I glance at Elijah.

“He’ll get over it,” he says, unfazed, and takes my hand. His eyes trail over me, checking me out unapologetically as we step into the lounge.

The first thing I notice is the state Mama is in. Her face is blotchy, her skin grey, her eyes red and hollow. Grandma Amelia is holding her but she looks horrific. I hurry to her side, worry filling me as my stomach twists. I know the reason behind this, and I feel guilty for telling her.

“Mama, look at you.”

“Scarlett, my baby, tell me why?” she whispers, pulling away from Grandma Amelia and hugging me tightly. I glance at Grandma Amelia, whose eyes hold sorrow but understanding. She gives me a nod and a motion to tell Mama what she wants to know.

The door closes and I glance back to see Dad is the one to shut it as he glares scathingly at Elijah. I wish he didn’t treat him like this. Doesn’t he see he too lost a parent? Dad’s always been attentive of me and Indigo, but I feel he’s always been harder on Elijah.

“Scarlett!”

“Why what?”

“Tell me why you didn’t say anything. He hurt you, didn’t he? He abused you, didn’t he?!” Her voice cracks, and she stares at me distraught. “He knew you healed fast; he figured it out.”

It’s a statement, not a question. I nod slowly as I tug free from her hold and sit on the sofa beside her, letting out a heavy sigh.

“Yeah, he treated me the same way he did you and Indigo, and when he found out I was a much more… durable target, he enjoyed it,” I say quietly, looking at my hands that are now intertwined with Mama’s. She closes her eyes, her heart thundering.

“And here I was trying to tell you to always be patient with Indigo because she had been abused, not knowing you were too. Goddess, I thought he was going to make you his heir. I’m so stupid.” Her voice is barely audible as she rocks gently. A move to comfort herself.

“Tell me what he did and don’t try to protect me by lying. I am your mother, Scarlett; it was my job to protect you! Not the other way around!” she cries, standing up in frustration as fresh tears of sadness, guilt and anger spill down her cheeks.

“Mama, it’s okay. I handled it. Yes, he took advantage of it, knowing I could hold out longer than both of you, but I’m fine. I got through it.”

“Tell me what he did,” Mama orders, her eyes flashing angrily. “I want answers.”

“Can we not do this right now?” I ask. Elijah leans against the wall, but it’s obvious he isn’t going to defend me. He wants to know too…

I clench my jaw, refusing to speak.

“We are doing this here and now! How can I help you when you are always so stubborn?! Please, Scarlett!” Mama snaps, wiping her tears in frustration.

“Your mother has a right to know,” Grandma Amelia says. Dad nods. Standing up, he places his arms around Mama, who is staring at me.

For a moment, flashes of my traumatic childhood flit through my head, sending chills down my spine. I hate thinking about it, hate the knots of fear that it causes within the pit of my stomach, fear that I’ve tried to subdue.

Elijah walks over to me, taking a seat next to me. He places his arm around my shoulders, stroking my arm as if he can sense my emotions.

“It’s high time you stop fighting the world alone, Red,” he says softly. I don’t look at him, although I feel comforted in his embrace. Taking a deep breath, I look at Mama instead.

I guess I don’t need to tell anyone exactly what he did, but I have to stop hiding it. There is no way out of this mess, and they all want answers. Telling the pack about Hank and the others has lifted a burden from within me, and perhaps this might do the same.

Enough hiding the secrets of your past within you, Scarlett, I tell myself, sensing my wolf stir.

Well, here goes nothing.

“In the garage, he had this room – his lair, as he called it. It was my special room. I never left for training camps, Mama. I never left pack grounds at all. When I was gone for days on end, I was down there, being his little torture toy. He’d watch the wounds close, then reopen them, laughing like a maniac trying to find out what he could do to keep me from healing so fast. He’d drive nails into me, poison my open wounds so they were excruciating. He’d beat me to an inch of my life and then do it all over. He told me I was created for him to abuse… because why else did the Goddess not give him an heir?” My voice is soft and quiet, but it is extremely loud in the now ever-so-silent room.

I look at their stunned faces, each one wearing a mask of horror at my words.