Chapter15　You're Mine

Scarlett had just showered, moisturised and finished blow-drying her hair when Elijah returned.

Her heart skipped a beat seeing him stood there. She could still smell their earlier antics on him, not

missing how his eyes ran over her.

Wearing an oversized off-shoulder top with princess Mulan on it and black leggings, she looked

good he thought. He didn't miss the fact that she wasn't wearing a bra, the thought only making his

dick throb. Her smooth creamy skin was on show and the marks he had left were already beginning

to fade slightly, by tomorrow afternoon they would probably be fully gone he thought. He liked his

mark on her...

“You were quick.”

“Luckily there was a chip shop around the corner and they were about to shut shop but I

persuaded them to take my order.” He said giving her a smirk, he placed the paper bags on the bed

next to her.

“Perfect timing, or were you just abusing your alpha power?” She said rubbing her stomach,

only making his attention go to her breasts.

“Either way you got your chips. Start eating I'll be out soon.” He said wanting to kiss her sore

looking lips, he usually never cared for stuff like that unless it led to sex. Not waiting for a reply he

left the room, leaving Scarlett a little confused. She shook her head, pushing the thought aside and

opened the bags, her stomach rumbling loudly..

Elijah showered quickly, forgetting to get his own toiletries he just used hers. The image of her

on her knees in front of him, his dick in her mouth flashed through his mind. He groaned - fuck. He

had thought he'd be a little satisfied once he had a taste of her but it just seemed to have made him

fucking hornier.

Washing quickly he stepped out of the shower, wrapping a towel around his waist. He had not

even brought his clothes in. He wiped the steam from the mirror, looking at his reflection. His gaze

falling to the deep red marks on his neck, leaning closer he inspected the scratches. They were as

fresh as if he had just gotten them. They should have been gone by now... He was an alpha and they

were not even that deep — why weren't they healing quickly? Remembering what happened to

Hank, he grew curious. There was something different about Scarlett - her wolf size, the unique

colour, her strength and now this.

He re-entered the bedroom seeing Scarlett had arranged the food on a plastic bag on one of

the beds. She wasn't eating, clearly waiting for him and browsing the TV. Her eyes shifted to him,

trailing over his body. Her core throbbed as she saw the water trickle down into the towel that hung

dangerously low on his hips. She licked her lips without realising, making Elijah growl.

“Don't.” He said warningly.

“Don’t what?” She asked raising an arched eyebrow.

“Don't lick your lips or I'll put them to good use...” He murmured coming and sitting on the

bed, her eyes widened as she stared at him.

“Aren't you going to get dressed?” She asked, thinking how was she supposed to focus if he

was sat there with just a towel on...

“Why does it bother you?” He teased mockingly. “Just admit it, I am the sexiest man you've ever

seen”

“You mean the most annoyingly cocky guy? Yeah.” Scarlett replied, refusing to help inflate his

already huge ego.

“One you find completely sexy right?” He said. She rolled her eyes in reply. He watched her

unwrap her fish and chips and began eating, a soft moan of satisfaction leaving her lips when she

bit into a chip.

“Goddess I'm starved.” She groaned, licking the salt and vinegar off her finger. Not even

noticing that Elijah was watching her, wondering how he never really noticed some stuff about her.

Her ears were pierced several times including her tragus on her right ear, which he could see from

where he sat. She had dimples when she smiled, her lashes were long and her face was pretty

expressive.

He smiled slightly as he too began eating, having bought himself a chicken fillet burger and

chips.

“So, when is your Alpha initiation ceremony?” She asked, turning her gorgeous green eyes on

him but trying not to stare at his sexy body. Elijah frowned deeply.

“Dads delaying it... it should have been finalised by now but he was avoiding the conversation.”

He said, his voice cold. Scarlett looked up, sensing the anger and his alpha aura radiating off him in

waves.

“Hey... he probably has a reason.” She said placing a hand on his shoulder, trying not to focus

on his sexy body. She looked into his stormy eyes, his frown simply deepening.

“It's an insult as if I'm not worthy of being a fucking alpha...” He said coldly.

“You will be an amazing alpha, I don't really want to make you any more big-headed than you

already are but you clearly care for your pack, you're mature, fair and you know what's best for the

pack. All your missing is your Luna...” She trailed off, a pang of hurt crossing her chest. Her heart

raced and she removed her hand looking down at her food:

Elijah didn’t miss the change in her heartbeat but didn't comment on it. “Yeah that's exactly his

fucking reason... a fucking Luna won't make me a better alpha. I don't need a mate and neither do I

believe in love.” He said.

Scarlett looked at him, she did not agree with him. “That's not actually true... Dad isn't wrong...

You need a Luna. You may not realise it now, but she will be an important part of your life... You say

you don't believe in love Elijah but I'm sure when your mate is before you, you'll fall unconditionally

in love with her.” She smiled, her emotions hidden behind a perfect mask. Hiding the pain of

imagining Elijah leaving her suddenly for his mate, she gulped down some orange juice wanting to

distract herself from her thoughts.

Elijah only felt more pissed, the way she was totally ok with him finding his fucking mate... It

was clear she did not really give a fuck about him. Just thinking about her with a mate of her own,

pissed him off entirely. He had only just got her and he wanted to enjoy the time with her for as

long as possible

“Are you looking forward to finding yours?” He asked coldly.

She looked at him and nodded.

“Yes... because I'm sure he'll love me... Although my father was an awful mate to my mother.

Most mates are great, look at Aaron and Monica, Aunty Adeline and Uncle Damien, Jacob and

Nick... they're perfect...” She said smiling softly, looking into his eyes. “I'm sure the moon goddess

will give me a mate who will complete me in every way.”

Elijah’s frown only deepened, her speaking lovingly about some fucking guy that she hadn't

even met yet only further angered him. He wasn't sure if it was because of their strong difference of

opinion or what, but his rage only flared up into a burning inferno within him. He leaned over

grabbing her by the neck, sending a rush of pleasure to her core.

“Well... until the shit show turns up, you're mine. I'll fuck you so good, that when you do fuck

him... you'll be thinking about me.” He said in a rough whisper.

Scarlett frowned despite the ache that was throbbing within her, she looked into his eyes that

were flickering from cerulean to cobalt

“I'll let you know if I do, although I don’t think anyone can do me better than my mate.” She

shot back, Elijah growled kissing her roughly. She gasped not expecting him to. He took the chance

to slip his tongue into her mouth, pushing her back on the bed and leaning over her.

He kissed her harder, fuelled by his emotions - passion, anger, possessiveness... For now, she

was his and he did not appreciate her talking about someone else. She pressed at his chest trying to

push him off, her own body betraying her as she moaned against his lips. She felt his hard-on

against her core through his towel, that she feared my drop any moment. Her eyes flew open, trying

to get the pissed off alpha off her she bit into his lip. Hard. Tasting blood but it did the job.

“Fuck Red.” He growled, breaking away and breathing heavily whilst sitting back on the other

bed.

“Fuck you, what the hell was that!” She said, Elijah licked his lip smirking arrogantly.

“You're turned on, so you tell me.”

“Don't act so impulsively...” She said glaring at him. Her eyes fell to his neck, spotting the red

scratches from earlier and her anger decreased. She got off the bed. “What happened to your...?"

She trailed off realising it must have been her. She looked away, it was not the first time she had

hurt someone and they had not healed.

“Guess you like to leave a lasting mark.” He said, even his lip wasn't healing. She looked into his

eyes wondering if he thought she was a freak too. But she did not care, she was not about to

change for anyone.

“Your lip won't heal... I would say sorry but you deserved it.” She said bending down to examine

it. Her soft green orbs meeting his deep blue one’s.

“Maybe I did... but you could at least give me a kiss to make up for it?” He said seductively, his

hands going to her hips and he tugged her into his lap. Once again, she found herself straddling

him. A soft sigh escaping her lips feeling his dick pressing against her core.

“One kiss and then bed.” She said firmly, using all her willpower to not start grinding on him.

“Make it a good one.” He murmured, his hands slipping under her top stroking her hips. She

looked into his eyes, her heart hammering. Leaning towards him her lips met his softly, a strange

emotion ran through Elijah as he closed his eyes kissing her back. Something about these soft kisses

they shared confused him, yet he enjoyed them...

Their lips moved in sync as if performing a sensual dance, neither fought for control, both

simply enjoying the soft touch of the other. Scarlett sighed softly moving back, the honeyed taste of

his mouth lingering, the feel of his plush lips still tingled on hers. Her heart was pounding, she got

off his lap slowly. Elijah let her, his eyes holding hers, his head feeling a little light. The effect she

had on him was mind-blowing.

“Good enough?” She asked, trying to lighten the odd mood that had settled.

“You can say that.” He said, her gaze flickered to the obvious tent formed in his towel. Blushing

lightly she turned her back to him, gathering up the rubbish. Elijah simply leaned back on his hands,

his eyes fixed on her ass. Oh, he couldn't wait to fuck her... and something told him, that day was

going to be soon...

Once she was done she went to brush her teeth, relieved to see he had put some pants on

when she had returned. Getting into bed she switched the lights off, staring at the ceiling very

aware of how close he was on the other bed.

“Are you ready, to see him tomorrow?” He asked after a moment. Her heart thudded,

remembering the traumatic experiences at her father's hand. A shudder ran through her body, glad

Elijah could not see her from under her blanket. She could see his body outlined from where he lay

on top of his sheets, her eyes dipping to the front of his pants. Feeling herself throb she looked

away thinking she was worse than he was. Sighing she pondered on what he just asked her.

“I don't think I'll ever be ready... but I got this, I'm not a child he can hurt anymore.” She said

quietly.

“And I'll be right there, no ones going to touch you.” He said. She did not reply, silently

appreciating his comment. Despite being strong it was good to know you have someone in your

corner...

She fell asleep first, although it was a restless slumber, tossing and turning, memories of long

ago plaguing her dreams. Elijah turned to look at the agitated woman a mere foot and a half away

from him.

He himself could not sleep, not with her scent invading his senses. He propped himself up on

his elbow, watching her. Her hair fell in front of her face, a frown creasing her brow as she stirred in

her sleep, he leaned over brushing her hair out of her face.

His gaze falling to those plump lips of hers. She really was gorgeous, even without a speck of

make-up. She was a natural beauty and he did not only mean her face... His gaze fell to her mounds,

the clingy fabric of her top shaping them perfectly.

“Fuck...” He muttered, getting off the bed. He pushed his towards hers, closing the small gap

between them. A smirk played on his lips when he got back on the bed and slowly tugged her onto

his side, she stirred and he simply stroked her hair until she relaxed once again. Pulling her against

his chest he kissed the top of her head, inhaling her light floral scent. Hoping she would at least

sleep better in his arms.

Satisfied when she snuggled against him, feeling the painful hard-on he had just about got rid

of, sprang back into action. This was getting fucking embarrassing... he thought. He might need to

switch to baggy track pants and oversized hoodies... Resting his head on top of hers, he tried not to

focus on the way her delicious curves were pressed against him and instead on the sweet scent of

her freshly shampooed hair.

He never slept with women he fucked, unless he was completely drunk. Preferring to kick them

out or leave himself right after he had got what he wanted. But with Scarlett it was different. With

these thoughts swimming in his head, he fell asleep soon after...00000000000000