Chapter2　An Unexpected Visitor

It was twenty minutes later, and both walked into the service station. Ordering some

McDonalds, Elijah carried the tray to the table.

“I can't believe you can still eat four big macs...” She said, staring at his abs. He was an alpha

after all and guess with all the working out he needed it.

“I'm a big boy, Red, I need fuel.” He replied, as they took a seat opposite each other. She took

her fish fillet meal and unwrapping her burger, looked across at him. Once again, her stomach did a

flip when their eyes met.

“Are you still single? Or have you found a man that can tame that temper of yours?” He asked,

biting into his burger, thinking he doubted she was single; boys had always found her sexy and hot.

But it was her feisty temper that never got them far. But looking at her now, there was no way she

was single. And he knew she had not found her mate or there would have been a mark on her neck.

“Very funny Elijah, how about you? Are you still a fuckboy or have you found your mate who

can tame your wild ways?" She asked, avoiding his question as she imitated the tone he had used.

Knowing he hadn't, or the entire pack would have known. Elijah smirked.

“I like my wild ways... there are no rules when it comes to me.” He said, leaning forward as he

winked at her. Her heart thudded in her chest.

“What does that even mean?” she asked sipping her drink.

“Figure it out, Red, figure it out...” Elijah said. His eyes fell on those red lips of hers, the way they

wrapped around that straw... The way she licked her lips.

He frowned, what the fuck was his problem. She was his stepsister, and he was checking her out

a little too much... He needed to get a woman tonight, release all the pent-up energy he seemed to

have inside of him.

“Wasn't there a blood moon like a month ago?” He asked after a moment. For werewolves, they

could only find their mate on a blood moon. Something that occurred two nights in a year. It was

on these nights that the bond snapped into place, as long as your mate was nearby.

“Yes, there was.” She said, curtly frowning at her burger. If she had found her mate, perhaps

these stupid feelings would have gone away.

Cade frowned, signalling to the two wolves by his side to attack. Scarlett turned ready to fight,

a spasming pain ricocheting up her side but the wolves were aiming for Elijah. Who had shifted into

a magnificent light brown wolf, his fur was glossy.

He was huge, bigger than before Scarlett thought in awe. He clearly stood over 5 feet in height

on all fours, and he was larger than any alpha wolf Scarlett had seen before.

He lunged at the wolves before they even got to him, biting into one of their necks as he

ripped it clean off the body. Blood splattered everywhere. His paw slashing through the other

wolves chest.

When the first wolf fell to the ground dead, shifting into the body of a decapitated human.

Cade must have mind linked something to the second wolf, who quickly retreated. Elijah shifted to

his human form, a strong aura surrounding him. His alpha power emanating from him.

“Tell your alpha, there's no fucking way he’s getting Scarlett. Whatever his reasons, try to attack

or reach out to her one more time and I will take it as a personal attack. You don't want to get on

the wrong side of future Alpha Elijah Westwood of The Blood Moon Pack and we're ready for war."

He said his voice was dangerous and deep.

Cade frowned and nodded, casting one last glance at Scarlett.

“You can't run from your birthright...” He mumbled before turning, shifting, and running off.

Scarlett took a deep breath, and it was then she realised that Elijah was stood ass naked in front

of her. He turned, and she quickly closed her eyes.

“Clothes!” She shrieked, Elijah raised an eyebrow, looking down.

“What are you, a baby? Never seen a cock before?” He asked, thinking she had no problem with

that other guy's dick on show.

“Of course I have. I just don't want to be traumatised for life by seeing yours!” She said, wincing

at the sting of pain in her side.

“Whatever you say, Red, every woman would beg to get one look at mine." His cocky reply

came.

“I'm your sister, remember?" She retorted, her eyes still averted, knowing if she looked, she

would just have even more vivid images to dream over. He did not reply, flipping the wrecked car

onto all fours and opening the boot. Taking out his duffel bag, he pulled on a pair of pants.

“You can look now, prude.” He remarked, walking over to her as she rolled her eyes. Knowing

she was hiding something. He had not missed how she had cut the guy off, or the fear that rolled

off her. But now was not the time to ask. Reaching for the hem of her black top, he tore it off her,

making her gasp.

“What are you doing!” She shrieked, covering her breasts in the lacy red bra with her arms. Not

that it covered much, he thought. She was a decent-sized cup, not huge and not small either. The

perfect size for his hands, he thought, frowning as he pushed the thought away. She was his

stepsister, he reminded himself. His eyes moved from her tempting breasts to her waist before he

crouched down

“It'll heal, although it is pretty deep.” He said, about to touch it when she grabbed his arms.

Glaring at him despite the very faint blush on her cheeks. He raised an eyebrow, smirking at her

embarrassment, not knowing it was their close proximity that was getting to her. Taking her wrists,

he held them against the car still crouching before her.

“What are you doing?!” She yelped, her heart hammering. Was she dreaming? Her core

throbbed and his rough move had only made matters worse.

“It'll heal quicker.” He said huskily, he leaned in, not missing her thudding heart. And ran his

tongue along the wound slowly. She gasped as pleasure erupted through her. Her eye lids fluttered

shut, her core aching with pleasure. As his tongue slowly ran up her hip, across her waist, and

stopped just below her breast.

He inhaled her tempting scent, the feel of her skin and the sweet taste of her blood. Alpha

saliva had healing abilities, although more so in wolf form. He knew she would have healed soon

enough, but seeing her there in her bra had awakened something inside him, and he had wanted to

feel her smooth skin against his lips..

He looked up, past her perfect mounds. Not missing the hardened buds, which sent blood

rushing down south. Slowly shifting his gaze to her flushed face, just as their eyes met, the scent of

her arousal hit him like an intoxicating avalanche...00000