Chapter26　What You Mean To Me

The middle-aged woman silently stepped out of the hospital room, it was past midnight and

Scarlett had just had her full check-up, they were currently at Rafael's pack hospital. Both Alphas

turned to her, tension clear on both their faces, Elijah had told Rafael exactly who Scarlett was and

how Zidane had marked her.

“How is she? Can I see her?” Elijah said shooting to his feet. His hair was dishevelled from

running his fingers through it repeatedly.

“Alpha... please calm down.” The head doctor said giving him a stern look. “First of all, the

wolfsbane must have been very minimum, there was barely any trace of it in her blood.”

Elijah said nothing, he knew it was a lot, but he had a feeling it was to do with Scarlett's special

abilities.

“To be honest, the speed she healed at is faster than even an Alpha.” She said, her eyes looked

a little intrigued but she simply sighed.

“So that's good news, right?” Rafael said.

“I'm afraid there's bad news too. The mark on her neck... it's poisoning her, I am not sure how it

occurred but it never should have happened.” She said.

“Martha... What do you mean poisoning her?” Rafael asked seeing Elijah stood there,

emotionless. He did not miss the slight tremble in Elijah’s hands.

“Something about the very nature of the mark goes against our blessed Goddess, that much is

clear, it should never have been placed upon her. Her body is fighting it, impressively might I add, if

she was a normal she-wolf I would presume she would be dead by now.” Martha said, Elijah growled

threateningly and Rafael placed a hand on his shoulder.

“She's alive and fighting it.” He said calmly.

“Is she at risk?” Elijah asked, his voice harsh yet strained. The woman looked at him

sympathetically.

“She seems to be... for now. All her wounds are healed and her body is fighting this, however I

do not know if it will have an adverse effect on her. Only time will tell. However, if her mate can

mark her the mark will disappear as her true mates will take its rightful place. I would say to mark

her when she awakens Alpha.” She said to Elijah bowing her head politely.

Elijah felt a stabbing pain in his gut, how he hated this. “I'm... we don’t know if we're mates...”

He said wishing the blood moon were here already.

The doctor looked visibly shocked but hid it quickly. “Oh... I see...”

“Can I... if I marked her... it wouldn't help, would it?" Elijah asked, desperation and pain clear in

his eyes.

The woman shook her head. “If you were to turn out to be her true mate, it may work, but the

risk is too high. Two marks upon her neck and neither belonging to her true mate may end up

killing her, I doubt that's a risk you would want to take...”

Elijah turned away licking his lips in frustration, clasping his hands behind his neck he looked at

the ceiling closing his eyes. No, it was not a risk he would ever take.

“What if I killed the fucker?” He said looking at the woman. She sighed.

“Tell me Alpha, when one wolf dies does the mark disappear from the other?”

“No.” Elijah said, his eyes flashing dark cobalt blue. The woman flinched feeling his Alpha aura

rolling off him in waves.

“Hey... Elijah... chill.”

“T-then that is your answer Alpha I am sorry... there is nothing more I can offer.” She said

apologetically, genuinely feeling bad for the Alpha who was visibly in pain regarding the woman

inside. “You can see her.”

Elijah said nothing, walking to the door he entered the hospital room. His heart thudding in his

chest, the pain was more than he could put into words. In the dimly lit room, she lay there, looking

to be in a peaceful slumber. A thin pale blue hospital gown covered her body, a linen sheet covering

her to her waist. Her chest rose and fell with each breath she took.

He walked over to her slowly, each step felt heavier, as if he were wading through tar. The guilt

that he had not been able to protect her eating him up inside.

He dropped to his knees near her bed, his eyes falling to the mark on her neck that had now

formed. He had seen it before, the same roaring wolf with a slash down its left eye. The very same

mark that graced Jessica's neck before she had it covered with several tattoos, even then the mark

shone through in the deepest shade of black possible.

The only difference was Scarlett's was surrounded by those pulsating black veins. It enraged

him that another man dared to mark her, to hurt her. His eyes flashed in anger, he had never hated

anyone as much as he hated Zidane Malone and he would make sure he died a fucking painful

death.

He did not know when his feelings had changed but he felt so strongly for the woman in the

bed he would give up everything for her. He took her slender hand in his, holding it to his lips.

Wishing he could take away all her pain. Uttering the words that had almost slipped from his lips

twice.

“I love you Red, I fucking love you.” He whispered. “So fucking much.”

The room was silent, only the distant odd howl from outside could be heard or the shutting of

a door in the distance. He stayed like that for a while, kissing her hand softly, her fresh floral scent

filling his nose and calming him troubled mind. Only jerking his head back when he felt her stir, a

soft moan leaving her lips.

“Baby?” He breathed shooting to his feet, her hand still in his.

Scarlett opened her eyes, her entire body felt achy but the only place she felt real pain was the

side of her neck. It felt as if she had been stung by several wasps at the same time. She touched her

neck, frowning when she felt the heat radiating from the spot.

Elijah took her other hand, holding both in his, he kissed them tenderly making her heart skip a

beat. He knew he would have to break the news about her mark to her... but he needed a moment

or two.

“How are you feeling kitten?” He asked softly, making her smile slightly despite the warmth that

filled her chest.

“I'm liking the concern, maybe I should get hurt more often.” She attempted a weak joke,

surprised to see the strong emotions in his eyes.

“If you want me to show you concern, I'll make sure to, day and night, don’t ever think about

getting hurt though.” He growled lowly but it was more the sound of a wolf complaining than an

angry one.

“Were you worried?” She asked softly as he got up and sat on the bed next to her, one leg on

the floor.

“The understatement of the century.” He said looking into her gorgeous green eyes before his

gaze flickered to her lips.

“Then show me exactly how you feel.” She whispered, wanting to feel his plush lips against hers.

She didn't need to ask twice, Elijah claimed hers in a sizzling passionate kiss, letting go of one of her

hands and cupping the back of her neck.

His touch tender, despite the passion, and emotions that went deep into that kiss. She tried to

keep up but she was either too tired or he was simply too fast, kissing her as if it were the last time.

Their racing hearts, the sound of their lips meeting, their soft sighs were the only thing that

could be heard in the room.

His tongue slipped into her mouth, exploring every inch, before he sucked on her tongue

dominatingly, his grip on her tightening. She moaned into his lips, her stomach a mess of

butterflies, feeling the familiar ache settling between her thighs, feeling the wetness building, the

betraying scent of her arousal filling the air.

He broke away when she needed air, breathing slightly heavily himself. She was satisfied to see

she was not the only one turned on. A light blush coated her cheek when her eyes fell on his front,

his visible manhood making her own core only throb.

“Don’t.” He groaned “Trust me I am not thinking about sex.”

“I know, I just love how I can affect you so easily.” She said smirking. Elijah flashed her a smirk

back, he loved how she was so brave, impressed that she could act so normal, yet at the same time

it worried him. It was almost as if she was used to it...

She made to sit up, but Elijah swiftly scooped her up and adjusted her pillows “Hey take it easy

you were hurt quite bad...”

His eyes now roamed her arms and legs, not one wound, bruise or mark was left. He still had

his injuries, although they were on the way to healing.

Scarlett tensed, seeing how his eyes roamed her body. She had kept her rather fast healing on

the low, ever since she was little, when they had moved to Jacksons pack. She rarely got hurt so it

wasn't hard to hide, but the way Elijah was looking at her now, she knew it was no longer a secret...

Elijah’s frown only deepened, a chilling thought entering his mind. He had seen the scars that

littered Jessica's back, her arms and even her legs. There was one even on the back of her head. He

had seen the few faint scars on Indigo... but never had he saw one on Scarlett...

His father had once told him when he had been set to marry Jessica that they had all suffered

at the hands of Zidane. He had also said how Scarlett was the luckiest and had not suffered as much

as her mother and sister... But something told Elijah that he had been very very wrong...

“If 1 ask you something, will you tell me the truth Scarlett?” He asked softly, stroking her hair

with such softness it made her close her eyes under his soothing touch. She opened her eyes

reluctantly nodding slowly, she had a feeling what it may be, but she just hoped it

wasn't...0000000000000000