Her Forbidden Alpha novel Chapter 41

　　She felt as if someone had just shot her through the heart, a ringing screech filled her ears, the suffocating avalanche of pain and hurt filled her tightening her chest. Elijah looked up suddenly, his eyes widening when he saw her. He shook his head.

　　“Red this isn't what it looks like.” He said but Scarlett turned and ran as fast as she could. “Scarlett!”

　　But she didn’t stop, she ran faster. The moment she was out of the club she shifted, turning into her huge silver wolf. She didn’t care who saw her, tears blurred her vision and she felt the agony of her wolf mixed with her own. She had to get away from him, he hadn't changed - he never would… She ran not knowing where she was headed, needing comfort that she so desperately craved. Her heart had been broken, how could he do this? Did he still have a soft spot for Fiona? Clearly, he did…

　　She let out an anguished howl as she rushed into the woods. She heard a distance howl and knew it was Elijah but she didn’t care, he had played her. She didn’t want to know what or why, he had his arms around her whilst she was naked, she didn’t care for anything but to put distance between them. Not wanting his guilt-filled blue eyes to try to win her over. Her silver fur was a blur as she kept running, not knowing where she was going until she stopped at a door to a familiar cottage.

　　The door opened before she even got there, the welcoming glow of Amelia cottage calling to her, the woman herself gave her a gentle smile.

　　“Come on in dear, I had a feeling you would step by…”

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　　(25 minutes earlier…)

　　Elijah had just stepped out of the girls’ toilets, satisfied that someone else knew and was positive about it. If Scarlett had some people on her side, she would find it easier when they told everyone. The smile never left his lips, his kitten was so fucking perfect.

　　“Elijah!” He heard a cry, he turned sharply, his instincts making him break into a run. He knew that voice, Fiona’s. Rounding the corner he followed the scent to one of the private rooms, finding the door locked and the yelps from inside. A normal human wouldn’t even be able to hear them over the music. He rammed into the door, breaking it off its hinges and rushed inside. The stench of a rogue hit his nose and he frowned seeing a half undressed burly man on top of Fiona who was struggling beneath him as he tried to kiss her.

　　A low growl tore from his throat, his Alpha aura rolling off him. The rogue tensed turning his gaze towards the Alpha. He growled lunging at Elijah. Rogues didn’t obey Alphas nor were they bound to them and it was clear this one was no different, but Elijah was stronger. The only problem was he couldn't rip his throat out without causing a mess.

　　He slammed him to the ground his head making a sickening crunch, the man dug his nails into his shoulders and Elijah pulled away roughly. The man grabbed his jacket, tearing it off him as Elijah delivered a roundhouse kick to the man's shins. He staggered back and Elijah snapped his head letting his body fall to the ground. The man wasn’t dead but he’d be out for a while, and he wanted him taken in for questioning.

　　Rogue attacks were becoming more and more common, it seemed they were all solo. He wondered when lone wolves got that brave to trespass on to a pack territories.

　　‘Hank get the fuck to the private rooms, Fiona’s been attacked.’ He mind-linked him before he walked over to the woman who was sat on the bed sobbing, she was left in nothing but her underwear. She was unharmed although she was clearly upset. Her clothes were torn to shreds on the floor.

　　“He tried to rape me, I came looking for you.” She sobbed, getting up from the bed and stumbling to the door as if wanting to put distance between herself and the rogue. Tears spilt down her cheeks as she ran into the hall, Elijah sighed as he followed her out of the room.

　　“Fiona. He can’t hurt you, stop.” He said, letting his Alpha command lay it down heavy making her stop in her tracks. She turned towards him, her hazel eyes full of tears as she covered her face and broke into sobs. He sighed walking over to her, about to pull his top off for her, when she fell into his arms, clinging to his shirt as she cried into his chest.

　　“You saved me, I knew you would.” She whimpered. Elijah could sense her fear, sighing, he wrapped his arms around her, stroking her hair.

　　“Look Fiona, you’re a werewolf. You should have fought back or mind linked someone…” He said quietly.

　　“I was too scared.” She whispered. “But you came.”