The moment Wyatt saw me, he smiled as I timidly hid behind Alijah, who locked eyes with the elf. That man's expression wasn't the same as it used to be, changing to something more sinister.
"Oh, it's good to see you up," the elf chuckled, finding my reaction to him cute, which annoyed my wolf, who took a step away from me and threw the bottle at Wyatt.
Wyatt's demeanor quickly changed upon seeing as he glared at Alijah, who was unmoved.
"It's not nice to go around people's houses, especially those who saved the girl you care about." He chided, triggering his eyes to become colder.
The atmosphere turned heavier when Alijah stepped toward him.
"Silly elf, I don't care that you saved her," He shook his head, eyes shimmering as he sized up his prey.
"You know, I watched you every time you treated her, and I just can't seem to shake the way you touched her. It was so weird when you brushed her where she had no wounds. I wonder what you would've done if I agreed to stay outside." He added, taking another step toward the elf.
What?
Shivers ran down my spine, thinking about what Alijah meant by that.
"I honestly wonder how I didn't punch you, but then again, I don't know what an ocean elf healer does. So, I let it slide. You were saving her, after all." The wolf continued stopping in front of the elf before scowling.
Wyatt didn't seem to be concerned about him. Then again, no one outside Cerberus knew about the crazed red moon lycan.
"But then you let us off without telling those Cerberus goons where we were at. That's the first thing that made me wonder where your true intentions lay." He paused for a moment to gaze at the bottle.
There was only a tiny gap between the two males. One the wolf could close in a second.
"Then I found that in your cabinet, and I realized friendly people don't exist in this world, do they? Were you planning on slipping a drug on her? Was that what you were doing with those teas? You know, the ones I saw you brew before I left?" He berated the elf, who remained silent.
"Hm? Did I ruin your plan by leaving without knowing when I would return?" Alijah cocked his head, huffing.
"What? I don't know what you're talking about. That bottle was confiscated from a couple not too long ago. I'm sorry if you thought it was something else, but thank you for getting rid of it." Wyatt tried to outsmart Alijah, but the elf was six thousand years late.
A weird laugh came from the wolf, who seemed amused by his explanation. He probably reminded him of all the people who passed him around like he was a toy.
"Really? Then why did you use it on her? Was it to make her appear sick so she would have to stay longer, or was it to have your way with her while I was out?" Alijah smirked, eyes shimmering brightly.
It… must be so similar to…
"How..." The elf stopped for a moment before shaking his head.
His eyes quickly found me as his eyes widened. "Impossible… There's no way you would know that!"
Alijah's demeanor changed drastically as his aura spilled out of his body.
"Ah… I didn't know, but thanks for telling me. Oh, dear 'healer'." The wolf sneered, taking another step towards Wyatt, who slowly showed the cracks in the mask he had built.
How did I ever see you as someone nice?
People were terrifying things—something Alijah knew too well.
"Why don't you just leave and take the half-breed with you? I only wanted a little fun, but Fenris's daughter has one hell of a bodyguard." Wyatt slipped, prompting me to realize he was worse than I thought.
You know... I'm… What?!
"So, you knew about me?" I mumbled, shivering where I stood.
My tone caused Alijah to glance back at me, but he quickly realized I wasn't scared of the man who stood before me. He, who claimed to be a healer, disgusted me.
How many has this elf had 'fun' with before Alijah went along and drank his drug?
When my wolf took the bottle out of the cabinet, it was half full, which meant this man had probably dosed a bunch of strangers he had tried to help, just like he had attempted to do with me.
"From the moment I looked at you, I knew you differed from the typical luma. At first, I wanted to help you, but when I saw your skin. I just... It's so fair and lovely I can't help myself around pretty women." Wyatt confessed, leaving me feeling like my skin crawled.
If Alijah hadn't been there when he treated me, he probably would've done much worse while I was unconscious. A loud growl came from my wolf's lips, turning his gaze back towards the elf.
"Everything you said to me was a lie?" I questioned Wyatt, stepping a few steps back from them.
He smirked, enjoying the distraught he caused in me.
If the drug would've worked on me, then I would've been... Before Alijah even touched me, I would've...
That thought revolted me in ways I never thought possible. I wanted no one other than my wolf to feel me, even going as far as to plan to live my entire life as a virgin if this had never happened. Before this adventure began, I had tried to fall out of love with my wolf, but it never worked.
Whenever things got too serious, I would always tear away from whoever was my partner. I couldn't even bring myself to kiss anyone since it felt repulsive.
Alijah… is the only one I… Damn it…
"Aw… don't hate me, Rem. After all, who wouldn't want to touch a royal? At first, I thought your looks were cosmetic, but when those mutts came. I can't help but want to embrace a celebrity like yourself." Wyatt snickered, taking a few steps away from Alijah.
However, the crazed elf wasn't done losing it. It was like an animal backed onto a corner.
"Ah... Perhaps even put a child in your womb, but sadly, we aren't a compatible race. I bet this Lycan can't stop touching you, though." Wyatt declared, rubbing me the wrong way.
For a moment, the wolf stopped shaking his head, "No, I—"
"You aren't any different from me, are you?!" The elf questioned, triggering Alijah's ears to flop downward.
He had held me for the first time; it had been anything but romantic. However, comparing himself to my wolf was unacceptable.
You are crazy and even sadistic, but you aren't a rapist! You would never force yourself on someone, even though you tease it nonstop! I'm sure you would've stopped if I had given any signals of disliking it!
"Don't you dare compare Alijah to you! He's nothing like you! Wyatt, you're disgusting filth and a waste of space in this world!" I snapped, growling soon after.
Alijah teased me to punish me for things I did, but he never touched me in that way before the drug was in his system.
Even when it was there, you wouldn't penetrate me unless I told you it was okay. You're nothing like him!
No, Wyatt was a different type of monster. In my eyes, he was worse than Alijah ever could be.
"Rem," My wolf stared at me, awe of what had come from my mouth.
I defended him, even though he spent the last hours ravishing me in no way a virgin would dream. Noticing I wouldn't budge from where I was to help him, Wyatt turned back to Alijah, trying to plead to his sadistic nature.
The moment the elf addressed the wolf, it snapped his gaze from me instantly.
"So, the luma is smitten by you. Shame, why not share her a bit? I bet it has been so nice to touch those—" Wyatt ranted, only to be interrupted by Alijah closing the gap.
The wolf clasped onto his face with his hands, with a smirk. At that moment, Wyatt noticed his eyes weren't cosmetic, either. Everyone had heard of the monster Cerberus was trying to stop, but few knew what he looked like.
While all I felt was disgust with the type of person this elf was. Alijah raised him as his feet were no longer on the wooden floor below. Thoughts bombarded me while this played out in front of me.
What would Wyatt have done to me if I were a normal human?If I was Vera... He had said he would put a...Oh, by the gods...
A newfound fear struck me. No one had ever tried to do this to me before. Back in Silverant, everyone respected my boundaries, which meant I was naïve to this world. For a moment, I wanted to puke right where I stood.
Alijah snickered a bit, enjoying the expression of terror in the elf.
"Hey... I have a better idea than fucking her. You want to know what I love to do the most?" The wolf smirked at his prey.
His sadistic side was in full swing, reminding me of that night in the lake. If I hadn't bonded with my wolf, what happened next would've probably been my fate. Wyatt, however, was frozen in place, realizing he had messed with the wrong people.
"It's a weird fetish, but it gets me off every time." Alijah teased the elf differently from what he ever did to me.
I could see Wyatt's body tremble, but I couldn't see the expression my wolf was making to have that type of reaction.
"You see, elf... what gets me off every time? It's when I see the lights go out in the eyes. Will you show me that?" Alijah snickered, suddenly smashing Wyatt against the wall hard enough to create a crack in the thick wooden wall.
He could've quickly sent the elf flying through it if he wished. Thankfully, he didn't want to create a scene in case my brothers were around, which meant he had some self-control. It also helped he wasn't foolish to get himself in more trouble than it was worth.
"Ah... Are you still there, little healer?" My wolf smirked as weird, muffled sounds came from Wyatt, still hanging on.
He was enjoying torturing the elf. All I cared about was Vera, who was still in Silverant.
Have you ever come across anything like this?
Unlike me, she was more desirable and vulnerable to these tricks, which left me feeling sick. The world was nothing like I thought it would be. Evil was everywhere—nothing like what I had seen in Silverant.
How will I ever show Alijah that the world changed if we keep running into people like this?
I had to be more careful and less naïve. Alijah snapped me out of that train of thought when he slowly choked the life out of Wyatt with a smirk on his lips. This was a side to him I hadn't seen, yet it didn't scare me.
No, instead, it left me in awe. Back in the cave, he had left Loren to die from the wounds I had inflicted, but this time, he was determined to make the elf suffer for what he could've done to me, and that made my heart flutter.
Alijah could've crushed Wyatt's throat with ease but let him suffer. Ensuring tears ran down the elf's cheeks as he gasped for breath. Eventually, he stopped struggling as the color drained the color from his face.
At that point, the wolf let go of the elf's limp body before turning to me. His eyes were bright red as he appeared to have lost himself again. Before I knew it, my wolf pinned me against the wall. The moment his lips brushed against my neck, I knew the drug was still in his system.
This entire time, he was fighting it off. Though killing Wyatt set him off again. His hands traveled onto my bum, squeezing them tenderly. This wolf could shift between them from murderous to loving at lightning speed.
"Rem, I…" Alijah mumbled my name, unable to say anything too coherent.
I responded by tugging him into a kiss, giving him all the permission he needed. Dropping my pants, he unbuckled his before picking me up and placing my legs on his waist. Separating from the kiss, he trailed up my cheek, stopping by my ears.
"Help me," My wolf murmured, setting my heart into another marathon.
For a moment, I hesitated to do so since I knew what he meant by that. His hands were busy holding me up, so he needed help aligning himself with me. Even though I had tried not to look at him there all this time, I had to glance down to guide him to my entrance.
When I saw his hardened member, my heart wished to leave my chest. Jittery, I slowly reached down to it. The moment my skin touched his heat, it twitched.
I…. I… want more.
"Hurry, Rem," Alijah purred, gripping my bum tighter.
Trying to focus since I was the only one with a rational mind, I guided him towards my entrance as a soft whine left my lips when he rubbed against every nook and cranny on my vulva. Everything there was moist and slippery, thanks to everything we did.
It wasn't long before I felt the head gently pressing into my walls. Once in the right place, he shoved himself into me with brief hesitation. His movements were rougher than before, triggering mewls and whines to leave both our mouths.
However, I couldn't help but gaze at the freshly dead body in the room. People would probably think we were crazy, and we were. After all, we were fucking like this after someone had died. Well, at least I had to be irrational to love Alijah as much as I did.
To be doing this, even though he killed someone in front of me. I couldn't help but feel warmth and pleasure from the same hands that probably ended many lives. Probably innocent lives, too, yet all I cared about was him.
He was calling for my name now, and I couldn't help but feel ecstatic about it.
"More, Alijah." I mewled as his plunges became animalistic.
A dangerous thought was coming into my mind when I tore my eyes away from Wyatt and onto Alijah. I reached for my wolf's face as his lips met my hand. There, I yanked him into another, more passionate kiss.
We had crossed a line that I thought was so solid before, yet there I was in his arms as he fucked me silly. Although, I didn't know if it was love or just pleasure for him. Either way, I was in his embrace and didn't want to let go.