Chapter46　The Distance Between Us

“Elijah... 1 know you're concerned for her but you can't help her right now. You're unmated.”

Jackson said his anger dissipating, placing his hands on his sons’ shoulders, wondering when he had

grown so much. Recently despite their differences he had grown as a man.

Blue eyes met blue but Elijah didn’t have the will to fight anymore.

“I love her dad, she needs me.” He said quietly. Jessica's eyes widened in surprise, as Amelia hid

a small smile, for once proud of the young Alpha. Jackson was the last to understand, sighing he

looked at him sympathetically.

“And I am happy to hear that son... but you can’t go, your wolf...” He trailed off, realisation

hitting. Elijah didn't mean brotherly love... He meant...

“Let him go, Jackson. Scarlett does need him.” Amelia said firmly. Jackson turned to her

shocked that she wasn't even moved by this. Elijah ran up the stairs, he didn't care about the

consequences, not right now...

Scarlett writhed in the bath, her nails dug into her arms as she rocked herself, throbbing pain

shooting through her body. Tears stung her eyes, she didn't know what hurt more, the pain from the

heat or the pain in her heart. Maybe death would take it all away? The thought slithered into her

mind like a poisonous whisper, what did she have to live for?

No one needed her and she needed no one... but the thought only stayed for a moment as she

frowned. Even if she didn't need anyone, there was an entire pack who needed their Alpha and she

had Zidane to deal with. She would deal with him just the way she dealt with Hank.

She heard footsteps and then her bedroom door shut. Her heart hammered when a smell that

she had started to recognise as home enter the bathroom. She didnt turn to him, her entire body

tense. Her wolf wanted to go to him, for him to take this pain away.

Elijah felt as if his heart stopped seeing the pink water, the smell of her blood tainting her

tempting scent in the air. He rushed to her side but saw her nails were simply digging into her arms,

she moved back shaking her head.

“Stay away..." She said, looking away from him. He dropped to his knees by the tub, his heart

felt as if was being crushed repeatedly.

“I know you hate me right now... but I promise I won't do anything... If I hold you... you will feel

better...” He said softly, his hand reaching to caress her cheek.

“No!” She snapped, smacking it away. “Your wolf is already trying to take control, just leave me

alone Elijah.”

“It won't. I promised myself no matter what, I can't do that.” Elijah said firmly, he stood up and

walked to his own bedroom. Scarlett closed her eyes, trying to fight the tears. Yes, she wanted to be

left alone but it still hurt seeing his back retreat. She heard him moving around in his room, another

spasm of pain shooting through her, her core throbbing making her let out a groan of pain.

Elijah was back by her side in an instant, stroking her hair and she hated the fact his touch

soothed her, sending pleasurable sparks through her. It didn't repulse her like Hanks's touch. Just

the thought of what he had been about to do made her sick. She pulled away from Elijah’s touch,

noticing he was only wearing some boxers. Her gaze ran over him involuntarily, taking in every ridge

and ripple of his god-like body, her core throbbed wanting him. The image of him hugging Fiona

entered her mind and she looked away, hurt consuming her.

Elijah stood up and got into the large tub. “What are you doing?” She said looking vulnerable.

“Holding you... Only sex will take away the pain completely, but my touch can at least take the

edge of the pain away.” He said softly, firmly taking her elbows and pulling her across the tub and

into his arms. She wanted to fight but the moment his arms wrapped around her she felt a soothing

tingle go through her, everywhere his skin touched hers. “Lose the shirt.” He said softly, feeling

himself throb although he was trying his best not to focus on her breasts that looked so tempting

beneath the shirt that was see-through, her pink pierced nipples making him lick his lips.

“No.” She said. This was all too much; the pain, the love, the confusion.

“It will help.” He said reaching for her shirt, which was partially torn, probably from her

encounter with Hank. Just the thought made anger bubble to the surface. She didn’t say anything,

allowing him to gently unbutton it. Taking it off he tossed it to the floor before wrapping his arms

around her tightly, stroking her back. He kissed her neck once, sending cooling tingles through her

and she tilted her head giving him better access to that area.

She sighed softly as he kissed her there repeatedly, soothing, and relaxing. It felt beyond good,

although her body wanted more, she wasn't going to give in to it.

Neither spoke, he knew now wasn't the time. No matter how much he wanted to say it, he

couldn't bring himself to put it into words. He held her, his hands caressing her skin, placing soft

kisses on the top of her head but he kept himself in check.

His wolf was going nuts, it wasn't the first woman in heat he had come across and surprisingly

the first hadn't bothered him much. However, the strong urge to claim her was driving him crazy

and not only did he mean to fuck her, but also the strong urge to mark her, to cover the horrible

black stain on her neck. He knew his wolf was trying to surface but there was no way he was going

to allow anyone, and that included himself, to hurt her. He forced himself away from her neck, glad

she wasn't looking up or his canines would freak her out.

He could feel her wriggle against his manhood, knowing a part of her wanted him and

although he knew if he tempted her, she would give in, he didn't want that. She had been through a

lot. That part still niggled him, wanting to know what Hank had done, how far had he gone. The

thought hurt and he hoped she was ok. She had been through enough in life.

She tensed under the pain and Elijah caressed her inner thighs, a soft moan escaped her and

she glared at him. Gone was the blank look but in its place the emotions he saw struck him sharply.

“Don't!” She snapped.

“I won't take advantage of you.” He said softly, seeing the hate and anger in her eyes before

she looked away.

“I'm sorry Red...” He whispered after a moment. “I know it won't turn back time or change the

way things happened... So I won't say it again, instead I'll show you... That I will be the man you

need...” He truly meant it, the distance between them, he would remove it just like he had removed

her shirt. She was his whole fucking world, without her he was nothing.

Scarlett didn't look up at him, his words ringing in her ears, tears trickled down her cheeks;

frustrated, angry and hurt. It was too late for that... Much too late. If he couldn't choose between

her and Fiona, then she would choose for him. She had a plan in mind, and she would carry it

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