Chapter 2 Twisted Devotion

As they stepped outside of the double doors of the restaurant warm rays of sunshine danced on Eleanor exposed shoulder and arms. Unconsciously, she tightened her arm around Carter's biceps letting her eyes feed on the scenery before her.

A smile flitted to her face when Carter's intoxicating scent wafted through her nostrils. She then remembered that she had a view she could never get tired of gazing at.

They had stopped walking now instead they were just standing on the sidewalk obstructing the path of people who were walking to their destination. She turned her head as slyly as she could so she could get a piece of the handsome man whose hand was wrapped securely around her waist.

To her greatest surprise he was already staring dreamily at her.

"Carter," she whispered allowing herself to be lost in the emotions that were swirling in his eyes.

Carter pulled her impossibly closer to his body until there was no inch of space between them. He buried his nose in her neck greedily inhaling her scent like he needed it to breathe more than oxygen, when he felt his senses were consumed by her sweet scent he leaned away from her neck and angled his head to kiss her instead.

He closed his eyes and pressed his lips to hers but not before he murmured more to himself than her.

"Damn you're so beautiful"

With an eagerness she herself had found hard to understand over the months they had been together, she kissed him with all of her heart putting as much passion as she felt into the kiss. In a matter of seconds their kiss deepened and it was just two of them in their own world again unhindered and unbothered by the people walking around or the people watching them.

No one seemed to be watching them, in anyone was watching it'd be just a quick glance and they'd look away.

But someone among the crowd of people watched the couple with raw disdain.

His name was Elijah.

Elijah is the son of Alpha Mason of the MoonFire Pack. He is a psycho who had been obsessed with Eleanor for a long time hence his current look of contempt at their public display of affection.

His face twisted in anger as he watched Eleanor and Carter intertwine their hands.

He should have been the one, he thought watching them walk down to the sidewalk where their car was parked, he watched as Carter opened the car door for Eleanor. Silently, he cursed both of them wrinkling the paper that was folded in his right palm.

Elijah thought that Eleanor was with the other Lycan (Carter) because he was richer than he was.

Anger blinded him even further and all that he could think of was the fact that he was not the man beside her.

He Eleanor from his seat just as their car drove out of the parking space.

"If I can't have her, no one will," he murmured gritting his teeth.

Resolved to make the decision that had been since lingering in his mind he left the sidewalk desperately gripping the paper the witch he had gone to see gave him in the early hours of the day.

Five Hours Earlier

"Don't tell me you're still hung up on that pitiful she-wolf," Luna Maeva scoffed walking into her son's office.

Elijah closed his eyes avoiding the gaze of his mother. If there was anyone in their entire pack who couldn't take rubbish in any form, it would be his mother, Luna Maeva.

It also didn't help that she was adamant and quick to action. Basically, she was someone that would go through any lengths no matter how disastrous to achieve the results she wanted.

"There are many more females kneeling at your feet Elijah, if you haven't noticed," she sneered gesturing with her arms.

Elijah groaned and Eleanor from his seat. His mother refused to believe that Eleanor was good enough for him and she refused to acknowledge his feelings towards Eleanor.

He wanted her, heck he didn't care if he was obsessed he wanted her for himself only.

"I want her Mother. I don't want anyone else," he stated looking out of one of the two windows in his office.

The sudden slam of his office door got his attention and alarmed he turned facing his mother.

Luna Maeva stared at Elijah with disgust, she was almost ashamed to call him her own son.

"No child of mine will talk like a peasant," she yelled taking a wide step toward him.

Elijah shut his mouth feeling the anger grow within him.

"Don't talk to me like that Mother," he yelled back feeling the nerve at the side of his head pulsing.

His mother remained unfazed at his tone instead she screamed louder. "Then talk like the Alpha you're going to be one day!"

"Fine!" Elijah roared tightening his hands into fists on either side of his body. "If I can't have Eleanor then no one will."

In a voice that would have scared the devil himself, Elijah calmly vowed, "I'm going to kill her."

For the first time that day, Luna Maeva smiled. A proud smile overtook her usually haughty expression. Her eyes crinkled and the lines around her mouth deepened showing the old age that she had tried to oh so desperately hide with her numerous make-up products.

"Now you're talking," she sang proudly.

In the next thirty minutes Luna Maeva arranged for a witch to meet them in a secluded part of the pack house. A strange kind of excitement danced through Elijah's veins, he was convinced that something was wrong with him.

His heart beat in anticipation and he could already imagine taking the life out of Eleanor since she refused to be his own.

"Luna Maeva," the witch greeted bowing her head as a sign of respect.

Luna Maeva waved her off and stretched forth her hand. Silently, the witch placed a paper in Luna Maeva's hand. Then the eerie looking witch turned to face Elijah.

"All you have to do is say the words on the paper when you feel the time is right," the witch explained.

"That's all?" Elijah asked not believing that all he had to do was say the words on a paper. His mother handed him the paper with a cruel smile.

"Yes, young Alpha. Say the word and she'll be dead."