Shut the fuck up!

EMMA

As time passed, everything seemed to fall into place. Elijah and I grew closer, but I couldn’t shake the feeling that someone was keeping a close watch on us—though I had no idea who.

 Elijah and I were out on the outskirts of the pack, lying naked on the ground. My head rested on his lap as he ran his hand through my brown locks. He looked down at me, his voice soft. "Why do you look so upset, babe?"

Elijah pressed a gentle kiss to my forehead, and I sighed, my voice barely a whisper. "I love you, Elijah, but I'm afraid. What if Violet finds out about us someday?"

Elijah chuckled lightly, brushing the thought aside. "Don't worry about her. She’ll never know. And honestly, you don’t need to worry about anyone else. Just focus on me." With that, he kissed me softly on the lips, his hand slowly trailing over my body.

I knew this was wrong, but I couldn’t stop. Even if I wanted to, I couldn’t. Elijah pulled back from the kiss, a playful smile on his lips. "Let’s get ready for round four," he teased.

With that, he pounced on me, and I couldn’t stop the moan that escaped my lips.

"ahhhhhhhh, Elijah"

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After our intense and passionate session, we made our way back to the pack house. The night was still young, and I couldn’t help but feel the afterglow of what had just happened between us. Elijah walked ahead, maintaining his Alpha aura, while I followed behind him.

As we entered the pack house, an eerie silence greeted us. Not a single maid was present, and the house felt unusually empty.

“Where have you been, Elijah?” Violet’s voice broke the stillness, and I saw her standing in front of us, tears in her eyes.

"Are you alright, Violet?" I asked, taking a step forward, but she glared at me, her tear-filled eyes full of frustration.

“I’m talking to my mate, not you,” she snapped at me, her voice raised. I quickly fell silent.

“What is this behavior?” Elijah’s voice boomed through the empty hall. “Have you forgotten that you are the Luna of this pack? How dare you speak to me like that?”

I was relieved that the other members of the pack house weren’t around; otherwise, there would have been drama.

Violet’s eyes filled with more tears as she spoke, her voice broken. “Elijah, why are you spending all your time with Emma? I’m your mate, but you don’t even look at me. Tell me, what have I done wrong?”

She looked miserable—her eyes were swollen with dark circles beneath them, and she was physically drained. I hadn’t seen her in this condition before.

“I’ve been busy,” Elijah replied, his tone cold and emotionless. “Emma is your sister, and it’s my responsibility to protect her.”

"Elijah," Violet whispered, her voice shaking with emotion. "I love you, but your coldness is killing me. You weren’t like this before. What went wrong? Why did you turn your back on me?" She took a step forward, her hand reaching out to cup his cheek.

I couldn’t bear to witness her affection for him after everything that had just happened. I felt filthy, as if my very presence was tainting the room.

“Violet, go to your room. You’re not well, and you need to see a doctor immediately,” Elijah said, his voice surprisingly detached. I was shocked by how he could speak to Violet this way, given her condition.

I didn’t like their closeness, but I didn’t think she deserved to be treated like this.

“I’ll go to my room,” I said, turning to leave. But I stopped in my tracks when I heard Violet’s next words.

“You’re the slut who’s destroying my house,” she spat, and my heart sank. I turned back around to face her, my skin prickling with her accusation. She was right, and the worst part was that I wasn’t feeling any regret, not even a shred of remorse.

"SHUT THE FUCK UP!" Elijah suddenly shouted, losing control. He grabbed Violet by the shoulder, his grip harsh.

“Don’t talk to her like that,” he demanded, his eyes locked onto hers. There was so much pain in both of their eyes, but Elijah’s hold on her shoulder was making everything worse.

“What are you doing, Alpha? She’s your mate, and she’s pregnant!” I shouted, my voice laced with shock.

Elijah, thankfully, released his grip from her shoulder, his expression conflicted.

"Violet, baby, this isn’t true. Emma has become a good friend to me, and I’m just being considerate toward her, that’s it. You are my mate, and I love you," Elijah said to her with so much conviction that it felt like a knife was stabbing me in the heart. His words were as sharp as the pain I felt inside.

"I love you too," Violet replied, her voice thick with emotion, "but your neglect is driving me insane."

And just like that, Elijah kissed her, passionately. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. This man had just been with me, and now he was kissing Violet, his lips touching hers with the same intensity he had shown me.

I turned my head away, but the sound of their kissing was painfully clear.

"I didn’t want you leaving our room because I want you and our baby to be safe, my love. Calm down, I’m loyal to you," Elijah said to Violet, and she smiled in response.

"I’m going to my room now, and I’ll be waiting for you. We’ll talk about whatever is making you insecure. But until then, talk to your sister, because I think you’ve broken her heart," Elijah added before walking away, leaving me alone with Violet.

I didn’t know how to feel—should I be happy for them? Or was jealousy consuming me? These emotions were so conflicting, I didn’t know how to process them.

"Emma, little sister... I’m sorry for how I treated you," Violet said, coming closer and taking my hand. "I love Elijah, and the thought of losing him makes me crazy. You’ve blossomed into such a beautiful woman, and that made me insecure."

Her apology seemed genuine, but the words I had to say next felt like the biggest lie I’ve ever told.

"I can never do that to you. Elijah loves you, and I’m nothing compared to you in every way," I said, though it wasn’t true. I was lying, and it ate at me.

"I know you’re not like me," Violet responded softly. "I’ve stolen boyfriends in the past, but you wouldn’t do that to me. You’re the kind one, and I’m sorry for everything I’ve said and done. It’s just my anger that gets the best of me sometimes."

I smiled at her, though the smile didn’t reach my heart. "It’s okay, Violet. It’s getting late. You should go to your mate."

She blushed, thanked me, and left. I was left alone, and the moment I was, I snapped. I grabbed the lamp beside my bed and threw it across the room.

What the hell just happened?

This is all a fucking joke.

Elijah said he loves Violet? The biggest lie—he loves only me. I told her I could never cheat on my sister, but that was all a lie too.

My entire life is a lie. I’ve been sleeping with her mate behind her back, and now, I have to look into her eyes and lie to her face, like the perfect homewrecker.

This isn’t me. Something is terribly wrong with me. I used to be honest, compassionate, loyal. But those traits have all disappeared since Elijah came into my life.

I’ve turned into the kind of woman I always hated. This is not who I am.

I looked at myself in the mirror and didn’t recognize the person staring back at me. I was never a homewrecker, but love... love made me this way.

How much more destruction is love going to bring into my life?