Elijah Murad

( Delta Werewolf of The Vengeance Pack )

Fresh air was all that you needed. After spending about and hour and a half in a club that was filled with probably underage kids and sweaty bodies that seemed to move mechanically and their only fuel seeming to be the alcohol provided by the bald man behind the bar.

You came here with your boyfriend whom you shared a quite rocky relationship with, and once again, he disappears out of the blue and then shows up later with a lame excuse. Your assumptions were beginning to become suspicions, was he cheating? Did he bring you to a club to distract you and meet up with her? Those thoughts and questions began to anger you to the point of tears welling up in your eyes. You let out a quick groan as you quickly close your eyes to force the tears back to wherever the hell they came from, deciding you had cried enough over him.

You quickly whip out your phone, ready to rip into him just as a thump and a loud grunt halts your thumb from pressing your boyfriends contact. Your curiousness sparks as you trail your way slowly to the ominously dark ally that was conveniently placed right next to the club. As you neared closer you heard a rough voice speak.

"Alpha Grayson has grown tired of your games, you of all people should know the alpha hates waiting."

The voice sounded angry, no. livid. 

As you peeked over the wall your eyes could only make out a tall figure, with a wide stance seeming to tower over something else, as if intending to frighten the person he was talking to. The voice that came next seemed all to familiar. It was your boyfriends.

"Elijah please, this is not the time-"

The large male now known as Elijah, in one movement, grabbed your boyfriend by the neck and slammed him against the brick wall. His eyes glowing a deep auburn color. "Do. Not. Test. Me."

You let out a horrified gasp, catching the attention of both of them men, Elijah's head shot towards you, his eyes narrowing almost instantly. Your heart quickened, mostly because he was a sight to take in. Beautiful brown hair with light brown streaks framed his sculptured face as his lips were pressed in a thin line, showing his distaste in the situation. 

He quickly dropped your boyfriend, as he turned his back, quickly retreating into the dark ally but not before calling over his shoulder,"Next time, mate. It'll be her."

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