The Wrong Roux Brother Slipped Into Me

BLOODSUCKER

MINA’S POINT OF VIEW.

“A-alpha D-Declan?”

The courtyard went silent. Declan Roux stood between Ivy and me, his fingers wrapped around her wrist. His face was expressionless; that somehow made him more frightening. My heart slammed against my ribs as I glanced at him through his side profile. The last time I’d seen Declan was the week before I left Roux Pack for Canis.

He was tall, even then, towering over every single wolf here. And every male wolf was at least six foot five; so that was saying something. But looking at him now, I'd never been this close to him.

He was enormous.

Broad shoulders stretched beneath his black college jacket, his dark hair slightly disheveled, and his grey eyes looked like a storm behind his pupils. Immediately, I watched Ivy’s confidence disappear.

“A-alpha Declan.” She gasped, trying to free herself from his grip, but he didn’t release her.

“You were about to kill her.”

“She attacked me first.” Ivy swallowed. “Right, Elliot?”

“She’s right, brother. Mina tried to attack Ivy first; Ivy was only trying to defend herself.” My already broken heart shattered into a million bits.

“N-no, I didn’t.”

“Enough.” Declan’s voice wasn’t loud, but it had enough command and confidence behind it. Ivy immediately shut her mouth; even Elliot went quiet. For one stupid second, I hoped he would say something in my defense. I still hoped this was a prank; maybe he’d tell Declan she had attached me, that Ivy lied.

Instead, Elliot merely stood there, watching the scene; his expression was unreadable. His eyes shifted to Ivy. ‘Are you hurt?”

My chest tightened until I could barely breathe. The pain exploding from my ankle spread past my knees to my hips, travelling slowly until I was completely stuck in place.

Wolf’s bane was already poisonous, but when laced with silver, it has disastrous effects. Yet, Elliot hadn’t asked me once how I was doing. I was bleeding from my foot onto the courtyard. Wolfbane was burning through my veins, turning my skin a deep purple hue. Yet, his rejection still hurt like a knife buried inside my chest.

And he was worried about her.

I couldn’t look at them anymore. Declan finally released Ivy. She fell back against Elliot with a weak sigh. “Are you okay?” he fussed, lifting her in his arms. “We need to get you to the infirmary quickly.” Elliot rushed; Ivy glanced at me, the corner of her lip turned up with a smirk.

“Ah!” I screamed when Elliot stomped on my bleeding ankle to cross over, with Ivy in his arms. He still didn’t glance my way. I couldn’t stop the tears anymore; I watched him move through blurry vision, tears streaming down my cheeks.

Maybe... he didn’t love me after all.

“Get to the infirmary.” A different voice ordered, tearing my eyes away from Elliot’s back. I looked at Alpha Declan; he had his hands tucked in his pockets. His eyes shone bright red mixed with black, a constant reminder of what happened to him when he turned twelve. It was rare, nearly impossible, but he shifted.

He got his wolf at the age of 12; that cemented his position as Alpha. The pack kicked his uncle out, letting him, at twelve years old, take his place.

I blinked. “I-I c-can't walk.”

“If this is a trick to get me to carry you, it won't work.” He deadpanned, glancing at my bleeding ankle. I still wasn’t healing.

“No, I really can't walk. The poison from her heel was Wolfsbane laced with silver.”

His eyes widened slightly before he looked in the direction Ivy and Elliot went. He pulled his hands from his pockets and scooped me into his arms. My head crashed against his chest, the breath knocked out of me. His scent... it was marvelous. I found myself burying my nose against him, a sigh escaping me as the smell of warm vanilla and coconut filled my nostrils.

“Seems you’re enjoying this,” Declan muttered. I looked up at him, eyes wide;

“N-no. S-sorry.” I squeaked, burying my head in my hair. He must have used his speed because it didn’t take us long to reach the infirmary. The place smelled like herbs and antiseptic.

“Get a healer.” He commanded a shaky nurse.

She bowed, shoulders trembling from the pheromones seeping into the air. ‘A-alpha, the rules state that no healer can touch an omega.”

“Will you teach me the rules now, nurse?” Declan glared, voice laced with tension.

“N-no, A-alpha. I-it’s just…” Declan moved before she could finish. He kicked a door open, then set me on a bed. I rested my back against the wall, eyes widening when I saw him move towards me. He lifted my injured leg and brought my ankle to his mouth.

“W-what are you doing, Alpha?” I gasped, reaching out to push him off. His hand clamped around my wrist; his eyes on mine as he shook his head. Without warning, I saw his canines emerge before they clamped down on my injury. “Ahh!” I yelped. I expected pain, but it never came.

Sharp sparks burst around where his lips sucked, travelling up my skin. My eyes hooded as my mouth fell open. He sucked on the skin, the blood, brows pulled together, groans spilling from the back of his throat. My toes curled when he pulled his head back. “Better?” He whispered, some of my blood on his lip.

“I-y-yes.” I coughed. He dropped my ankle gently, then turned around to pull out a bandage from the counter nearby. His long fingers wrapped it around my ankle.

“Stay off it as much as you can. I extracted the poison and the blood, but you still need to be gentle. You are out of danger, however.” His voice came out monotone, as if he were a robot. I watched as he placed my ankle down again, then moved to leave.

“T-thank you,” I said. He stopped instantly, shoulder muscles slightly tense. Without turning around, he said;

“What just happened… stays in this room, understood?”

Was he talking about him sucking my blood?

“Y-yes, Alpha.” With that, he stepped out of the ward. A couple of moments after he walked out, the scent of him still lingered. All I could think about was what he did. My ankle still tingled with the warmth from his tongue, the prick of his canine against my wound. It didn’t hurt; not even a little.

But wolves don’t drink blood…only vampires do. Not unless… the rumors are true?

Is Alpha Declan…a hybrid?

My hand reached for my ankle, but they found something soft. I looked beside me to find his jacket; he forgot it. I climbed off the bed after taking it so I could run after him. The second I stepped out of the infirmary, into the afternoon sun, I heard familiar laughter.

I stopped immediately.

Elliot was standing right outside; Ivy was in front of him. Her arms were around his neck, and his hands were on her waist. She reached up to wrap her lips around him. My heart stopped as a tear escaped my eyelids. He kissed her back like he'd done it to her a hundred times. I couldn’t breathe. My fingers tightened around the jacket.

No.

This couldn’t be real.

Elliot pulled away first. Ivy’s lips curled into a smile while she reached to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear. In the process, her gaze locked on mine. She turned to Elliot; her smile widened. “Look who showed up.”

Elliot turned as well. For the first time since I returned to Roux College, I saw something flicker across his face.

Annoyance.

My lip wobbled. “You’re still with her?” I didn’t know why I asked; I’d already seen enough, but for some reason, I couldn’t believe or accept it. Ivy slid her hand into his. “Yes, he is.” Her voice was soft, as if her words weren’t cruel. I stared at Elliot;

“You never hated being touched…you hated it when I touched you. You wouldn’t even let me hold your hand.”

“Seriously, are you thick-headed, mutt?” Ivy giggled. “He’s never wanted you. I mean, look at you.” She stepped away from him to stand closer to me. Her eyes dragged a long, disgusted look at my body. “You dress like a prude too; how could he ever want someone that looks as bad as you?”

“S-stay out of this, Ivy. This is between me and Elliot.”

“Don’t talk to her like that,” Elliot warned, but before the hurt could register, Ivy cut in.

“You think because Alpha Declan took you to the infirmary, you’re something special?” she scoffed. “You’re just a charity case; Alpha was doing his work. At the end of the day, you are going to die wolfless.” She looked at the jacket I had pressed to my chest. “You little thief!” she gasped, snatching it from me.

I tried to hold onto it, but she was too strong. “T-that’s for the alpha.”

“And you stole it! You’re a thief!” She grabbed my arm. “I should get you thrown in the dungeons.”

“B-but you used wolfsbane on me. It’s against the law to carry wolfsbane or silver; you would get punished too.”

She turned to Elliot, her chest rumbling both with a laugh and a growl. “You think this pack would punish me, the daughter of Alpha Lynder Canis?

You must be out of your mind.”

I pressed my hand against my chest before I took one final glance at Elliot. He wasn’t going to defend me; not even once. “I-I want to leave.” I tried to step aside, but her claws sank into my uniform shirt as soon as I did.

The material gave way, sending the buttons flying all over until all I had on was my bra and my skirt. “No!” My eyes widened as I raised my hands to hide myself.

“Oh, my goddess!” Ivy and Elliot started laughing. Students gathered around fast, most laughing while others filmed. “Mina, did you get your bra from your granny’s closet?”

Ivy flipped me around, tearing my shirt apart, pushing my hands aside so everyone could see my bra. I sobbed, keeping my head down. If I looked at any of them, they would see my tears.

‘Look at her bra, everyone! It’s so old.” Ivy cackled, snapping the strap against my skin.

“Please, let me go.” I trembled.

“No. This is what you get for coming close to the Roux brothers. Alpha Declan is mine; if I see you anywhere near him, that injury in your ankle will be the least of your problems.”

“B-but what about Elliot?”

“So pathetic.” She snarled, glancing at a laughing Elliot. “Would you like to tell her, babe?”

“You always know how to cause a scene, Mina. I never wanted you. When I told you I’d wait for you, it was because I needed you to get as far away from me as possible.”

“W-why? I thought you loved me.” My mouth fell open.

“I never said I loved you, Mina.”

“You did.”

“When?”

‘When you told me you’d wait for me; you said it then before I boarded the train.”

“I was eighteen, and you were all over me. You followed me like a pathetic dog begging for scraps. I didn’t know how to get rid of you since I lost the bet.”

My world tilted off its axis. “B-bet?”