Olive. The Trilogy.

Chapter 6

Elijah had been suppressing a multitude of emotions, he was being openly challenged, and even though he knew that Olive was just lashing out because of their history, he couldn’t suppress the urge to rip out her throat. No one ever spoke to him like that, let alone twice in a day. Deciding not to make a scene in front of strangers he continued guiding her to the exit, wanting to get home so he could deal with her there.

Once the four made it to their car, the air that surrounded them was hot with tension. No one bothered to say a thing, not while they were on the road. No doubt one whisper would cause a collision on the freeway that couldn’t be explained.

As soon as the elevator opened up to their penthouse suite, it was World War III. Martha scurried her way to the kitchen grabbing the only food that could be prepared in less than two minutes – a packet of microwave butter popcorn. The whirling of the machine and popping of the corn were the only sounds being heard besides Olive’s heels meeting the lament floors.

Elijah removed his tie with ease, tugging off his suit jacket and placing it on one of the couches. His temper not once calming, even through his movements were precise and controlled.

Knowing exactly what was to come, Olive removed her shoes and unzipped her black body hugging cocktail dress. Disappearing into her room for a quick second she stepped out of the beautiful dress and slipped on a pair of leggings and an oversized shirt. Marching back into the open space she found Elijah pacing by the elevator like a caged tiger waiting to be set free.

Oh s**t it’s about to go down!!!

Typing her hair up in a tight ponytail Olive spared a glance at Martha and Anthony who were cuddled on the couch in the space that separated her from her other half, munching away on some popcorn. As if she wasn’t in a pot of boiling water she playfully stuck out her tongue at her best friend and casually rolled her eyes. To which, she got a giggle in return.

A low menacing growl from the other side of the room brought her attention back to Elijah. His pace quickening as the heat in his body rose the angrier he got. His eyes sporting a silver glowing color and his back tensed as his shoulders rolled forward making his body broader and bigger emanating a flare of danger. “I told you” Elijah muttered in a voice deeper than the pits of hell, his top lip curling, revealing his sharp canines “I won’t stand for your disrespect.” Flexing his hands in and out of tightly bound fists he continued “I told you, I was going to put you in your place.”

Olive yawned, faking tiredness, her signature bored expression comfortably sitting on her face “dude, are you going to bore me to death with this speech or are we going to fight?”

Without a second thought Elijah sprung in the air, barreling towards her. Olive knew that at some point this was bound to happen. The first time she tried to reject Elijah was purely because her emotions got the best of her but seeing how those words had hurt him, she couldn’t help wanting him to feel a fraction of the pain he had left her with. Elijah had never been one to take anyone’s s**t, not even Anthony’s. Even as children he had an air of “no nonsense” around him like an aura. He was a Beta by blood and tradition, but the great thing about the Lycanthrope community, was that regardless of your bloodline you could rise up the ranks and become an Alpha. Not that Elijah wanted to become one but he was more than capable.

Watching as Elijah’s body came rushing over to her, Olive took a small step to the side, angling her body just as he came flying passed her. Realizing that he missed, Elijah skidded to a stop and changed course sending a fist flying her way but with ease she ducked it. Elijah tried again, putting more effort behind his jabs but still catching air. Olive did two back flips and landed by the elevator door where he had previously been, a smug smirk flooding her features.

From the couch Martha marveled at the ease and agility Olive had managed to possess over her years of training. The only people who were bred for fighting, apart from the Lycans in the packs army were Elijah, Anthony and Alistair – Olive’s twin brother.

Alistair was known as the fighter of the lot, he had gotten into so many fights as a pup and growing up that it wouldn’t have been far fetched to extrapolate that he would end up as a warrior in the front lines of the packs defense. But he surpassed all expectations and ended up running the army and training up all the warriors under him. There was no combat style known to man or supernatural that he didn’t excel in.

In the three years, post MIT, that Elijah had disappeared, Olive had forced her twin to teach her everything he knew. Which, to most, would take a lifetime but Olive was special and pretty soon she had become a force to be reckoned with.

Elijah stood perplexed, knowing that he had to fight smart and that meant clearing his mind of all emotions. He clearly had underestimated Olive’s skill but he knew that he could beat her and he wouldn’t stop until he did. “I thought we we’re going to fight?” He taunted “all I see is you running away” he mused “as usual” he added, knowing he was getting under her skin.

Olive, falling for the bait, curled her lip and marched towards him. The two circled each other for a moment before Olive made the first move.

First mistake. Never make the first move!

Sending a fist hurdling towards Elijah’s face, Olive wanted nothing more than to bash the smug look off of it. Emotions, obviously clouding her judgment. Elijah swatted Olive’s hand with his right and grabbed her shirt with his left and flung her clear across the room till her back collided with the wall next to the elevator. Leaving an unmistakable dent in the wall and crumbling cement, Olive fell to the floor feeling her back ache from the power of the collision.

Sliding her arms underneath her body, she pushed herself to her feet and zoned her eyes on her opponent.

Oooooh Elijah you’re gonna get it!

The one thing that was worse than physical pain - in Olive’s opinion - was emotional pain. Physical pain can be cured with pain pills and time or if you were a Lycan; super healing but emotional pain had no recovery time. You either heal or you don’t. And Olive hadn’t healed from the heartbreak seven years prior. In her defense how do you heal when the only person in the entire world, the one person who was picked by the Moon Goddess to be your other half. The only person, who would understand you on a level deeper and purer than s*x or a mere mental connection, chooses someone else. Having a mate was more than a relationship; it was a soul bond deeper than that of a mother and her child. It was a bond that was written in the stars eons before you even existed. Your mate was your life. When you inhaled, air not only filled your lungs but it filled theirs as well. When you were hurt, the pain your mate felt multiplied to a magnitude that could not be described in words. You were the moon and they were the sun, it was embedded into your DNA, no one else would amount or could compare to your mate but somehow Elijah managed to go against his very nature and share his himself with Mandy.

“I’m going to kill you.” Olive declared pacing towards Elijah.

“Guys please just keep the destruction of the penthouse to a minimum.” Anthony quipped from the couch, through mouthfuls of popcorn.

No one acknowledged him as the two circled each other once again. With a cocky bounce in his step Elijah threw a punch that was blocked and another that came to the same conclusion only to be punched in the chest sending him sliding a few paces back. Growling he came forward with more advances that Olive tactfully avoided, sweeping her foot and effectively dropping him to the ground. Using the momentum from having the upper hand, she piled fists to his face but was sent tumbling to the floor when Elijah grabbed her leg and rolled over, placing her underneath him.

A pang hit her chest as she felt his rock solid body hover over her. Pushing the feeling to the side she wrapped her arm around his neck and kneed him in the ribs. Elijah rolled forward escaping her striking blows, pushing off of the ground and bringing himself to his feet. From the floor Olive kicked her feet in the air using her hands under her to bring up her entire body. She spat out blood that she hadn’t realized was in her mouth. When she was sent tumbling to the floor, she bit down on her lip successfully cutting it open.

“You look a little hurt there princess.” Elijah announced a monstrous glint in his eye. Seeing blood made him hungry for more. Whenever Elijah fought he gave up a huge part of control and allowed his wolf to take over, but not fully giving in as to fully shift. That’s what made him such a great fighter; he had the strength and animalistic instinct of his better half.

The word ‘princess’ hiked Olive’s contempt to levels that she had never felt before. Her entire body shook, a wave of power making its presence in her body.

“What the f**k!?” Anthony jumped from his seat.

The building beneath her feet vibrated along with her body causing an earthquake effect that Olive was controlling. Her eyes turned white as her fists curled at her side. The glass of the floor to ceiling windows cracked, gathering everyone’s attention. Martha peered through to the outside and saw the dark sky fill with thunderous clouds. “Oh no.” She whispered, seeing the wind pick up and more clouds roll through.

“Is she doing this?” Elijah asked, all traces of anger gone and replaced with concern.

“I think so, I’ve never seen her like this before” Martha added in a haste.

The glass cracked again, the winds from the outside putting pressure and strain on the fragile material.

“Olive...” Elijah spoke softly, bringing his hands up in surrender - something he never did - but the hurricane of hurt standing before him wasn’t Olive. Her brows furrowed supporting the scowl that was prominently on her face. “Olive!” He tried again.

“Don’t f*****g say my name” she seethed as a lightening bolt tore through the sky behind her followed by an eardrum bursting chorus of thunder. She screamed with all her might effectively shattering the glass behind her. Using her hands to guide the heat rolling off her body and the glass behind her she pushed the air sending all the shattered glass towards his direction. Elijah dropped to the floor successfully evading the sharp spears that flew past him and met with the wall. If Anthony hadn’t had such quick reflexes, he and Martha would be caught in the crossfire. With a speed one could only compare to that of a flash he tackled his mate to the ground and protected her body with his own.

This was the first time since Olive’s first shift and finding out she was blessed by the Moon Goddess that she accessed any of her other power. It was like a treasure chest that had been sealed and locked for a millennia had miraculously flung open revealing treasures of the unknown. The aftershock of the power alone sent Olive crashing to the floor, seizing all traces of the storm that had been brewing a few moments ago.

Silence. That was the deafening sound of chaos.

From his position on the floor Anthony asked “is everyone okay?” He pushed himself up to assess the damage and to find his Beta. Elijah had already gotten up and made his way to Olive’s unconsciousness body.

Pulling herself up to a seated position, Martha shook small flecks of glass and idle pieces of popcorn out of her hair. Peeking over the couch she saw her mate and big brother hovering over her best friend.

Car alarms sounded off in the distance and she scrambled to her feet to look out and see the commotion. From her position where the windows previously sat, she saw that every building in close proximity also had lost their windows. Dropping to the pavement below. Injured bodies laid haphazardly on the floor, blood gushing from the cuts.

“Guys!” She called out “you have to see this!”

Anthony rushed over and saw the destruction left in his sisters wake “Jesus!”

“We need to get her out of here!” Elijah pressed, cradling her body close to his “her pulse is weakening!”

Elijah looked down at his mate, feeling the electricity sizzle at the collision of their flesh. Bringing a Herculean hand to push away the strands that covered her face, he let his hand linger on her cheek. She was so beautiful, her beauty never dwindling as she aged. Even as she lay there motionless, it was more than enough to send his heart aching at her flawless features. It was almost as if her beauty continued to manifest the longer she drew breath. Curling her closer to his body, he allowed himself a glimpse at her fading mating mark. Much to his surprise the mark was fading quicker than he had expected and he knew something was wrong. “We need to leave now.” Elijah stood, not releasing her from the warmth of his embrace “guys! Right now! We need to f*****g leave!”