The Legend of Scarlett Grey

Chapter Four

A/N: Not my best, but it gets across what it needs to get across. I may change it again soon, but at the moment I just wanted to write and update as I'm still in the mood to do so. Enjoy. Can anyone make a link to the original draft from this chapter?;)

The Alpha sucked in a sharp breath but didn't respond. His eyes were still wide, staring up at her with fear and astonishment. What was possibly so astonishing?

That she had the guts to attack him so openly, with his Pack so close? Or was it the fact she was an unknown supposed She Wolf who dared challenge him? He thought he was astonished now, Scarlett thought he hadn't seen anything close.

"Let's start with something easy, shall we? How about you tell me your name?" Scarlett's nails – well, claws – dug in warningly as she spoke, but the Alpha didn't react in a physical way, even his dark eyes were glazed. She could just smell his growing fear as it filled the air around them, setting fire to her senses.

And yet, despite this fear she could clearly smell emitting from his pores, he didn't respond. He just continued to gaze up at her with her hand around his neck, her nails testily pressing into the yielding skin of his neck.

"I'm sorry, I don't think I quite heard you. Could you repeat that?" Her words dripped with scorn, and she could feel herself growing agitated. The bloodlust roared through her veins, causing her gums to ache and her hand around his neck to tremble with the exertion it took to control it. Not now.

His eyes unclouded, and much to Scarlett's chagrin, some of his fear dissipated as he looked straight at her – focusing. His hands were still resting limply on his thighs, unmoving throughout the whole ordeal, and he hadn't even attempted to escape her hold as of yet.

When he continued to ignore her words, she growled. A low, rumbling sound from deep within the confines of her chest. It wasn't a particularly violent sound or loud sound but it did the job, it was a simple warning.

He has three seconds to start talking or I'm just gonna—

"What does it matter?"

The sound of the Alpha's voice rumbled through the office, and registered in Scarlett's mind a few seconds later. And then, of course, so did his words.

What does it matter?! Her hand involuntarily twitched as her body spasmed, her rage simmering beneath her skin, her cheeks growing hot. Her eyes burned with fury.

"What does it matter?" Scarlett gritted out between clenched teeth.

The Alpha went to nod, only to abruptly flinch when a nail of hers pierced too far into the skin of his throat and drew first blood.

Instantly, Scarlett couldn't look away. She was riveted, wholly unaware of when her body began to shiver violently, her eyes intently watching the little rivulet of blood drip down his throat, down, and desperately followed it as it disappeared under his shirt. The bloodlust demanded she watch it descend.

"My name doesn't matter because you plan on killing me either way."

Scarlett's head snapped up – eyes narrowed and a frown on her lips. Who was this man?

She wanted to be angry at his defiance, angry at the way he didn't so obviously cower before her, but she found she couldn't be. Yes, she wanted to kill him. Yes, she wanted to make him suffer. But he knew that – and it left her stumped. Stumped for words. He wasn't asking for her to think twice. He wasn't begging for a last word, he wasn't even asking her why.