Chapter 40 Chapter 40

Chapter 40 Chapter 40
ELIJAH’S POV

I walked away from my brother’s room, each step heavier than the last.

The fight was over.

And I had lost.

Anna was no longer mine.

She had chosen him—my brother.

Damon.

The word itself felt like a blade in my chest, and I could still see her face in my mind, her eyes full of conflict, of something that used to belong to me. And then… his hand was on her waist.

That image burned through me like fire.

It wasn’t just jealousy. It was grief.

I had lost her to my own brother.

The hall was quiet as I walked, but inside me there was only noise—her laughter, her voice, and her promise that she’d never leave me.

All of them were lies I had chosen to believe.

When I reached my room, I stopped.

I couldn’t go in.

If I entered, I would see her everywhere. I turned around and kept walking. I didn’t care where I was going—I just knew I needed to stop feeling.

And that’s when I found myself at Amanda’s door.

My Luna.

The woman I was supposed to love.

The woman I could never love.

I told myself this was right. I told myself this was what an Alpha did—move on, build strength, and produce an heir.

But deep down, I knew it was a lie.

I wasn’t here because of duty.

I was here because I was breaking.

I didn’t knock. I just pushed the door open and walked inside. Amanda stepped out from the bathroom, dripping wet, a towel pressed to her neck. Her hair cascaded over her shoulders.

When she saw me, she froze, then smiled gently.

“Elijah,” she breathed. “You're here...”

I didn’t answer. I couldn’t.

Her voice didn’t reach me, but couldn’t touch what was left of me. I just stood there, watching her. She was beautiful—everything a Luna should be—but beauty didn’t matter tonight.

I wasn’t here for love.

I was here to silence the storm inside me.

I walked toward her slowly, the floor creaking beneath my boots. She smiled again, trying to meet me halfway, but something in my eyes made her stop.

When I reached her, I didn’t touch her face or kiss her softly. I grabbed her arms quickly as she gasped. “Elijah… you’re hurting me.”

Maybe I was.

But I was hurting too.

I pulled her closer, burying my face against her neck. My lips found her skin, but it wasn’t passion—it was punishment. It was a desperate attempt to erase another Anna's name from my heart.

I did not stop for a second.

I turned Amanda around and pushed her toward the big bed. She stumbled, but I held her up, and laid her down on the soft blankets. Her wet hair spread out beneath her.

I stood over her and took off my clothes.

When I was naked, I did not get on the bed. I stood beside it. My cock was already hard, and it stood straight out from my body.

I looked down at Amanda, and she looked back at me, her eyes unsure of what to do.

“Suck it!” I growled.

My voice was rough. It was not a request. It was an order. She blinked in surprise.

And for a moment, she did not move. Then, she understood. She slowly moved to the edge of the bed. She got on her knees on the floor in front of me. She looked up at me, her face tilted.

I put my hand on the back of her head. My fingers got lost in her wet hair, but I did not guide her gently. I pushed her head forward.

“Now!” I growled.

She opened her mouth and took me inside.

The feeling was hot and wet. I closed my eyes. My head fell back. I gripped the bedsheets with my other hand, and the fabric twisted in my fist. This was what I wanted.

I looked down at her, as her head moved in my lap. Her mouth worked on my cock, but it was a good sight. My hand in Amanda’s hair tightened, and I started to move her head faster. I pushed myself deeper into her throat. She made a choking sound, as her hands came up and held my hips.

“Take it!” I ordered through my teeth.

I used her mouth and fucked her face. It was not about her pleasure. It was about my need. My need to dominate. My need to forget what had just happened with Anna and Damon.

After a few minutes, I pulled her head back by her hair. My cock came out of her mouth with a wet sound, and she gasped for air. I did not give her time to rest. I pushed her back onto the bed, and she landed on her back. Her chest was moving up and down fast.

I got on top of her, and pushed her legs apart with my knees. I did not go slow. I just pushed into her all at once, and shoved myself deep inside.

She screamed. It was a sharp, loud cry, as her back arched off the bed. Her nails scratched down my back. I did not stop. I did not slow down. I started to move as I fucked her quite hard. The bed shook and hit the wall. The sound was loud in the quiet room.

My hands were everywhere as grabbed her breasts, and squeezed them hard. I grabbed her hips and a handful of her hair as I pulled her head back.

She cried out again.

“Yes... Fuck me!” she screamed. It was a mix of pain and pleasure, but I did not know which was stronger.

I fucked her like I was fighting. I fucked her like I was trying to push all my anger into her. My body was covered in sweat. Hers was too. The slapping sound of our skin filled the air.

My thrusts became faster as I grunted. “I’m going to cum!”

I did not pull out.

Amanda was my Luna.

This was her purpose.

I moved with a force that came from somewhere between pain and fury. Each thrust was not passion—it was punishment.

Her soft gasps filled the room, but they didn’t reach me. My mind was elsewhere—on Anna’s eyes, Anna’s voice, Anna standing beside him.

My brother.

With one last, deep thrust, I pushed into Amanda as far as I could go. My body trembled as I released inside her, every muscle tight, every breath heavy with guilt and fire.

For a moment, I stayed still—inside her, beside her—listening to the echo of our breathing, but there was no peace or relief. I could hear just the sound of my heart breaking quietly in my chest.

I had done my duty, and taken my Luna.

But I still felt nothing for her.

Amanda turned to me slowly, her fingers brushing my arm. “Elijah…” she whispered.

I didn’t move. I couldn’t.

Because even as she lay beside me, all I could see was Anna—on top of Damon as he grabbed her ass. It felt like it was where she really wanted to be, and I couldn't stop her.

And somewhere deep inside me, a dark thought began to rise—

If Damon wanted to kill Anna...

I wouldn't make an attempt to stop him.