Captive of The Beast Alpha: Drugging the CEO Was a Mistake.-Chapter 50: Hansel: She’s not an item.

I’d been lying on my bed for what felt like hours when I heard the knock on my door.

"Go away," I called out.

"It’s me."

Elon.

I sat up slowly and walked to the door, unlocking it. My brother slipped inside and closed it behind him.

We didn’t speak for a moment. Elon dropped into the beanie in the room, scrolling through his phone while I just fell back to my bed staring at the ceiling. Occasionally, my gaze will dart towards Elon but it was difficult to know anything.

His face was blank but I could see the tension in his shoulders.

"So," I inhaled deeply, "What happened yesterday? I don’t remember how I got here."

Elon looked up from his phone for a moment, shrugged and went back to it. "You came home in the PJ looking almost ea. The healers tried to keep you alive through the worst of the night but suddenly, you transformed into your raze and they had a difficult time trying to control it."

My stomach dropped. "Tried?"

"Yup," he nodded. "They were trying to sedate it but it wasn’t working. Two of them were killed before the Raze escaped. It made it way back into the pack house, destroyed a lot of things. Knocked two maids unconscious, they’re currently in the ICU now and killed another healer in the hallway before they finally cornered it."

I felt my heart sink at the thought of how terrible last night must have been. I ran a hand through my hair, heart pounding. "No. No, not again—"

I stood up and paced the room for some seconds then sat back down again, burying my face in my hands.

"How bad?" I asked after a while.

"Well, so far we have four dead people, two badly injured people and half the domestic staff had dropped off their resignation this morning," Elon said quietly. "It was that bad."

"Four people?" I said in a strangled tone, turning away from him and pressing my palms against my eyes. "Three people are dead because of me?"

I sighed heavily and sank down onto the edge of my bed. My hands were shaking. Three healers and one pack member dead plus two in a semi-dead state who’d only been trying to help me.Because I couldn’t control the monster inside me.

"Did Naya see it?" I asked quietly. "Did she see my Raze?"

"She did." Elon’s tone softened slightly. "She was terrified. Especially after it killed someone right in front of her. It was a miracle she didn’t run screaming out of here."

I dropped my head into my hands. Of course she’d seen it. She’d witnessed the worst of what I was and what I could become.

"How did she end up in the cave with you?" Elon asked.

I looked up, confused. "Cave? What cave?"

"The one I walked in to both of you naked this morning. You usually go thee when you need to clear your brain. That was why it was so confusing for us when we didn’t see you running under the moon last night."

"Oh, that!" I nodded. "I really don’t remember that. I remember waking up and saw Naya lying next to me at the Ravine. The one on the east side of the pack territory."

Elon’s eyebrows rose. "The Ravine?"

"Yeah. I was so tired I could barely move. I managed to carry her and wanted to come home but you know how exhausted I used to be after each episode with my Raze, so I was super slow. When it started raining, I had to find shelter. There was a cave nearby so we went there and it turned out to my hideout."

Elon nodded slowly, as if he was processing this information. Then his expression shifted and became calculating.

"So...you slept with her?"

I became alert immediately, sitting up straighter. Of all my brothers, Elon was the only one I had any real relationship with.

His mother had been some Beta’s daughter my father had an affair with during an Alpha conference. Eleanor—our stepmother—hated him almost as much as she’d hated my mother. So we’d bonded over that shared rejection.

We looked almost alike too, enough that people sometimes mistook us for twins instead of half-brothers.

Elon had always had my back. For the longest time, he’d been the only person in this family I could trust.

"That’s too personal, man," I said, shaking my head.

He raised his hands like he was backing off. "I’m just curious, you know." He shrugged. "All your aura was all over her. It was everywhere."

I dropped back onto the bed again, sighing deeply. There was no point in lying. Not to Elon. "Fine. We had sex. And now she’s in the healer’s quarters because I couldn’t control myself."

Elon made a noncommittal sound. "You should have known that fucking a human while your Raze was active would have adverse effects."

"Yeah," I sighed. "I know that now."

We sat in silence for a moment. Then I asked, "Has the council said anything about the deaths?"

"Right now Father is trying to pacify them. Trying to convince them not to take immediate action." Elon shifted his weight. "He’s meeting with the families of the bereaved. Seeing if they can come to some kind of terms."

I closed my eyes. Terms? Like money could replace the people I’d killed.

"What happened?" Elon asked suddenly. "What happened to make you lose control like that? And what about your anti-suppressants? You’ve been taking them religiously for years."

I wanted to tell him that Naya might be my mate and my Master. That the bond between us had triggered something in my Raze I didn’t understand. That everything was different now.

But something held me back. An instinct to protect that information and to keep it secret until I understood it better myself.

"Even I don’t know what truly happened," I said instead. It wasn’t exactly a lie. I really didn’t understand the full extent of what was going on between Naya and me.