Page 97 of Alpha's Forbidden Fate

“What are you doing here?” Liam asks, running a hand through his hair.

“She is a vampire,” the boy screams.

Okay! Worst timing ever.

“I need to talk to you, Liam. It’s important.”

The boy glares at me and then at the still half-naked man standing between us.

“Emmett, this is Selene. Yes, she is a vampire, but she is also Grayson’s teacher. She is not a threat. Not yet.”

I swallow the lump in my throat. “Thank you for that introduction. Now, who the hell is this?”

Liam stares me down before rolling his eyes. “This is Emmett. He lives with me.”

My fingers still hurt as I manage a small wave. “Can you put your pan down now?”

Emmett only grasps it harder. “I thought vampires were evil.”

Liam looks away from me. “It’s complicated, and I am going to explain it to you, but can I at least get dressed first?”

No. I am enjoying the view.

Emmett nods.

Liam walks past him to the kitchen, where he opens the fridge and grabs a pack of peas. He tosses them to me. “Ice your hand. I’ll be back in a minute.”

I nod, pressing the peas to my hand.

This is what I get for rationing my blood supply. Even a small boy wielding a pan can take me out.

“You can take a seat on the sofa,” he tells me before turning to Emmett. “And you. Put the pan in the kitchen and go wait for me in your room. We will talk after she has left. Okay?”

He looks between Liam and me before nodding. “Okay. But I’m not leaving this room until you get back. Okay?”

“Yes, that’s fine, kiddo.”

Liam ruffles his hair before walking away, and I can’t help but stare at his firm backside as he leaves.

I look up to find Emmett glaring daggers at me.

“What?” I whisper, pressing the peas to my knuckles.

“Nothing, vampire.”

I roll my eyes at him. “Bad dog,” I groan.

Then we sit in silence, frowning and glaring at each other until Liam comes back in his gray sweatpants and a matching hoodie. Finally, Emmett leaves us alone, and I can relax a bit.

“Who the fuck was that?”

“Emmett,” he replies nonchalantly.

I put the peas on the coffee table and then sit up to face him. His eyes are cold and distant, and, for the fiftieth time, I tell myself that coming here was a mistake.

There’s a distance in his eyes that I can’t ignore. It’s disappointing, especially after Grayson’s description of him.

He does not look happy at all to see me here.

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