Page 64 of My Forbidden Alpha

“Perfect. How long are you leaving for and where exactly are you going?” Dad asks.

“Not too far, towards Manchester. It’s regarding some talks with an ally who has a pack up that side. I met the Alpha at training and we became good friends,” Elijah says.

“Is that the orphan boy?” Dad asks. “Ros… something?”

Elijah frowns slightly. “He’s a man, Dad, and a strong and excellent alpha. He’s been a father to his brother for years and has raised his father’s company to new limits. I swear, one day the world will know of the Rossi Empire. He is an ally everyone would want on their side.”

He’s passionate about his friend, that’s for sure.

“Well, that sounds extremely promising. All the allies we can get are welcome,” Dad says, “There is growing unrest when it comes to rogues over the last few months and the more allies we have, the better.”

“When do we leave? I need to let the salon know that I’m taking days off,” I ask Elijah, trying not to remember how his lips felt against mine.

He licks his lips, distracting me. But before he can reply, Mama speaks with a sigh. “I don’t understand why you are even working there.”

“Mama, please. Can we not do this right now?” I plead. Dadplaces a hand over hers and Mama simply shakes her head but doesn’t say anything else.

“We’ll leave around five.”

“Wait, what? Today!” I stare at him as he picks up a bottle and cocks a brow.

“Yes, Red, today. Why wait? Make sure you pack enough for a week or so,” he answers before chugging down some orange juice, and I try not to stare at his throat.

I nod, trying not to think about the fact I’ll be on the road alone for an entire week with Elijah. With no one to know what we’re doing… No matter how much I try to squash those thoughts, I can feel pleasure pool in my lower regions just considering the possibilities. I desperately push the thoughts away before everyone at the table smells my arousal.

“A road trip!? Not fair! Can I come?” Indigo asks, pouting.

“You still have a few weeks of school left,” Dad reminds her with a smile, his blue eyes twinkling. “So, I think that’s a no.”

“Yes, it most definitely is a no.”

“Life is so sucky,” Indigo says with a glum expression.

“Next time, kiddo,” Elijah promises, giving her a smirk before he looks at me.

Are you ready for it, Red?

Facing my bio dad? Sure,I answer. Ready for you? No. His charm consumes me, and I know that if he tries something, I won’t want to resist…

Once breakfast isover, I head into town to the salon, working my hours for the day and booking my leave on the pretence that a family member has passed away. I’m relieved that I don’t see Brayden there, knowing he’d have lots to say.

I return home around 2pm, deciding to stop at Grandma Amelia’s cottage in the woods, hoping she’s home. I promisedher dinner soon but I’m going to have to extend it to a later date.

I look at the box of freshly baked biscuits from a bakery in town that I bought as an offering, wishing I had gotten something else, too. I understand Grandma Amelia well and although she hides it well, I know she is looking forward to this dinner. Looking at the biscuits I hesitate, maybe I should grab something else too, but before I can regret it, or go grab something else, the door is opened.

“Afternoon, Grandma Amy!” I say, flashing a small smile.

“Good afternoon, dearie, I wasn’t expecting you,” Grandma Amelia says, stepping aside and allowing me in. She is dressed in a knee-length skirt and a black blouse, and her brown eyes flit to the biscuits before she observes my face properly. “You’re cancelling on me, aren’t you?” I look at her guiltily, I guess she put two-and-two together without my help.

I sigh and nod apologetically. “Yes, I have to go out of town with Elijah for pack business, but I promise once I’m back I will make it up to you,” I say, watching her before she nods.

“That is quite alright, things pop up all the time. So that’s fair enough, I will wait for your return. Now sit down and I’ll make you a cuppa. I can’t eat all those biscuits by myself,” Grandma Amelia says as I smile.

I walk over to the table looking at the walls that are covered in old photos and many oil paintings of sceneries that I know her son made.

“Do you need me to do anything whilst you’re making the tea?” I ask. Grandma Amelia looks at me with a devious smirk.

“Well, since you asked, I need to have some coriander picked from the garden. Make sure you don’t pull the roots up, just cut the stem,” she warns, and I pout.

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