Page 100 of My Forbidden Alpha

A loud menacing growl tears from my throat, ringing through the air and I’m no longer in control. All I want is to kill him. I slam Cade against the nearest wall, my hand tight around his throat.

“Speak like that again and I swear I will fucking punish you!” I hiss menacingly, my Alpha aura rolling off me in waves.

“Y-yes, Alpha,” Cade stammers, his face pale, the weight ofmy command hitting him hard and with it a glint of realisation.

Careful, Red.

I ignore Elijah as Cade lowers his eyes in respect and I let go of him, kicking him hard.

“This place is so fucking messed up,” I spit, running a hand through my hair.

Fuck, Red, you scratched him!Elijah growls through the mind-link.

I don’t give a fuck; he deserved it!I shoot back, irritated at his concern.

I know, but your ability is now out too,Elijah says, irritation and worry laced in his throat. I don’t reply, simply walking to the entrance of the battered building. I glance back at Cade, who has now stood up and massages his neck.

Elijah’s right, I have scratched him.Fuck.

His eyes glaze and I wonder if he’s already reporting to Zidane.

He then turns to Elijah.“You’re free to roam around on your own. I have work to attend to.”

“Sure, but one thing before you go, Cade. I know you would want to report that to the Alpha, but I wouldn’t if I were you,” Elijah advises him quietly.

Cade nods, but if he hasn’t already, he definitely will be reporting. But I really don’t give a fuck. All of them need a lesson taught and I’m willing to be the one to teach them it.

A Stubborn Woman

Elijah

Scarlett storms off ahead of me and I take a deep breath as I follow, although she’s already disappeared inside.

She’s angry at me but she’s not even giving me a chance to explain myself, but I am not going to back down so easily, not until I have explained to her exactly what happened.

Something about her rejection has upset my wolf too. I can feel him brooding within my mind. I wish I could talk to him. It sure would make things easier. It confuses me a little, too. My wolf never cared for any of my fucks before.

Am I building an emotional connection with her? No, I fucking can’t be.

Right?

Entering the house, I notice it isn’t as bad as it looks from the outside. Yes, it is in a dilapidated state, but it is clean. Despite it being barely furnished, there are signs of life.

A child’s battered shoes stand by the entrance and a cracked frame with a hand-drawn picture hangs crookedly on the wall. A small shelf with hooks holds several pairs of keys and a couple of tattered children’s coats are on the floor against the far wall.

The worn-out mahogany wooden floors groan under everystep I take, several are completely sunk in. The single bare bulb that hangs from the ceiling is weak, casting a sickly blue light around the dark hall. A rickety flight of steps leads upwards. The stair bannister is broken and in some areas the rails are completely missing.

It is completely dangerous for young wolves.

It seems rather silent, and I wonder how many people actually live here.

I follow Scarlett’s scent into a large kitchen.

After what happened, we should try to stick together so we don’t fall into any more traps,I say through the mind-link.

Yeah, sure. Traps,she replies sarcastically.

Are you really just going to blow me off and not fucking listen?

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