Page 103 of My Forbidden Alpha

But there’s no time to mull over it when the woman leads us out through the hall and through to a small sitting room, if you can call it that. The door is missing, the walls are covered in old floral peeling wallpaper and in many areas the wallpaper is completely gone. The floor is the same withered wood as the hallway.

The only furnishings in the room consist of two broken, stained mismatched couches and a battered coffee table that’s barely standing; one leg looks as if it is about to give way. A few cheap toys lay in the corner.

I feel guilty about the state of this place… sad too. The more I see, the more I know I can’t turn a blind eye to these people. My people. I have to make things right. I have to be the one to protect them, this is more than just me and Zidane. This is about hundreds of lives that look to their Alpha.

There is no way I can leave knowing this is how my people are being treated.

“Please take a seat.” The woman gestures to the slightly better of the two couches. Elijah is the first to sit, the sofa creaking embarrassingly under his weight. The springs are all broken and hanging out, and on one side the armrest is completely coming off.

The woman looks apologetic, but I don’t want her to feel like that. This is on Zidane, not her.

“You weigh too much,” I mock Elijah lightly with a smirk. “The couch is giving you a hint to lose some weight, fatty.”

“I could up my workouts as long as it includes you,” he teases,his eyes running over my body suggestively. My heart skips a beat under his gaze. He takes my hand, pulling me down next to him, his arm firmly going around my shoulders and neck. The woman watches us and smiles.

“We didn’t get your name,” I say, smiling back at her. She nods.

“My apologies but we aren’t really worthy of names around here. I’m the Head Omega, Candice,” she explains. I tilt my head. I don’t think I’ve seen her before, but at the same time there’s something familiar about her.

“Have you always been in this pack?” I ask curiously. The woman’s smile falters, something flickering in her eyes.

“Wh-why do you ask? Yes, of course I have,” she stammers. I glance at Elijah, who remains silent. She seems trustworthy, but she’s also hiding something.

“Oh ok, I see. I just asked because I don’t remember you,” I say. I know I shut a lot out, but the Head Omega was a woman called Estella at the time we left. I’m good at remembering people’s faces. Looking at the woman now, I do notice there seems to be something oddly familiar about her, but I am sure I have never met her before.

“What do you mean by not remembering me? You’ve visited this pack before?” Candice asks, her eyes filling with sharp interest. I shake my head.

“Yeah, a long time ago, but never mind, it’s a really long story. So, what were you saying about the Alpha’s women?” I brush it off.

“Ah, of course. Well, as I was saying, they were she-wolves once, even though I would no longer class them as werewolves. The Alpha brought them home from different packs to ‘create’ the perfect luna,” Candice begins, taking a deep breath. “The only thing they had in common was that they came with the dream that they were going to be Luna of this pack, and theirhearts were as selfish and full of greed for power as the rottenest of us can be.”

Greed for power is something many succumb to.

“How did he even manage that?” Elijah asks seriously.

“No one really knows. After all, it is something no one had heard of until we witnessed the change. I do not know exactly what he did, but he had help from the worst kind. Witchcraft.”

I feel uneasy. Witches… they are our enemy and to think Zidane even stooped that low to gain something unspeakable is frankly not surprising.

“A witch? How did he even find one? They remain hidden from us,” Elijah says.

“Well, he had his means. I do not know how, but with the help of witchcraft, they willingly killed their wolves to attain certain abilities. And Zidane surely was willing to make that sacrifice.”

Hmm, she calls him by his name. That’s pretty brave for an omega,Elijah says through the mind-link.

Are you trying to divert the conversation from those whores you were about to fuck?

Really, Red?He cocks a brow, looking at me sceptically.

I frown at him but he has a point. She’s meant to be an omega, but the way she’s talking she doesn’t sound like one, not to mention she seems ok in our presence.

“None of us really know what they can do, but they have snared many alphas. Having lost their wolves, they are immune to drugs and herbs that are fatal to werewolves. Although they retain their werewolf strength, even silver cannot harm them,” Candice continues.

“So, the drug in that room was only working on me… that’s why they were stronger and I couldn’t fight them off. Are you hearing this, Red?”

Elijah looks at me, his cerulean blue eyes giving me an ‘I toldyou it was not my fault’ look. I simply give him a pout in return.

“So those three women are the Lunas?” I say, trying to wrap my head around it.

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