Page 104 of My Forbidden Alpha

“An alpha who offers his lunas like whores, now that’s a first,” Elijah remarks. I cast him a dirty look, the scene of the three women all over him returning to my mind.

“Despite the promises, he has not made anyone his official Luna. They simply assist him and are his mistresses. I heard he wasn’t satisfied with any of them but whatever magic was cast upon them, they are completely loyal to him. Almost as if they no longer have a will of their own.” Candice sighs heavily. “He truly has lost his way…”

The room falls silent as we ponder on what she has just shared. It’s clear that dark magic is at play here. And witches? Everyone knows they are theworst.

“Thank you for telling us.”

“No need to thank me. I just didn’t want to see two young people in love get torn apart by something that is not in their hands.”

“Thanks,” Elijah says.

“We aren’t in love,” I correct quickly.

“Yeah,” Elijah adds, not convincing at all.

Candice smiles but doesn’t seem to believe me. “Of course. I just request that you tell no one about this.”

“We won’t,” I promise.

“But I do want to ask, why would you share information about your pack with us knowing the risk it’ll put you at? Don’t you fear for your life?” Elijah asks. Candice simply smiles, her deep blue eyes showing a glimmer of amusement.

“Oh, he won’t kill me. Not so easily, anyway. I’m the one who holds this place together,” she says, motioning around the room.

The omegas do hold the pack together.

“Like I said, I don’t want a young couple who hasn’t evenmated and marked each other to be torn apart before the bond can even be completed.” I blush and Elijah smirks.

“We’re not… how did you know we haven’t mated? Wait, can-” I splutter. I am cut off when Elijah’s lips meet mine in a passionate kiss, his fingers wrapping around my throat.

Stop talking, sweetheart,he mind-links. My heart hammers, unable to resist him as I grip his shirt, kissing him deeper. I know I need to apologise for my behaviour but I feel confused too.

I don’t know how to feel. He said this would just be about sex, yet he kisses and touches me any chance he gets. Why does this feel so much deeper? So much more…

My thoughts fade away as he consumes me completely. Only the way his lips feel against mine and the way his touch makes me feel, lingers in my mind.

Our kisses became hotter. His hands slips under my top stroking my waist. Igniting a fire of pure desire within me, my core throbs and a soft moan escapes me.

A chuckle brings us back to reality and I jerk away, my face flushing.

“If you two would like to ‘talk’ things out, there’s a spare bedroom. The 7th door on the left on the second floor,” Candice offers, her eyes crinkling in amusement.

“No, no, we’re okay,” I say, my heart hammering. The scent of my arousal is obvious and I feel so embarrassed. I sneak a glance at Elijah only to see his eyes are dark cobalt blue, desire clear within them, a cocky smirk on his handsome face.

“I think we’ll take the offer,” he says. Standing, he scoops me up, carrying me over his shoulder and out of the room, taking the steps three at a time.

“Elijah!” I gasp, mortified. He delivers a sharp tap to my ass making me yelp, feeling the wetness only grow between my thighs. Elijah growls, making my core clench.

“You’re fucking horny for me, sweetheart. Don’t deny it,” he mutters. Going up the second flight of steps, the house seems even more silent. He opens the door that Candice had guided us to, kicking it shut behind us and sliding the rusty lock in the door.

The room is painted a pale pink. The window is cracked, covered with tape to hold it together. Faded pale pink curtains hang in it, and blue and white bedding covers the mattress that sits on the floor. A small rickety chest of drawers and a coat rack are all that is in this room. Despite the beaten state of it, it smells clean and fresh.

Elijah drops me on the makeshift bed then climbs between my legs forcefully. I blush, glaring at him.

“You know how shameless you are?” I ask, my heart skipping a beat, although his every move is only making me more excited.

“You know you like it,” he murmurs, brushing a few stray strands of my red hair back. His blue eyes meet mine as I slowly cup his face.

“Why…?” I ask softly.

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