Page 10 of My Forbidden Alpha

The smaller one falls to the ground, his body returning to human form in the final seconds of his life, now lying there dead.

I turn my blood thirsty gaze on the other wolf, but he quickly retreats. I look at Cade, who, much to my satisfaction, is slightly pale. I let my Alpha aura surge around me, hoping they get the fucking message as I shift back into human form.

I don’t play. “Tell your Alpha there’s no fucking way he’s getting Scarlett, whatever his reasons are. If he tries to attack or reaches out to her one more time, I will take it as a personal attack. Trust me, you don’t want to get on the wrong side of Elijah Westwood, future Alpha of the Blood Moon Pack, and we’re ready for war.” Harm what belongs to our pack, and I will destroy them. My voice is low and deadly, making sure they get the message loud and fucking clear.

He seems to hesitate before he nods, frowning slightly as he casts one final glance at Scarlett.

“You can’t run from your birthright; the past will always find you,” he murmurs quietly before he turns, shifting back into a wolf, grabbing the body of his dead pack mate and running off with his injured partner, who is holding the head in his mouth.

I hesitate, debating what to do. A part of me wants to runafter them, kill the one and take Cade for questioning. The other part of me is saying to let them go. But Scarlett’s soft whimper makes me stop, remembering she’s injured and that makes my decision for me.

She takes a deep breath just as I turn, her eyes widening before she snaps them shut.

“Clothes!” she shrieks, making me raise an eyebrow and look down at my naked state.

“What are you, a baby? Have you never seen a cock before?” I ask with a cold smirk; she didn’t seem to have an issue with Cade’s dick. A sliver of irritation rushes through me but I push it away, refusing to acknowledge it.

“Of course I have. I just don’t want to be traumatised for life by seeing yours!” she retorts before she winces in pain.

“Whatever you say, Red. Every other woman would beg to get one look at mine,” I reply cockily as I step closer to her.

“But I’m your sister, remember?” she retorts. She opens her eyes, but she’s still looking anywhere but at me, her cheeks flushed red. She looks fucking good like that.

I don’t bother replying; she is not my fucking sister, and it grates on my fucking nerves when she says that. I flip the car back onto all four tyres. I’m surprised the wheels are still hanging on. I pop open the trunk and take my duffle bag out. Taking out a pair of sweatpants, I pull them on.

“You can look now, prude,” I remark, tying the drawstring at the front but making sure they sit lower than normal. I walk towards her, and she slowly looks my way, and I don’t miss the way her eyes rake over me before she scoffs and rolls her eyes.

“So overrated.”

“You haven’t seen it,” I reply with a smirk. She’s hiding something. I saw the way she cut him off, the fear that rolled off her, but now’s not the time to ask. She’s injured and who knows, they may come back with backup.

I stop before her, looking down into those gorgeous soft green eyes, before my gaze dips down, trying not to stare at her breasts. I reach for the hem of her fitted top and rip it right up the middle.

“What are you doing?!” she shrieks, wrapping her arms around her in an attempt to cover her breasts, which are squeezed into a sexy lacy red bra. Her arms barely cover much. She has a decent cup size, not huge and not small either. The perfect size to fit right into my hands.

I frown, pushing the thought away. Regardless of the fact I don’t see her as my sister, sheismy stepsister. I force my gaze away from them and look at her wound as I crouch down before her, trying not to pay attention to the curve of her waist and hips. Or her thudding heart ringing loudly in my ear.

“It’ll heal, although it is pretty deep,” I murmur, about to touch it when she grabs my wrist. I glance up at her, cocking a brow. She’s glaring at me, her cheeks tinted with a faint blush once more. I can’t help but smirk at her embarrassment, the urge to tease her further enticing me.

“Be a good girl and obey your future Alpha,” I whisper, tugging free from her hold with ease and grabbing both of her wrists. I pin them against the car, examining the wound before I lean closer.

“What are you doing?” she hisses, her heart hammering as she sucks in a sharp breath.

“It’ll heal quicker,” I murmur, even if that isn’t the only reason. My nose grazes her waist just below the cut and she whimpers, sending an explicit image of her whimpering beneath me to my head.

Fuck, she smells good.

Alpha saliva has healing abilities, although more so in wolf form. I know she will heal soon enough, but seeing her before me in her bra has awakened something inside of me, and I can’t stopmyself from wanting to feel her smooth skin against my lips.

I slowly run my tongue along her wound, enjoying the taste mixed with her scent. I throb hard, a jolt of pleasure rushing through me, and she gasps, her heart still galloping.

My tongue slowly runs up her hip, across her waist, and when I should stop, I’m unable to, instead tantalisingly flicking it along the curve of the side of her breast.

Her tempting scent is clouding my senses, and through her lace bra, I’m satisfied to see her now hard nipples standing at attention. I lean back ever so slightly, looking past those perfect mounds that have made blood rush down south and gaze up into her flushed face. But just as our eyes meet, the delicious scent of her illicit arousal hits me like an intoxicating avalanche.

I’ve fucking turned her on… and the worst part is, it only fuels the beast within me.

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