Page 113 of My Forbidden Alpha

I look up into his eyes, unable to stop myself from asking him the question that burns in my mind. “What are we, Elijah?” I whisper quietly.

Deep down I had feared once he got what he wanted he would simply start pulling away, but he has become even clingier if you can say that. Loving and tender. I’ve never seen him like this with anyone. What is this and why?

“Do we need to put a name to it right now?” he asks softly, becoming serious. I sigh, glancing up at the sky before looking back at him.

“We will be going home soon, Elijah. Things can’t be the way they are here,” I remind him quietly. “This. It can’t continue. You know that right? What happens will have to be behind closed doors. This is something that can never come to light. Ever. You are my stepbrother, and we aren’t meant to be together in any way.”

I fear he’s forgetting that.

“Let’s face that when the time comes,” he says dismissively, running his fingers through my hair.Did you feel her aura?he asks through the mind-link, changing the subject.

Candice’s? Yeah, she’s a strong she-wolf and I was thinking she has to be strong as she’s still alive despitebeing kept a prisoner for a while too. I don’t think Zidane is the prisoner-keeping type; I feel he’s the type to kill them straight away.

Yeah, no shock there,Elijah replies, his voice full of contempt.

Well, she’s not bad, I’m definitely sure of that.

Agreed,Elijah replies before slapping my ass. I blush and he smirks. “So, tell me, Kitten, what do you want to do? Look around some more?”

I nod and he takes my hand as we continue to make our way through the pack grounds. They are rather deserted. No young wolves are playing or walking around. It feels more like a boot camp than a pack. I stop when my eyes fall on a woman I recognise, the Latina who had been unzipping Elijah’s pants.

“Fuck,” Elijah mutters, and I raise my eyebrow at him, still feeling annoyed and jealous.

The woman smirks slightly. She is pretty; I have to admit. With her large brown eyes, plump lips, gorgeous tan skin, and thick glossy locks. Dressed in a lace bodysuit and leather pants, she is the definition of sexy; something that only makes my frown deepen.

“Alpha… it’s good to see you again,” the woman murmurs, completely ignoring me as I glare daggers at her.

“Stay the fuck away from him,” I warn icily. The woman smirks, flashing her pearly teeth.

“The question is, will he stay away from me?” she asks, stepping closer. She takes my chin in her hand. “You really are a beauty too. We could all have fun together.” Her thumb brushes over my plump lips, taking me by surprise.

Elijah growls menacingly, pulling me out of her hold.

“Don’t touch her,” he snarls dangerously.

“And stay the fuck away from us,” I say, wiping my lips where her repulsing touch lingers. The woman smirks before walkingoff, swaying her hips sensually. “That’s just fucked up. Isn’t she like Zidane’s woman?” I grumble.

Elijah smirks. “You’re damn cute, but yeah, it’s fucked up, this entire place is fucked up.”

Our eyes meet before he threads his fingers into my hair and tugs my head upwards, kissing me roughly, possessively even. We break away when I need air, and I stare into those cobalt eyes of his.

“Jealous?” I ask, batting my eyelashes, earning a cold glare from him.

“What do you think, Red? I said you’re mine, and I meant it.”

Those words make me happy but at the same time, I know I shouldn’t get carried away. Elijah Westwood is a dream and after all, dreams don’t last forever… or could they?

We had exploredthe pack a little more, Elijah observing the layout and patrol, before we returned to the mansion, deciding to ask Zidane what he wanted and state that we would be leaving the following day. Both of us know that Zidane probably won’t allow us to leave so easily, and we were planning to leave tonight, but he didn’t need to know that.

Rafael, Elijah’s friend, has agreed to help us too, and when we leave, he will have back-up there for us just in case Zidane sends someone after me.

He had also contacted Dad to let him know we are ok, not wanting to get them worried either.

Cade had given Elijah a shirt and although I felt sticky and dirty, we didn’t have any extra luggage, so I just had to settle for washing my face.

It’s now dinner time, and it’s as unpleasant as lunch was with neither Elijah nor I trusting anything served by Zidane. Although we are all served from the same platters, after thestunt he had pulled with Elijah earlier, neither of us is going to take a risk again. With Zidane, one thing is clear, expect the unexpected.

Every passing moment raises my anxiety.

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