Page 114 of My Forbidden Alpha

There’s silence in the room, and unlike earlier at lunch we are not alone this time. The woman from earlier is sitting on Zidane’s right, right next to Cade, who looks uncomfortable. The marks my claws had made are still there, and clearly, he has not tried to keep them hidden, much to my disappointment.

He’s one who won’t be on our side. As Zidane’s Beta, if he helped us, it would help sway many to our side to stand with me. Rain falls outside the window, pattering soothingly against the glass, but to me, it offers no calm. The tension in the room is so thick it could be cut with a knife.

“How did you find the pack?” Zidane asks me, his cold voice making my stomach churn. I hate the effect he has on me.

“The truth?” I ask, stirring my food around the plate as I look him dead in the eye.

“Of course, I would want nothing less,” he says, his eyes glinting as they burn into mine. He knows. Knows that I’m different. I can tell from the excitement in those mad eyes of his.

The room is silent, only the sound of the woman refilling Zidane’s wine glass fills the room. The sploshing of the liquid is extremely loud.

Remember, don’t anger him,Elijah says soothingly through the link.

He’s right,I’ll try not.But somehow, I know he wants something from me. I don’t see him killing me.

“Terrible. The way some pack members are treated is disgusting. The ethics your wolves are given is appalling. The stuff they seem to get away with reminds me of my past here.” My sharp eyes meet his, but he simply smirks coldly.

“Well, I am the Alpha. My word is law,” he reminds me,his eyes full of a darkness that would make even the blackest of nights shame in comparison. “Ah… Cade here seems to be sporting some rather interesting marks and it’s clear your nails aren’t laced with wolfsbane. I had the scratches checked. Care to share your magic trick?”

His dead eyes burn into me, and I shrug. “No, not really. It’s a secret I don’t want to share,” I reply casually. Zidane’s eyes flash, slamming his fist on the table.

“You are at my table, you will answer me!” he hisses, standing up and everyone at the table tenses, readying for anything.

“We could leave the table then if that’s what you want?” Elijah offers, his voice calm, yet with a clear warning in it. Zidane sneers, rage flaring around him. His gaze darts around us as if trying to find an outlet, his heart racing wildly. It’s insane how he gets angry so quickly. He suddenly grabs the woman, who is sitting silently, by the neck, brutally dragging her out of her seat.

To my horror, he smashes her head into the table, the sickening crack ringing in the room.

Her eyes widen, but not a single sound escapes her.

I jump up, horrified, as I step back from the table. “What are you doing to her?” I yell.

“Let’s test a theory out, shall we?” Zidane says breathlessly, his claws extending, digging into the woman’s neck. Cade remains emotionless whilst Elijah is on edge. Assessing everything carefully, his hand is inches to the knife on the table.

“What theory?” I ask Zidane resentfully.

“I want you, daughter, to make one simple scratch on her, and if you do, I will let her live. Or if you refuse, then I will tear her to shreds right here.” The woman’s eyes widen slightly but she still remains silent.

I frown. As much as I hate the woman, I am not going to be the reason for her death.

You have nothing to prove, remember she chose tokill her wolf for power. She is not a good person you need to save, Red,Elijah says quietly through the mind-link.

I can’t let her die,I mind-linked back.

Coming from someone who was telling me to rip their throats out? Really, Red?he remarks. I shoot him a glare,

I can’t. It’s just not who I am.

He seems to understand that, and I step forward, dragging my nail down the woman’s arm, leaving a thin scratch.

“Happy?” I growl. Zidane smiles coldly, his eyes fixed on the woman. I watch too, seeing the marks his nails made on her neck begin to heal despite being so much deeper than the one I made. He then makes a scratch alongside mine, almost as light, but it begins healing over within seconds, making me uneasy.

He’s testing it out… just as he tested out how fast I healed as a child.

What does he want with it? My stomach churns and I can barely stand the smell of food. I watch as his eyes grow manic, excitement and madness shining in them.

He presses his finger against my scratch. “It’s perfect,” he breathes, now turning those dark green eyes on me, as if I am something he wants to devour. “You can mortally wound wolves and even their healing abilities will not be able to save them. With you by my side, under my command, I will be a god.”

Marked

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