Page 117 of My Forbidden Alpha

My entire body numbs as her shrill scream silences the room.

He’s marked her.

He’s fucking marked his own daughter!

He lets go of her, licking his bloody lips, throwing his head back as he exhales.

Her body slumps to the ground, her scream dying into a whimper.

Something inside of me snaps, blinding me with rage, a deafening howl that even I don’t recognise rips from my throat, echoing through the room.

I rip through another wolf, tearing and slaying every single one mercilessly that crosses my path.

Zidane is fucking mine.

Three more wolves block me, but seeing red, I tear through them heartlessly. My heart clenching painfully as I look at her bloody body, which lays crumpled on the floor. She’s losing consciousness, clearly in pain as she struggles to stay awake.

Her throat is a bloody mess. He didn’t just mark her, but fucking brutally ripped her throat open.

I need to get her out of here!

Zidane bends down to pick her up, but the thought of his hands on her makes me snarl as I launch myself into the air and throw him across the room with full force.

A sickening crunch fills the room and as much as I want to end him now, my priority is getting Scarlett to safety. Now.

I wrap my mouth around her wrist, tugging her up as she flinches.

Sorry, Red…

Nudging her with my head, when she’s half up I slide her onto my back, and she seems to realise what I’m trying to do.

I need you to hold on, sweetheart,I beg through the mind-link, but my words are met with a block. I can’t seem to make a connection, probably due to the wolfsbane they injected her with. But even though I can’t make a connection, she seems to understand what I’m trying to relay to her.

“Mmh…” she whispers weakly. She threads her fingers into my fur, holding on as I fling every wolf that tries to block me aside, ripping through some of them and leaping over some, killing, blocking or injuring any that dare stand in my path. Once out the door, I begin running just as the most spine-chilling growl of a wolf comes from behind us.

Zidane.

I glance back at the pitch-black beast that is now chasing us. He is huge, but to my satisfaction, he’s still a little smaller than I am.

“Faster,” she whispers before I feel her grip become relaxed signalling, she’s fallen unconscious.

I run as fast as I can. I can feel them gaining on us, but I won’t be defeated. As an alpha, it isn’t in my nature to run. My wolf wants to turn and rip them all to pieces, but right now I don’t really have a choice. Hearing howls ahead, I hope Rafael and his pack are near. I burst from the trees of their pack territory, seeing five men standing there with fifteen shifted wolves behindthem.

“Elijah!” Rafael calls out, his face filling with worry as he spots Scarlett on my back. He steps closer as if about to take her from me, but I snarl dangerously, remembering she’s naked.

Rafael raises his hands, understanding my possessiveness and instead motions to the jeeps that are parked a few feet behind them, the doors open and the engines running.

“Let’s go!”

I shift back, turning and wrapping my arms around Scarlett’s slender body and lift her into one of the jeeps.

The driver revs the engine, and the moment Rafael jumps into the front passenger seat, ordering his men to retreat and cover the cars, our car zooms off at full speed.

I’m breathing hard, hearing the distant snarls and growls of the wolves I left behind. I look down at Scarlett in my arms, my hands trembling from the adrenaline.

My gaze falls on her neck, which has already begun healing somewhat.

He marked her.

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