Page 120 of My Forbidden Alpha

The mess.

Shaking my head, I crouch down beside the woman and, grabbing a fistful of her hair, drag her up.

“Maya, my darling, get this place cleaned up before I have to end you right here,” I say dangerously. “If it’s not done soon, you’ll be joining them.” She struggles to get up and I scoff. Elijah had hurt her brutally and her bones will need time to heal.

He had a big wolf… bigger than mine. How is that even possible?

He is not of the two bloodlines. I know the other, so who is he exactly? I need to talk to the witch. Immediately. This is something she might know of. Maybe she is trying to keep it from me or if she doesn’t know, then perhaps I will ask forsomething more in return.

“Get up, you filthy whore!” I snarl.

Maya staggers to her feet. “Y-yes, Alpha…” she rasps.

Standing, I shove her to the ground before I turn, not looking back as I walk towards the stairs and head upstairs to my office, leaving bloody footprints in my wake.

Entering my office, I sit on the chair in the darkness, not caring to turn the light on. Placing my feet on the table, I cross them at the ankles.

This didn’t end as I wanted, but at least I managed to mark her. She’ll come back or I will go to her.

When we complete the marking and I force her to mark me back, I will grow stronger. I will break her completely until she bends to my will without fail. She already holds fear of me, no matter how much she tries to hide it. So I will use that against her. I will kill everyone she holds dear, but first I will torture them until she begs for me to stop, but I won’t.

I take out a cigarette and light it. Only the glowing ember at the tip of the cigarette fills the otherwise pitch-black room.

How had I not seen Scarlett’s abilities as a child? The signs were right in front of me… Even if she hadn’t yet shifted her ability was present…

10 YEARS AGO – DESERT STORM PACK

Unknowing to the pathetic little child who tip-toes down the hall, I lie in wait. I returned earlier from my trip and it’s good I did. It seems she’s out to disobey me already.

I sit in the lounge, puffing on a cigarette. Her small light footsteps can be heard on the steps, and my eyes flash dangerously.

Oh, how I hate being disobeyed.

I know it’s her, my eight-year-old Scarlett, and I smile whenher little head of strawberry blond hair comes into view as she passes by the open door of the lounge. I’m sitting in the dark and the stupid little child doesn’t even think to look this way.

How foolish.

She continues down the hall and I smirk coldly as I silently make my way to the open door. She’s wearing a worn-out cotton nightgown that does nothing in this bitter cold.

Scarlett, Scarlett, Scarlett…

It’s a beautiful name she has. I named her myself. Scarlett. The colour of blood. One of my favourite things.

I’m bored and I don’t really want to fuck a woman right now. This will be a lot more fun.

I slip out into the hallway as the little girl, who looks smaller than her age, enters the kitchen quietly. I follow, my cold smile growing at the thought of the fear she will feel.

She’s tiptoeing towards the cupboard, and just as she reaches for it I speak.

“Well, well, well… looks like there’s a little rat on the loose,” I hiss, my voice dropping an octave. Scarlett freezes, her heart thundering so loud it reminds me of a drum being pounded on. Oh, how it excites me.

She turns slowly, the smell of fear filling the kitchen. Her long, waist-length hair falls around her shoulders, and her usually pale skin looks ghostly as her eyes land on me.

I smile, tilting my head as I lean against the kitchen door.

“Papa…” she whispers, her lip quivering and her eyes shining with tears. “I’m sorry! I was hungry.” She drops to her knees, bowing her head as her entire body shakes.

“Now, now. We both know a sorry isn’t good enough. Wouldn’t you agree, my little princess?” I ask, walking over to her. I crouch down in front of her, stroking her little head before I twist my hand into her hair. “One sound and I will make sure both your mother and sister suffer the samepunishment as you,” I hiss.

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