Page 122 of My Forbidden Alpha

“Let me go get you food,” I whisper, placing a soft kiss on her forehead. Her lip quivers as I leave the room quickly to get something from the kitchen.

I return soon enough, unlocking the door and shutting it tight behind me when she looks up at me. I smile down at her, imagining the pain she will go through.

I wish I could hear her thoughts as I punish her.

Unlike me, who has my wolf and can see in the dark, she can’t.

“Look, I got you some food, princess,” I say. She looks up. I have a pot in my hand, and I see her trying to see it but failing. “Say thank you,” I order as I glare at her, my eyes turning dark green once again.

“Th-thank you, Papa,” she whispers. A cold smile crosses my lips.

“Here.” I raise the jar and pour its contents onto her. She screams as the powdery substance makes contact with her. The strong smell of chilli flakes fills the air as she screams in agonising pain as she claws fruitlessly at her own wounds where the chilli flakes have embedded into the open gashes.

She hadn’t expected that, her eyes wide with horror andpain as she writhes and screams in agony, scratching at her eyes and arms, trying to rid herself of the pain. I watch her helplessness, laughing.

Now that was incredibly fun.

“Sleep well, princess,” I say icily before turning and walking out of the room, leaving the little eight-year-old crying and screaming as she convulses in pain on the cold hard floor.

I glare at the darkness around me.How had I missed such an obvious clue?Her healing ability was never normal.

If it were not for that witch who told me about my firstborn being special, that she is blessed by the Moon Goddess herself, I would not have even known she was still alive.

That whore Jessica had faked their deaths rather well. When I find her, I am going to tear her apart inch by fucking inch.

I take out my phone and dial a number, waiting for someone to answer.

“Why do you call? I told you I will call you only,” the woman’s voice comes.

“Tell me, what are the chances that a third bloodline still exists?” I ask.

There’s a moment’s silence. “What do you mean?”

“My daughter and her lover were here. His wolf is powerful. Elijah Westwood. That’s his name. He was extremely fast too.”

“Your daughter and her lover, are they mates?”

“No. And I marked her.”

She’s silent. “I helped you enough Malone. You couldn’t even keep one woman in your control. Perhaps I was wrong to have faith in you,” she spits.

I clench my jaw. The rage that fills me is intense, but this bitch knows dark magic and I’m no fool to piss her off.

Alpha, the alpha who helped them was Alpha Rafael Rossi, the boy alpha of the Black Storm Pack.

“I am doing my part, do yours, witch,” I snarl and hang up as I glare ahead.

Rafael…

The thought that three kids might have outsmarted me only makes my blood boil.

I’ll fucking destroy them all.

What She Means To Me

Elijah

“Ididn’t want to get you into this mess,” I say quietly, looking at Rafael who stands opposite me. “I’m sorry for bringing this fight to you.”

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