Page 130 of My Forbidden Alpha

My neck is burning me.

I pull away from Elijah, my eyes scanning the room until I spot a small mirror on top of the washbasin and rush over to it.

“Scarlett, listen to me-”

“Fuck…” I swear, my face paling as I stare at the horrifying stain on my neck. I feel sick to my stomach, the sheer realisation of what had happened hitting me like a bolt of lightning.

My own father marked me.

A mark is something sacred, that is meant to completely tie together two mates, and here he has gone against the very lawof the Goddess and marked his own daughter for nothing more than some crazy way of trying to control me?

I feel numbness wash over me, realising what this means. Once again, he has me trapped.

I place a hand on my head as the room spins. I can no longer hear Elijah. He’s nearby and I think he’s holding me because I haven’t fallen, but I can’t focus on anything.

He’s whispering something, but I can’t hear.

Only the disgusting mark and the throbbing pain in my neck consume me.

Now Zidane’s malicious look of victory makes sense.

He always wins.

I was wrong. No matter how hard I try, no matter how old I get or how far away I go, he will always win.

My legs give as my eyes blur, but I don’t hit the floor, feeling Elijah catching me.

“Scarlett, listen to me, baby girl. It’s going to be okay.”

Is it?

Nothing will get better.

He’s calling me again, but I no longer have the will to respond.

He marked me.

My own father.

“Scarlett! Fuck, look at me, please!”

His voice is muffled as if he’s shouting through a glass window. I can feel his soft kisses on my face, my shoulder, on my neck. It is only when his lips meet my burning mark that I’m snapped back to reality, jerking away from him, but he holds me tightly.

“What are you doing?” I ask coldly. “Can you not see this?”

“I’m worried for you, Red,” he whispers softly, as if I might snap if he speaks loudly. Which I might.

I try to push his hands off me, but he refuses to let go.

“Yeah, I can see it, but it changes nothing. We will remove that mark from your neck, I promise you. Just don’t think you’re in this alone.” His arms wrap around my waist, pushing my breasts up as he holds me firmly. I struggle to get away from him but he’s stronger.

“Let go of me, Elijah,” I command.

“No, I won’t.”

“Why? You got what you wanted, didn’t you? I gave you my all! So just… just leave me alone. I don’t need anyone!” I snarl coldly, wanting him to get angry and leave.

His heart is thundering, but he refuses to let go.

---