Page 131 of My Forbidden Alpha

“But I need you. Call me fucking selfish, but when I want something, I’m not giving it up,” he says huskily, and I tense in his arms. His words have thrown me off, my eyes stinging with treacherous tears.

“Until your mate comes along and then those emotions will be gone,” I whisper, feeling broken. I’m tired. Tired of it all.

“I will reject her for you without hesitation. If you want me, even if it’s half of how much I want you, I’m yours. Just give me the word, Red, and I’ll be yours until the day I die,” he whispers, placing soft kisses along my neck.

His words make my eyes burn with a hope that I shouldn’t have. With my luck, how can I even have something like this? Why would the Elijah Westwood forsake it all for me?

My eyes sting with tears. I’m scared and I hate the feeling of being vulnerable. Do I dare believe him? If I give in to him, I will be lowering all my walls, walls I have taken years to build from the very first time my father laid his hands on me.

This isn’t easy. There is so much more to it than just us. Our parents are married…

I don’t know what to do or say. Defeated, I slump against his chest, letting him bury his nose in my neck and inhaling my scent. His kisses feel cool against my burning skin, but then Iremember how disgusting it looks and I shrug him away.

“Don’t. That place is tainted.” My lips quiver, but I clench my jaw, not wanting to let it show.

“You’re not tainted, sweetheart. That fucker can try, but he won’t get any further than that. We’re going to fucking destroy him,” he tries to reassure me, but can a monster like Zidane be defeated? How much further can he go? What’s worse than being marked by a monster?

He gently rocks me from side to side, his hard chest against my back, his arms tight around me. I feel so protected in these arms; I wish I never have to move.

“Yeah… it’s the only way,” I agree, despite my doubts. I am not sure how to do it or how the mark will affect me, but I am going to kill him.

“So, what do you wanna do now? Are you hungry? Thirsty? Tired?” he asks, placing a hand on my stomach, making my heart skip a beat. I bite my lip, turning to look up at him. I know what I want, the one thing that can take my mind off everything.

“I want…” I start, teasingly placing my hand on his thigh as I turn to look into his eyes, not missing how they darken. I tilt my head up, my gaze falling to his lips.

“Yeah?” he asks, leaning closer, our lips centimetres apart. My hot breath fans his face, my sweet fresh scent making him close the gap. His lips meet mine and I kiss him back, smiling against his mouth.

“I didn’t finish,” I murmur, and Elijah smirks.

He pauses for a moment before his smirk returns.

“So, what do you want?” he asks, caressing my face.

“A shower. I feel dirty,” I say, wrinkling my nose, and the look in his eyes tells me he’s thinking something dirtier.

“I like you dirty,” he teases seductively, kissing my neck. I roll my eyes.

“I’m sure you do, but right now, I just want a shower.” Inudge him away. As much as I want to fuck him, I want to wash all traces of Zidane from me.

“Sounds good.” He glances towards the door that I’m certain leads to the bathroom. He looks back at me, his smirk gone, his now intense eyes burning into mine.

“Want to join?” I ask softly, my heart thudding.

“I thought you’d never ask,” he replies huskily, tugging me close by the back of my neck and kissing me hard.

A Missing Mark

Jackson

“You alright there?” I ask Nick as I raise my fists again as my Beta and best friend pinches his bloody nose.

“Michelle is going to be so pissed. She hates when I bleed all over my whites.” He looks down at his white shorts and I smile.

“Then maybe stop wearing them. You sure it’s not your ego that is hurting?” I ask, trying not to tease him but failing.

“Yeah, I’m bloody sure, asshole,” he growls. I smirk at that.

“Good to know it’s just the wifey’s anger you’re afraid of.”

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