Page 147 of My Forbidden Alpha

“So, the one fucking thing that was left of Mom… you decided to get rid of that too?” I spit as I slam my fist into the nearestwall, making the couple jump apart. They hadn’t even noticed me until I spoke.

“Elijah! What are you doing?” Dad asks, concern flooding his face. He looks at Jessica, who looks pale, and she adjusts her top, brushing her black hair out of her face. “What are you going on about?”

“Elijah...” she murmurs, but I don’t even spare her a second glance. I walk over to Dad and grab him by his collar roughly before slamming him into the worktop behind him, his shoulders banging into the cupboards above, and I hear something crack.

“Elijah! Stop! That’s your father!” Jessica panics.

“Yeah, I fucking know, although maybe it was better if he wasn’t!” I snarl, glaring at the man before me. We are almost equal in height, but I am stronger, and it shows. He’s trying to pull me off but he ain’t winning this shit.

“Get off me, Elijah!” Dad growls, his eyes flashing teal. But ignoring him, I yank his shirt down, tearing the fabric as I expose his neck, my eyes going to the mark that is plastered there. Gone is the lotus with the three claws, in its place is a wolf’s paw with its claws out.

I fucking feel sick.

Each wolf has its own mark and form. No matter who you mark, your mark will always remain the same. Each wolf has a mark that represents them, almost like a signature. Once you are mated and marked, it is your scents that combine and you wear the mark of your significant other.

I feel disgusted that I hadn’t even realised the change in Jessica’s or Dad’s scents. It’s slight since they spend so much of their time together, but the change is there.

“Fuck you!” I hiss icily as I pull Dad away from the counter and slam him headfirst into the table. Jessica’s scream rings in the air, but it doesn’t overpower the whistling in my ear or mythundering heartbeat.

He grunts as he staggers. But I’m not fucking done. Every single fucking thing he did after Mom died flashing before my eyes.

The way he stopped talking about her...

The way he easily moved on...

The idealism of mates is fucking overrated, because how do you fucking move on within a year?

“You are a fucking twat!” I thunder as he grapples with my hands, trying to push me off.

“Elijah, please! Please, it’s not his fault! It was in the moment, please! I’m begging you, please don’t do this!” Jessica begs, breaking into sobs, fear making her voice tremble.

“Stay the fuck out of thisJessica! Or I might say shit that I won’t be able to take back!” I snarl. A part of me wishes she never came into our lives, but wishing that meant I would never have met Scarlett or Indigo and that’s not something I’d wish, even in fucking anger.

I glare at her, growling lowly until she backs away, whimpering under the effect of my Alpha aura rolling off me.

Elijah, stop it! Don’t scare her! I said stop!Dad thunders through the mind-link, but I don’t really fucking care. No one cared when Scarlett went through shit.

“Elijah, please... he can’t breathe,” she whimpers, as she watches us terrified.

What is the issue, Elijah!?

I ignore her, turning my full attention to Dad, whose face is almost purple.

“What is the issue? You moved on from Mom, your so-called mate, in what, less than a year? Everything in this fucking house changed. You stopped talking about her, you fucking forgot her, and now the first fucking chance you got, you removed her mark from your neck? You know what, why don’t you get rid of me,too? After all, I’m the last thing that even has an ounce of her left!” I snarl coldly.

Pain and hurt flash through Dad’s eyes and I ease up just a little so he can answer me properly. “Son… that’s not true… I still love your mother. Ella can never be forgotten. She has and always will have her own special space in my heart. Please don’t ever think otherwise,” he whispers.

“Hard to fucking see it.” I slam him into the worktop once again, making Jessica scream as the smell of blood fills the kitchen.

“Your mother made me promise I wouldn’t give up on life, for me and for you.”

“Don’t! Don’t try to put this on Mom!” I snarl, punching him across the face.

Scarlett

I freeze hearingMama’s scream. I turn the shower off trying to listen. What was that? Hearing nothing and no mind-link to assist me, I quickly grab a towel and wrap it around myself, rushing from the bathroom. Opening my bedroom door, I almost crash into Indigo, who looks pale. She looks at me, worry and fear clear on her face as she grabs hold of my arms.

“Scarlett, Elijah’s really pissed off,” she whispers worriedly. “Do something, they-they’re fighting.” Her heart is racing, and her face is ashen.

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