Page 149 of My Forbidden Alpha

“Shame you can’t do that right now. Remember Grandma Amy’s coming over for dinner, too,” I remind him, locking my arms around his neck. He presses his forehead to mine.

“I’m in love with you, Red and I really fucking mean it,” he whispers. My heart skips a beat, staring into his eyes, my own emotions ricocheting as those words send my body into overdrive. His words echo in my mind, my breasts rising and falling.

He loves me. Elijah Westwood, my stepbrother, loves me. My cheeks flush despite myself. It feels like a dream come true, but it is real.This is real.I can see the emotions swirling in his eyes, the way he looks at me as if I am the only girl in the world, and I know he is telling the truth.

“I wanted to say the same. Upstairs before you left. I do want this to work, I really do. I don’t know how or what Mama andDad will think. Or how we will go about it, but I do want us to work,” I whisper, feeling so damn vulnerable admitting that, my stomach fluttering nervously.

Elijah smirks, his hands running down my waist to my ass. “So, you love me?” he asks softly, completely disregarding the rest of what I just said.

“I didn’t say that.” I roll my eyes.

“You kinda did, Kitten,” he whispers, his hands slipping under my towel and grabbing my ass. He groans, and I feel him throb, making me smirk.

“I didn’t. Come on, we should go before they want to know what we’re doing in here,” I say, blushing lightly when the smell of my arousal surrounds us, making me flush a little.

“Fuck, you need to control yourself, Kitten. Or I won’t give a fuck about no one,” he groans, pulling away from me as I smirk.

“You should work on your self-control,” I tease, walking to the door. He grabs my arm, spinning me back around and presses me against the tiled wall, making me gasp. My towel slips down a little from my boobs, the tip of my pink buds peeking out, his eyes darkening with lust.

“One kiss, sweetheart,” he demands, resting his forearm against the wall above my head. I pout, tilting my head.

“I think you should wait until tonight, especially after the way you left me upstairs,” I say, frowning at him. Elijah looks at me with a smirk.

“My bad, but I could make it up to you,” he whispers, leaning in to kiss me. But before his lips can meet mine, the door swings open. Elijah steps away from me quickly. My eyes fly open when I see Indigo standing there, her eyes wide as she stares at us both.

I Won’t Lie

Indigo

Isaw what I saw… I did.

Elijah and Scarlett exchange looks. I don’t need to have my wolf to see the way Scarlett’s chest is rising and falling rapidly. And why is her towel so low? Yeah, ok, we are werewolves, and you know we see nudey nudey people all the time, but for her to be in the house and with her towel hanging so precariously low on her boobs…

Big red flag dude.

I watch Elijah. He looks as smooth as ever. Just how he would pretend when he had some random girls around or was messing around with them and would instantly plaster on a deadpan look and pretend he was doing nothing, like I didn’t know what a guy and girl get up to.

I look between them, the image of Elijah leaning over her, just as he used to do with Fiona or other girls he was flirting with. I feel confused. It can’t be possible, maybe I misunderstood them?

There is no way Elijah had been about to kiss Scarlett, right? I mean, not only is that simply wrong, but it’s also gross, and way too far-fetched to be true, right? But they had been close, tooclose.

Suddenly I feel worried. I love him, but he is a playboy. He isn’t trying to mess with her, is he? Worry flits through me as I simply stand there.

I look at Scarlett, taking in her dangerously low towel once again. I swear I can see her nips. Pushing my random thoughts away, I raise my eyebrows.

“Scarlett, although I know Elijah is our brother, and he has no interest in you, you’re having a nip slip,” I say, deciding to pretend I did not see their compromising position. It is too shocking to process right now and Elijah’s now piercing, calculating eyes are making me nervous.

Scarlett’s eyes fly open once again, quickly looking down at her towel, and blushing as she pulls it up a little. She’s kind of struggling since it’s a damn tiny towel.

Elijah smirks seeing Scarlett flustered. Pulling off his top, he tosses it at her. She catches it easily, although she seems to be fumbling a little.

“That might cover a little more,” he says, his eyes trailing over her body.

Eww, what the fuck? Is he messing? I don’t know…

“You may be my stepsister, but you have one killer body there, Red.” His cocky smirk only grows as she glares at him.

I frown, maybe I had imagined it? Maybe he had just been threatening her or something after what happened with Dad. That still makes my stomach twist. I don’t like it when people get violent, it makes my mind go blank. I hate how pathetic I sounded when I went to Scarlett. Why am I so damn pathetic?

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