Page 153 of My Forbidden Alpha

“I don’t know how I’m going to get used to this, but I’ll try to accept it. I’m warning you two, if either of you pushes me too far, I’ll tell Mama and Dad,” she warns me, her eyes sparkling suddenly, and I instantly realise what’s going through her mind.I narrow my gaze.

“Don’t you dare use this against Red,” I warn. She’s already dealing with a lot of shit. It sounds almost like a growl, but I made sure to control my Alpha authority from oozing into my words. Indigo frowns, a glimmer of surprise on her face.

“So now you’re Team Scarlett? Urgh, I hate this!” she yells suddenly. Pulling free from my hold, she stomps off back towards home.

“Oh, come on, Pixie, you know that’s not it…” I say, although it’s kind of is, I guess. Can’t I be Team Both?

“Whatever!” she shouts back, but I’m relieved when I see the glimpse of a smile on her face. She’s about to stomp off when I take hold of her arm.

“Not a word to Red that you know, alright?” She’s already going through a lot.

She nods slowly before shoving my hand away and stomps off.

I begin jogging to catch up to her, and she begins running, but although I could catch up to her, I let her claim the lead.

Indigo

“What are youdoing?” I ask Scarlett as I lean in the kitchen doorway, crossing my arms.

“Cooking, remember? Grandma Amy will be here tonight,” she answers, pushing back her hair.

I observe her intently, trying to see what Elijah sees in her, and scoff. I swear if he’s doing this because she has boobies and an ass; I swear I will kick him in the balls.

“What’s with the scoff?” Scarlett narrows her eyes.

“Just wondering if asking you to cook was the smart thing todo,” I lie.

She rolls her eyes, and I saunter into the kitchen, shutting the door behind me smoothly.

“Right, but can you at least see if Mama needs anything to eat?

“Did you speak to her?” I ask.

“Not yet, but I will soon.”

“Hmm,” I reply, but don’t let on that I know her secret, knowing Elijah didn’t want to stress her out. It’s weird enough for him to like her and now he also cares for how she feels. It is too strange.

If I can’t tell Scarlett that I know, then I will act like normal and annoy Scarlett like always!

“What’s that?” I ask, catching a glimpse of the black mark on her neck. She quickly covers it.

“Nothing for you to worry about.”

I frown. “Ok…” I hate how everyone treats me like a damn kid. “Wicked Witch.” I stick my tongue out, earning a glare from her.

I don’t want things to change. Not now, not ever. I mean, I don’t want to always be treated like a child, that’s what I’d change.

“Scar…”

“Hmm?”

“Do you think Mama accepted Dad’s advances back then because she was afraid that if she refused, he’d kick us out or something?”

Scarlett freezes as she turns to me sharply. “What?”

I look around and cross my arms protectively. I do it a lot and I can’t stop myself from feeling insecure at times.

“You heard me. Mama had been through so much trauma, but she quickly moved on…”

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