Page 158 of My Forbidden Alpha

Turning, she walks off to the kitchen. “Scarlett! Fuck, at least listen!”

“Son, what did you do now?” Dad says, sighing heavily as he and Jessica appear at the top of the stairs. I glance at him, my eyes meeting his. He’s mostly healed, but the memory of how Ihad slammed his head into the kitchen worktop returns. I frown, looking away as tension falls between us.

Yeah, I shouldn’t have fucking done it, but he’s fucking selfish.

“It’s not your fucking business,” I say, glaring at the pair. Jessica looks down and I turn away.

“Language, boy! I am still your father and Alpha!” Dad thunders warningly.

I smirk humourlessly.

“Want me to show you who’s the Alpha again?” I ask arrogantly, cracking my knuckles. I hear someone’s breath hitch and see Indigo behind them. She saw more than I fucking wanted earlier.

“Elijah, this is not a joke. Your attitude is just showing that you aren’t even capable of being Alpha.”

Dad’s words only make my irritation rise.

“Don’t test me,” I growl. Before anyone can say anything else, the doorbell rings. Turning, I yank it open, not breaking eye contact with Dad.

“My, my, so much male testosterone going around. I feel like clomping you both over the head. If you’re going to go at it like two whiny bulldogs, then take it outside!” Grandma Amelia says, giving Dad and me a disgusted look. “You both keep reminding me why I don’t like the pair of you. Now, where’s my girl?”

“Right here, Grandma Amy,” Scarlett says, stepping out into the hall, a smile now on her stunning face. I feel a pang of hurt, noticing how she doesn’t even look at me.

“Is it just me, or have you lost weight?” Grandma Amelia asks, pulling her into a tight hug. Scarlett smiles.

“I don’t think I have.”

“Well, those bra-stuffers of yours sure haven’t,” Grandma Amelia teases, making Scarlett touch her breasts and blush lightly.

“I’m the one who’s been gone. Shouldn’t I be the first to be greeted?” I ask with a charming smile.

She simply snorts. “What a shame it is that you have returned,” she says before grabbing my face and giving me a kiss on both cheeks before she reaches up and pats my head, and I swear she did that to mess my hair up.

“Indigo, I hope you have been nice to your sister.”

Indigo simply rolls her eyes but knows better than to argue. “What do you mean? I’m always nice.”

“Don’t roll your eyes at me. I know you aren’t as innocent as you look.”

Scarlett is the only one who is saved from Grandma Amelia’s wrath. Everyone else will surely become a target at some point tonight. After she’s finished meeting Dad and Jessica, we make our way to the lounge, where Scarlett has already placed a tray of refreshments and cold drinks.

“I hope the food’s worth it. Seeing these two and their ugly mugs makes me want to keep my eyes glued shut.”

“That’s an idea, maybe glue your mouth too. We might not have to hear you then either,” I say. She’s annoying but I don’t mind seeing her throw abuse at my old man.

“Elijah!” Dad warns, frowning at me as Indigo tries to stifle a giggle. Grandma Amelia raises a brow, giving me a dirty look.

“So, I heard the two of you went out of town,” she says, picking up a glass. She now looks at me, and I wish I could mind-link Scarlett. She’s still not looking at me, and I can tell when she’s pissed at me. Now is definitely one of those times. “Cat got your tongue, boy?”

“No, but yeah, we were out of town, making some new alliances,” I answer. Grandma Amelia cocks a brow.

“Oh? When a person explains, it means they’re lying.” Her eyes bore into mine before she turns to Scarlett, watching her sharply. “Care to share?”

“Elijah isn’t wrong. We did go to make an alliance with another pack, but we also ran into some trouble. It’s okay; it’s under control. Excuse me, I’ll just go bring the food to the table,” Scarlett says as she turns and leaves the room, her sexy legs catching my attention. I look away, hoping no one caught me staring. It is hard to keep my hands and eyes off her.

“I’ll help!” Indigo offers, jumping up. I raise an eyebrow, but she simply gives me a small smirk skipping out of the room. Either she didn’t want Dad to tell me to help Red, or she was trying to get away from this old crone. I mean, I can’t blame her either way.

A short whilelater, everyone is seated around the dining table. To my dismay, Scarlett is sitting next to Grandma Amelia. I end up taking the seat opposite her. At least I’ll get a good view of those breasts.

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