Page 15 of My Forbidden Alpha

So is my man back?Angela, my best friend’s voice, comes through the mind-link.

Great, just what I needed right now.

Yes, he is, and no you can’t come. We’re having a family dinner,I grumble. It has been a struggle to stop her from coming over.

Touché, you do not sound happy. Has he been a jerk to my baby girl again?

Surprisingly, not too bad, but he’s busy with his boys, so I’m enjoying the peace and quiet. Anyway, I got to go.I bid her farewell before ending the mind-link, exiting my room after donning a pair of black block heels.

I don’t like being barefoot and although Indy always said it’s because I’m a midget, something I vehemently deny, deep down it kind of is the reason. I’m the shortest one around here. It’s rare to find a short she-wolf.

I walk down the stairs, wondering why it’s so quiet again. Were the boys already scoffing their faces? My fingers brush the dark wooden stair rail as I head downstairs, but come to a stop when I see the front door standing wide open.

A strong draft of cold air is destroying the warmth of the house, and the sweet scent of Fiona Williamson is overpowering the pleasant smell of the wet earth. She’s standing there, leaning sexily against the door frame, in a pose she’s definitely takenhours to perfect, dressed in a white leather miniskirt, a pale pink peplum blouse with a white jacket on top, and her long tan legs on display.

I can’t deny that she is gorgeous. She’s twenty-one like Elijah, standing at five feet, eight inches, with her long gorgeous brown waves and those big hazel eyes.

Totally Elijah Westwood’s type.

Speaking of the devil he’s towering over her, his arm resting above her head against the door frame, a sexy killer smirk on his face, obviously flirting with her. A pang of jealousy shoots through me, a dull ache echoing in my heart. I frown slightly, averting my gaze and continue down the stairs turning towards the kitchen, refusing to give him another second of my attention.

“Oh, hey, Scarlett,” Fiona’s voice comes, making me stop in my tracks. I close my eyes trying to calm my emotions as I slowly turn towards them, taking a deep breath before I plaster a big fake smile on my face.

I can feel his eyes on me, burning into me, but I try to ignore him. For a second, I see his gaze flick over me before he turns away.

“Oh, hey, Fiona. I didn’t see you there,” I lie, making Elijah raise an eyebrow, disbelief written across his face.

“Really? She’s hard to miss, Red. Especially when she’s so damn gorgeous that no one can miss her presence,” he remarks, giving her another sexy smirk. Fiona blushes, patting his chest playfully and I almost gag, rolling my eyes instead.

Gross.

“Yeah, I know she’s gorgeous, but how could I see her tiny frame when your big fat ass was blocking my view?” I retort, making Fiona try to hide a smile but fail.

My words don’t phase him at all. “This ass is far from fat, wouldn’t you agree, Fiona?” he asks flirtatiously as he plays with a strand of her long brown hair.

“Definitely, it’s anything but fat,” she answers, blushing.

“Awe, how cute,” I say sarcastically. “Well, as much as I would just love to stay and chat, this much sweetness makes me nauseous, no offence Fiona. Besides, I really don’t want to discuss Elijah’s ass, it’s traumatic. I’m really hungry.” I just want to get away from the two of them. I cross my arms under my breasts as Fiona laughs.

“Yeah, you should go eat. I can tell you love your food. Speaking of asses, yours is definitely not all muscle,” Elijah taunts mockingly.

“Shut up, Elijah.” I’m about to turn when Fiona speaks.

“Nice seeing you, Scarlett. I won’t keep you guys. Dinner seems to be ready. You guys have fun with your family. You deserve it after so long apart.” Fiona places a hand on Elijah’s arm.

“Mm...” I reply, trying not to pay attention to her hand. I need to get over myself and remember he’s my stepbrother. I turn and storm off towards the kitchen, the warmth and glow reminding me that there’s a lot more to life than stupid cerulean-eyed playboys.

Elijah snickers. “Someone’s pissed off.”

“Be nice to her, Elijah,” Fiona cajoles.

I ignore them, wanting to block them both out, and I wish I could because what they say next feels like a punch in the gut.

“So, I’ll see you tonight?” she adds in a much softer, yet flirtier tone.

“Sure, see you tonight. Make sure you leave your window open,” he whispers seductively in her ear. I hear the sound of a peck and try not to think about it but I’m unable to stop myself glancing back.

He’s watching her walk off, his head tilted as he checks her ass out.

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