Page 159 of My Forbidden Alpha

The table is laden with a few different dishes. Scarlett had cooked up some pasta, quesadillas, fried chicken strips, and fries. Everyone is digging in and I teasingly brush my leg against hers. She gives me a scathing look, one that I return with a smirk. I follow up with a wink as I brush my ankle up her leg, making her nervous. She bites her lip, looking down at her plate as the adults talk.

I suddenly drop my spoon, letting out a curse before I move my chair back, going under the table.

“Careless oaf!” Grandma Amelia scolds.

“Shall I get it?” Indigo offers.

“Na, I got it,” I say, a smirk on my face as I look at Scarlett’s sexy, creamy thighs that are within reach. I move closer to her, firmly pushing her legs open. She tries to force them shut, but I am stronger. I place one soft kiss on her lace-covered pussy before I run my tongue along it, feeling her smooth pussybeneath my tongue.

Fuck, do I want to rip them off and devour her.

Her intoxicating scent makes me throb, my fingers brush her inner thighs teasingly before I move back reluctantly. Retrieving the spoon, I get out from under the table. A tiny smirk is on my face as I look at the light tinge of colour that paints her cheeks.

“What happened to your neck?” Grandma Amelia now asks sharply, staring at Scarlett.

Fuck, did she notice Scarlett acting strange? But the mention of Zidane’s marking makes all thoughts of teasing her leave my mind.

Scarlett’s face falls as she turns to look at Jessica and Dad, both of whom have their necks covered.

“I was forcefully marked,” she answers quietly.

My eyes flash cobalt, my anger rising as the brutal reminder of what had happened flashes freshly through my mind. Grandma Amelia frowns, her face paling as Indigo gasps, her heart thumping.

“B-by who?” she asks with a shaking voice.

“And why would someone do that?” Grandma Amelia asks quietly.

“I guess because there’s something different about me,” Scarlett sighs.

“You mean special,” Grandma Amelia corrects before she turns to me, a hard glare on her face as she forks some pasta into her mouth. “What sort of man are you that you let this happen? Or rather Alpha!”

A flash of guilt crosses my face, although it’s nothing compared to the guilt I feel inside of me. I’m prepared for Indigo to say something similar, but she simply shakes her head at Grandma Amelia, but she’s far too shocked to speak.

“Grandma Amy, don’t blame him. Please. That’s not fair. He saved me,” Scarlett says defensively, placing a hand on the elderwoman’s arm. Grandma Amelia looks too surprised to speak at Scarlett’s words before she looks between the two of us.

“I see a lot more has changed than you being marked…” she states, taking a bite of her chicken.

And I’m certain no one misses the way Scarlett’s heart begins to race…

Brownies & Kisses

Scarlett

Grandma Amelia is watching me intently, and for the first time in my life, I’m a little worried about her intuitive instincts. It really is an entirely different feeling when you have something to hide.

“I agree, I’ve seen it too. It seems they are putting their differences behind them,” Dad says with a small smile.

“Which we are so happy to see,” Mama adds with a nod. Elijah’s eyes flash, casting them both a cold glare as his anger rises again.

Seriously, this man. I wish I could mind-link and tell him to calm down.

“Not that it’s any of your business whether we get on or not, you two can’t see past your own selfishness anyway,” he spits icily, eating some of his quesadillas.

Frowning in concern, I observe him; them marking each other has really hit him hard. Will it make things more difficult for us too?

Just the thought of things becoming even harder makes my heart hammer loudly.

“Well, let’s enjoy the meal. That’s what I’m here for,”Grandma Amelia says dismissively.

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