Page 163 of My Forbidden Alpha

I also miss Elijah like crazy, and I have been getting oddly hot and cold through the day. It is stressing me out.

Some moments I’m feeling ok and the next I feel ill.

“Because you have been a proper cow and not even spent much time with me since you’ve come home, babe,” Angela shoots back, reminding me of the shitty friend I have indeed been. “Now, get your sexy ass up and let’s get our make-up done.”

“I don’t get why we had to get our nails done,” I mutter, looking at my matte red nails. Yeah, I like it usually, but today I just feel blue.

“Oh please, Keira is going to be there and so is Fiona and I need to wow a certain Alpha,” Angela says, winking at me. I look at her, feeling a twinge of guilt.

“Do you really like him? Like for him? Or just because he’s sexy?” I ask, now serious. Angela pauses, turning on her velvet stool and looks at me silently for a second. It is the first time I have ever asked that.

“Well, he’s sexy. Glad you’re not denying it. But do I like him? Yes, he’s an alpha. What woman doesn’t want to bed one? We all know that as an alpha, he’s probably packing a lot down there. Keira, Fiona and so many women, older and younger than him, all speak so highly of his skills. I just want to bed him once,” she admits.

A pang of jealousy claws through me at her words and a stronger bout of hurt follows, thinking of all the women he has indeed fucked. Most of the female population, if they weren’t mated, even some of our teachers at school who weren’t werewolves. Even though that’s messed up, it’s the truth. No one could resist him, and he was fine fucking them all.

Elijah did what he wanted, and no one could resist him, but I know there’s more to him than just being good in bed. But right now, I don’t feel so good talking about his past.

Angela watches me, brushing back a strand of her long dark hair. She stands up and comes over, sitting on the bed oppositeme.

“What is it?” she asks, frowning. I blink, shaking my head.

“Nothing… I was just wondering if you liked him or just wanted to fuck him, and I got my answer,” I reply with a shrug.

“Well, everyone knows you two are getting on better now, so why not tell him to fulfil this hot girl’s wish?” Angela hints, pouting, her large chocolate eyes pleading with me. I look at her sceptically.

“Aren’t there rumours around that he has someone?” I ask, standing up and picking up my bag before going towards the bathroom.

“Well, like I said, I only want to have sex with him. I’m not asking for commitment – and this is Alpha Elijah. We all know one woman isn’t his thing.” Angela’s words sting, but I squash the feeling.

“Hmm. Anyway, I’ll go get ready.” I enter the bathroom and shut the door behind me. Leaning against it, I close my eyes and take a deep breath.

Tonight is the first time we are going out since being together. Will Elijah only have eyes for me?Guess this is the time to find out.I sigh and open my makeup bag, ready to get dressed up for the night.

Half an hourlater, I step out into the bedroom, where Angela is walking around in baby pink lingerie.

“So, do you think I look sexy enough for him?” she asks, doing a twirl. Her push-up bra accentuates her boobs and her peachy behind looks damn good.

“Yes, you do,” I say, walking over to the hook on the back of the door where I had hung my outfit.

“Great! Fiona said Elijah loves her in pastels. So, I chose pastels.” I close my eyes, trying to stay calm, but Angela isn’thelping. I have the sudden urge to tell her the truth, but I can’t bring myself to. “Scarlett?”

“Sorry, I got distracted.” Angela puts down the dress she was about to slip on and walks over to me. “Hey, you’re worrying me.”

She looks worried too. I told her about Zidane marking me. She’s the only one aside from our family and Beta Nick that knows.

“Please speak to me, girl. What’s bothering you? You know I’m here for you,” she reminds me softly; her large eyes, which now shimmer with smoky silver and black makeup, fill with concern.

“It’s nothing, honestly,” I reassure her, looking at the white dress she was about to put on. “That dress is gorgeous.”

“Thanks,” Angela says, cracking a smile. She casts me another glance, but seems slightly concerned still. “So, what are you wearing?”

“Tights, shorts and a crop top,” I say, holding my outfit up. Angela pouts.

“That’s sexy, but I’m sure the girls will be in dresses…”

“And I don’t care,” I say.

And I don’t care, it’s not stupid pastels.

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