Page 164 of My Forbidden Alpha

Feeling annoyed at Elijah again, I take my outfit back to the bathroom.

Stripping, I put on my black fishnet tights, leather shorts, a long-sleeved snake print crop top that is tied at the front and pushes my boobs right up. I pair it with matching snake print heeled boots, large earrings, a necklace that falls between my cleavage and a stomach chain.

Glancing at my reflection, I do a slow turn in Angela’s floor-length mirror, a confident smile crossing my lips.

I look good and I know it; my hair is styled in loose waves with a side parting. My eyeshadow is soft with dramatic mascaraand some liner, with my usual red matte lips that go perfectly with my nails. A skin-coloured plaster covers the side of my neck, hiding the mark. Although the mark still looks as repulsive as it did to start with, it hasn’t spread further.

“Now let’s see what you think, Elijah,” I murmur to myself, about to walk to the door when an excruciating, jarring pain shoots through my body, paralysing me. A scream tears from my lips, the pain blinding me, and I fall to my knees.

The door is thrown open, and it takes me a few seconds to realise Angela is on her knees beside me.

“Babe! What’s wrong?! Scarlett!” Panic makes her voice tremble.

I can’t move, the pain is making my entire body burn. I feel an odd sensation rush to my core. But as soon as it comes, it is gone. It takes me a second to realise the pain is gone. I gasp for a breath, my eyes flying open. My heart thundering as I take a moment to gather myself.

“Girls! Are you two all right?” Mr Jacobs asks, rushing into the bathroom. Angela must have mind-linked him.

“I don’t know! Scarlett screamed and looked to be in pain,” Angela explains, near tears, something that is a rare occurrence.

“I’m okay… I just… I’m fine. Don’t cry, your makeup will get ruined,” I say, taking a deep breath, although I know something is fucked up. Am I getting ill? That is something odd for werewolves, but then again, it could be the mark on my neck too.

“Are you sure, dear? Maybe we should get you to the pack hospital,” Mr Jacobs offers, concern clear on his face.

“No, I’m fine, seriously. We should get going, Angie,” I say to my friend pointedly.

“Okay, Dad, she just scared the living daylights out of me and now she says she’s okay. We’ll just go,” Angela sighs.

Mr Jacobs helps me to my feet, and I thank him before I glance at Angela, who is extremely excited to hang with Elijahand the others. We never really did this because we never got on. It’s crazy how things have changed.

“Come on then, let’s go!” Angela says, taking hold of my hand and pulling me down the stairs and out the door.

We’re ready to hit the club.

Hitting Up the Club

Scarlett

Twenty minutes later, Angela and I reach the club where we are going to hang out. It is a human club, and although Dad owns many establishments, a club is not one of them. I can’t even imagine Dad owning a club, but then again, he’s Elijah’s dad and I wonder if he was even innocent in his youth. Can’t trust a Westwood. I smile internally at that.

I brush a strand back, reminding myself that we will all need to keep ourselves in check. Well, right now, without the mind-link, I’m pretty human in terms of communicating. This really does suck.

The smell of alcohol, perfume and sweat is strong in the air. The music is loud, and the flashing lights seem somehow even brighter than usual. Why do people like clubs again?

“When was the last time we came here?” I call out to Angela, who is scanning the crowds, looking for the rest as she moves her hips to the beat. Elijah had wanted me to come with him, but I told him I’d be coming with Angela instead. I didn’t trust myself alone with him, not without something happening.

“A few months ago?”

“Shocker,” I reply sarcastically.

She rolls her eyes before jumping. “Oh, there they are!” she says, pointing to a booth in the corner. The table is already full of glasses and alcohol bottles. To my dismay, Fiona is sitting next to Elijah in a plunging pink dress, and when I say plunging, I mean that cut goes down to her stomach.

It’s probably the raciest thing I’ve seen her in, but then again, I don’t really go clubbing with her. On Elijah’s other side is Keira in a sheer nude dress, with stickers covering her breasts. Some revealing dresses look classy and sexy and some just look trashy. And Keira’s is definitely trashy.

I feel a sliver of anger flare up inside of me.Could he not find any other seat other than between the two?

“One second…” I say to Angela, stopping her from walking through the crowd, wanting to see if anything more will happen. I don’t even know what I want to see, but Angela refuses to listen to me and drags me towards the table. Aaron is there with Monica straddling him, making out like there is no tomorrow. Hank and Liam also sit there drinks in hand, with two of Keira’s friends, Lola and Miranda, both in skimpy dresses.

There are three other male wolves at the table, and I feel my blood run cold when I recognise them – Kyle, Andrew, and Callum. All three were part of the prank Hank had pulled on me.

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