Page 165 of My Forbidden Alpha

Why are they here?

Although it felt like ages ago, it still makes me feel sick. I wonder if even one of them remembers what they had done… Hank sure does. I don’t like that feeling of helplessness that they had instilled in me, one that now returns will full vengeance.

Callum is currently making out with Miranda. His hand slipped under her dress. And I am sure they’ll soon be gone from the party if things continue like this.

“Scarlett, you made it!” Liam says, flashing me a smile. Hank turns his eyes on me too as Elijah looks up quickly. His eyes run over me, his eyes swirling with flecks of deep cobalt, causing myheart to skip a beat.

I sense someone watching and quickly look away. There are too many eyes here.

“You look great,” Hank says with a smirk as he raises his eyebrows at me suggestively. I shoot him a glare as I pick up one of the bottles and take a gulp.

“Piss off, Hank.”

“What’s with the anger, gorgeous? I’m just complimenting you,” Hank says in disbelief.

You’re a fucking good actor.

Elijah clenches his jaw as he leans forward.

“Back off, Hank,” he growls, his Alpha aura clear in his tone.

“Fine,” Hank scoffs, wringing his hands before grabbing his glass.

A tense silence falls over the table before Fiona looks up at me and smiles, scooting impossibly closer to Elijah. She’s fucking leaning right on him now.

“Come sit with us,” she offers, smiling sweetly.

I frown.Why doesn’t she just climb into his lap instead?Her breasts are pressed right up against his arm, and I don’t miss Keira’s slimy hand on Elijah’s other arm.

He sure wouldn’t like it if men had their hands on me. So, in what fucking world does he think this is ok?

I glance at him but refuse to meet his eyes before I shake my head.

“No thanks, I’m going to get a drink,” I reply harshly, turning and walking away through the crowd, not wanting to spend another minute near them.

Hank

I lean backin my seat, watching Elijah’s eyes follow her. How is no one seeing this?

Every single man has their eyes on her, and it’s pissing Elijah off. His aura making the rest of the boys at the table look at him.

“Keep your fucking eyes to yourselves,” he warns us dangerously.

“Come on, she’s fair game,” I reply lightly, my eyes glinting. His eyes meet mine. The cold dominant power of him being a fucking alpha forces me to look down.

I detest the power Elijah has over me.

“Show some respect, Hank,” Liam says, frowning.

Fuck off, prick.

I glance at Angela, who is looking at Elijah intently. Does she know their dirty little secret? It could totally fucking ruin him.

“She’s off-limits, understood?” Elijah snarls.

The boys nod in unison as Aaron, who was practically fucking his woman, now lifts her off his lap, observing his buddy.

“And stop fucking touching me,” Elijah adds, glaring at Keira.

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