Page 169 of My Forbidden Alpha

“Sure,” Scarlett says, rubbing her neck.

I take her hand and begin dancing with her as we near Elijah,who is brushing off a human female who is trying to chat him up. He looks up when he sees us approaching. I begin dancing with her, my eyes fixed on him, as our bodies sway sensually to the rhythm of the music.

But I notice how his eyes roam over Scarlett. My gaze flicks to her as she turns her back to me, and I give her ass a light tap as I observe how his eyes glint.

Every little action confirms my thoughts.

Scarlett smiles as she dances with me, and it reminds me of back when we used to dance together every time we came to a club.

She turns, grinding her ass against me teasingly before she twirls, taking my hand and spinning me around. My gaze flickers to Elijah, who is still standing there, with lust and carnal hunger in his eyes. Eyes that have now turned to the colour of his wolf, which has surfaced as his gaze remains fixed on my best friend.

I continue dancing with Scarlett, my eyes remaining on Elijah. Not once do his eyes leave Scarlett, like a snake entranced by a snake charmer.

His gaze follows Scarlett’s every dip and curve, every sway from my friend’s sexy hips, and I understand. My assumption is correct, but what does this really mean? Is Elijah really into Scarlett, or is it just sex?

“Come on, handsome, join us!” I say as I guide the both of us closer to him. Scarlett gives him a small smirk but looks away as she continues to move her body sexily.

We begin dancing together again, and Elijah steps closer to Scarlett as he dances behind her. His hands skim her hips, and he pulls her against him as she begins grinding on him.

Not once does he spare me a glance, or heck even notice me, as I dance behind him. We are in the middle of the crowded dance floor, too far from our friends for them to see us. I made sure to choose the centre of the dance floor where, unless you’reright near us, you can’t see what we’re doing.

“You look fucking breathtaking,” Elijah murmurs in her ear.

Scarlett turns, taking hold of my wrist. She’s stuck between us, but it lets me observe them even better. There’s a soft smile on her lips, one I don’t think I’ve ever seen before; she looks… happy.

I don’t feel jealous. Sure, I am shocked, confused and really surprised, but I am happy for my ride-or-die queen. However, I want some answers, and I am definitely going to get them. Is he playing with her, or are they just hooking up? Could there possibly be more?

Look, I need answers.

We dance for a while and I feel like more and more of a third wheel, although Scarlett will sometimes twirl or tease me. I can see the Alpha is fighting to control his wolf.

“Alright you two, I can smell how turned on the both of you are!” I say, giving them both a look. Scarlett flushes, embarrassed, her eyes widening as she looks at me, while I have my hands on my hips, glaring at them. Elijah simply smirks.

“When you dance with such sexy women, that’s what happens,” he says, his fingers skimming the band of Scarlett’s tights that peek out from the top of her shorts.

“Yeah, we all know you only danced with one woman,” I say quietly.

Neither responds, and I roll my eyes. “I need answers now!” I hiss, making Scarlett look between the both of us. Elijah looks unbothered, so I turn my firm stare on Scarlett, who sighs.

“Fine… we’ll be right back.” She takes my arm and leads me away from the dance floor towards the restroom.

“Oh my Goddess, Scarlett. What is going on?” I exclaim the moment Scarlett shuts the door behind us. Scarlett places a finger to her lips, taking a moment to sense if we are alone in here. When she is satisfied, she looks at me.

“Not much…” she says, biting her lip. “You know already though… right?”

I sigh, “I’m getting the idea, but I need to hear the truth, babe. I’m your friend. I won’t ever judge,” I say. Scarlett sighs and walks over to the mirror, looking at herself.

“I know… but I was- I mean, I’m scared. I’ve liked him for a while… but since he’s come back, he’s changed towards me. He said he loves me, Angela… and I… I think I love him too,” Scarlett whispers. The raw vulnerability in her words makes my heart race.

Do they love one another? Fuck, did Elijah even know how to say those words? He never led girls on. Ever! Fuck, thisisreal.

She looks more vulnerable than I’ve ever seen her, as if preparing for my disapproval. I close the gap between us and hug her tightly.

“Oh, babe… and you couldn’t share it with me? Honestly, I’m always here for you. Yes, I find him so sexy, but if I knew he was taken, I wouldn’t have said all those horrible things. Oh my Goddess, now I know why you were acting off! Urgh, if I knew he was yours, I wouldn’t have! I’m so sorry!”

“Hey, it’s fine. You did nothing wrong. It’s messed up. I don’t even know how it happened. It just… did. And you know how Mama and Dad are marked now… so it’s messy,” Scarlett says quietly.

“This is Elijah Westwood; he gets what he wants. I don’t think family dynamics will stop him, and you two could be mates. If you are, then no one can say or do anything,” I remind her firmly, looking her in the eye.

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