Page 168 of My Forbidden Alpha

“Scarlett!” Angela calls, about to get up, when Scarlett shakes her head.

“I’m fine, I just need a drink. Don’t follow me, babe.” I hear her say.

I smile internally from where I’m sitting opposite Elijah, who is fucking enraged, his cold eyes piercing into mine.

I want a word with you in my fucking office tonight.

Sure thing, Alpha,I reply with a smirk. He knows I know – he knows I’ve seen them. But he doesn’t fucking know I have photographs that I will use to blackmail Scarlett. And I think I better move up my plan to tonight.

Before I lose the chance entirely.

Caught Out

Angela

Inotice Elijah’s eyes are set on Scarlett as she walks away in anger. A sudden thought enters my mind, making my eyes widen, but I push it out, thinking there is no way that it can be true. But he kissed her.

Damn, he kissed her.

Scarlett got a kiss from Elijah! Wooo, that is hot. I mean, a forbidden kiss is so damn hot. Fuck, I’m twisted in the damn head.

I sit there at the tense table. Aaron and Monica are silent, but I can tell Aaron’s worried. Liam looks upset. Callum and Miranda get up whilst a bunch of the others follow.

Fiona looks like her pretty face has been slapped and I want to internally snicker at that expression.

Keira looks offended as she storms off to dance, sticking her finger up at Hank who looks baffled. I bet it’s because he started this stupid game.

“Want to dance, Alpha?” I bravely ask Elijah. Fiona looks appalled. Bitch thinks he belongs to her.

“No-” Elijah stops suddenly. “Sure.” My eyes widen, and I glance back at Fiona, who looks visibly upset. He probably hadrefused her earlier, no doubt.

Elijah stands up, ignoring her entirely and Fiona moves her legs back slowly, visibly near tears.

One condition, get Red to join us,Elijah says to me through the mind-link as he walks past me. I look at his back, my curiosity growing. Was my earlier assumption somehow true? Why else would he want her on the dance floor? Unless this is some dumb game to piss her off, because he has a habit of doing that a lot.

Urgh, I swear, if it is and she hasn’t told me…

Okay. Meet you on the dance floor,I reply through the mind-link and go off to find Scarlett. I find her quickly. She’s back at the bar, chugging down glass after glass of alcohol.

“Whoa, easy on the drinks,” I say, taking the glass Scarlett is holding out of her hands.

“Look… Elijah agreed to dance with me,” I begin slowly, watching my friend very carefully, not missing the tiny flicker of hurt in them. “But he said only if you joined…” Scarlett’s eyes widen, her heart thudding quicker.

Is that my answer?

She frowns. “I don’t want to dance.”

“Please, Scarlett, come on! I really want to dance with him!” I push. In truth, I want to know what’s going on. “Look, you got a kiss, and I got nothing! Please, babe!”

“No.”

“Why not!? Please!”

“Fine, ok! Calm down!” she growls, and I smile smugly.

And that’s how it’s done!

“Thank you!” I wonder if my assumption is anywhere near the truth. I pull Scarlett to the midst of the dance floor. “Come on, let’s show him our moves!”

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