Page 19 of My Forbidden Alpha

“Elijah, I did what you wanted me to do. Everything is sorted, and the local police aren’t involved.” Hank’s voice comes through the line. My stomach twists and I swallow hard, trying to control my breathing.

“Excellent, thanks man. A job well done,” Elijah praises him.

I look down at the plate I’m holding, imagining Hank as Delta beside Elijah. A man like him in a position of power… Just the thought sends chills down my spine. Men with power can get away with a lot because their position grants them that.

“No problem, that’s what I’m here for, right? Have a good evening, I’ll see you at the party once you’re back from your getaway.”

Really? So even he knew about it?

“Thanks, I will.” Elijah hangs up.

“Do you think it’ll be safe?” I ask quietly, turning and looking at him where he’s still sitting at the table.

“You mean going on this trip, after what happened?”

I nod, and he shrugs. “Well, we’ll find out since you wanted to keep it a secret.” He’s serious now, and that somehow makes me feel nervous. I swallow hard as silence falls and the sound of the running tap is suddenly loud, and that’s when I realise that it’s just me and him.

Alone.

“Yeah well, I’m not changing my mind. So um, yeah, you’re here to help, so get up and help,” I say, trying to clear the tension in the air. But no matter what I do I can’t stop the odd flutter in my stomach from growing.

Playful Shenanigans

Elijah

Ipush my chair back, the scraping sound ringing in the now quiet kitchen, and get up from the small oak table that stands to the side of the kitchen. It’s a lot smaller than what it is in my memories, back when I was younger and there were just three of us…

For a moment I remember when Mom stripped it down and re-varnished it. I helped her, and although I probably fucked things up even more, not once did she scold me.

It’s worn out again but it doesn’t seem like anyone really cares to preserve it.

Mom always found the beauty in the smallest things…

Scarlett mumbles something as she begins washing the dishes, dragging me from my thoughts, trying to squash those unnecessary memories, and my gaze dips to that ass again. Now that’s one fucking perfect peach.

“So, what were you saying?” I ask her.

“Not much, just that Mama is like two damn different people,” she grumbles.

Why the fuck does she wear such skimpy clothes? Those leggings are like a second skin, and they aren’t leaving much tothe imagination. I throb and look away, feeling like a fucking pervert, glancing down at the front of my pants.

This is the fucking reason I’m meeting Fiona tonight. I need to fuck every thought of Scarlett and her sexy bubble butt out of my mind. I advance towards her stealthily, wanting to scare her, replying through the mind-link.

Oh yeah? So, what makes you go from feisty bitch to-I grunt when she elbows me sharply in the ribs.

Fuck, she’s stronger than she looks. What the fuck is this woman made of? And I’m impressed that she even noticed me. She now turns and glares scathingly at me.

“First of all, don’t call me a bitch. Secondly, stay away or next time I’ll be hitting you where the sun doesn’t shine!” she threatens menacingly before she turns back to the sink grabbing one of her mother’s china plates and scrubbing it viciously. No wonder Jessica’s worried about her dishes. She’s aggressive.

I cock a brow, refusing to be deterred by her sassy attitude. I’m the Alpha around here. I wrap my arms around that tiny waist and step forward, crushing her between my body and the countertop. She gasps, tensing when she rubs her ass against my cock.

“What are you doing, Elijah?” she asks breathlessly. Is it wrong that I love the effect I have on her? That I enjoy the rhythm of her racing heartbeat? I smirk, silently inhaling her intoxicating scent when my nose brushes her hair.

“Just trying to see what makes you turn into a weak-kneed high schooler,” I whisper seductively in her ear. Her erratic heartbeat is only enticing me further. My fingers brush her taut stomach, my gaze fixed on her heaving breasts.

Fuck, she’s hot…

“Elijah.” Her voice is firm, although I’m sure it trembled.

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