Page 24 of My Forbidden Alpha

What the fuck am I thinking?

My mind wanders back to the explicit image of her in her red bra, riding me, and my cock twitches at the thought. I slam my hand against the bathroom wall, knowing exactly what I’m about to do.

Am I fucking doing this for real? Yeah, I am.

I wrap my hand around my hardened shaft, stroking my dick as I picture her in my mind. The way she looked when I lickedher wound, the smell of her arousal, her ass that moves so fucking sexily in those yoga pants of hers…

Pleasure courses through me and I picture bending her over in this very shower and slamming my cock into her. I suck in a breath, cursing in my head as I imagine her moaning in pleasure.

Groaning quietly, I speed up, imagining those sexy red lips wrapped around my dick. The sound of her gagging as she throats my dick. I’m so consumed in my own fucking thoughts I don’t even realise that the bathroom door from Scarlett’s room has opened…

Late Night Moments

Scarlett

Ileave the kitchen, my mood completely off just thinking of Elijah and Fiona getting it on. They’ve always been fuck buddies, well Elijah is a playboy who has probably fucked every available woman in the pack, but even I know that Fiona is his favourite one.

Reaching my room, I stop when I look at the paper blue-tacked to the door.

“Unpack Elijah’s stuff and make sure if there’s any dirty laundry to take it down.”

I frown slightly, staring at the paper before ripping it off.

What am I? His maid?

I glance towards his door. Should I do it?

Not listening will only make Mama more pissed. She’s already wants me to work full-time at the diner and stop working at the salon in town. I like it though, to not be looked at like I’m a freak, which I have been getting a lot of since I shifted.

Fine, I’ll do it.

My mind is restless anyway, and I guess that’ll keep me busy until I can sort my head out.

What happened in the kitchen? What exactly was it? It felt…wrong and he did get a boner. That isn’t normal.

My cheeks burn at the thought. Guess he was just horny.

I roll my eyes, open his door and look at the open suitcase on the bed. Well, this isn’t going to be a five-star service. I grab his clothes and begin placing them in the wardrobe. Well, shoving might be the right word.

His scent lingers on his clothes, and I look around the room. Right now the room smells of fresh linen and lavender, but after a few days this place will smell of him. I glance down at the hoodie I’m holding and, lifting it to my nose, inhale deeply. His scent is as addictive as his cerulean eyes.

I quickly stuff it in his drawer and slam it shut. Ok, he can put his own boxers away. I’m not going to. I leave the room through the bathroom and drop onto my bed.

The rush of Elijah’s return and the emotions he invokes fade away and I’m left with the cold reminder that my biological dad has found us. Pondering over the fact that he knows where we are. He is probably watching and has been waiting for Goddess knows how long.

I sigh heavily and close my eyes. Elijah’s words of comfort soothe me a little. At least I have someone in my corner.

I’m not that little girl anymore. He can’t hurt me. Never again…

Sitting up, I ruffle my hair. I need to clear my head.

Well, since Grandma Amy couldn’t come to dinner, I’ll take her some leftovers.

Honestly, thinking of going to hers just makes me calm. It’s like therapy. Putting a bit of everything into a plastic container, I leave the house.

My mood’s still sour and I can’t get the image of Elijah and Fiona getting it on out of my head, which only makes my mood worsen as I plod along. But the breeze is rustling the trees and I start to relax. The distant sound of a wolf or two howling makesme look up. You’ll always hear that at night. It’s peaceful.

I make my way towards the thicket of trees. They get closer together the deeper I go and for a moment I feel uneasy, remembering what happened back then. Well, even if someone pops up they won’t try anything this close to home.

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