Page 25 of My Forbidden Alpha

Especially when I can mind-link someone since I’m not that far off.

Reassuring myself, I speed up, smiling when Grandma Amy’s house comes into view. She is a very no-nonsense, straightforward person, one who doesn’t shy away from speaking her mind. But you could show up in the middle of the night and she’d put on some tea and welcome you in.

I smile as I approach the house. The curtains are drawn but the front windows glow, meaning she is still awake. I raise my hand and knock lightly on the door. I hear footsteps moments later before it’s pulled open.

Grandma Amy stands there, her brown eyes twinkling, her brown hair that is streaked grey in a bun, hands on hips. Dressed in a floral pleated skirt and a brown blouse tucked in.

“I wasn’t expecting you to drop by so soon. Don’t tell me that although he hasn’t even been back a full day that he’s already driven you mental,” she says, brushing her knee-length skirt out before turning and motioning me inside.

“Yeah, not even a day and he’s gotten under my skin,” I grumble.

She chuckles, “Well then, how about you take a seat dearie, and I’ll make us a cuppa and you can tell me all about your day. Something tells me it was extremely eventful.”

I smile lightly, trying to play it off, although like always she made me feel like she knows far more than she possibly could. “Oh, did you hear about the crash?” I ask.

She smiles at me. “I’m glad you aren’t hurt.”

“That didn’t answer my question, Grandma Amy, but yes,Elijah has returned, and it’s made Indigo behave even more annoyingly.”

“Oh she loves you, she’s just a little insecure is all,” she hums.

Insecure of what? I shrug. “Well, regardless, she’s been worse. So, how come you haven’t visited in the last few weeks?” I ask as I sit down at her table.

She snorts. “Has that father of yours asked me to come?” she growls.

Dad said she was too busy to come… “What about today, then?” I ask, confused.

“Well, no one asks half an hour before dinner and expects a person to drop everything and show up.”

What is going on? I know she and Dad don’t see eye-to-eye and I have no idea of the reason behind it or what the full story is, but I wish I did.

But even though they don’t get on, she is respected and even Dad does listen to her opinion on important matters. Grandma Amy is also one of the rare elder wolves who approve of Mama, and I’m sure it is one of the reasons the pack at least tolerates Mama.

“I’m sure that’s because Dad was busy, but now that Elijah’s back he’ll have more time. How about next Friday you come down? I’m inviting you myself. Even Mama would love to have you and I’ll officially cook for you too! You know I’m an amazing cook.” I try to persuade her.

“Well, maybe, although I’m not sure I want to see his face,” she grumbles.

I feel sorry for her. Her husband and son were killed in a battle with another pack years ago and she has no family other than Jackson. I’m not sure of the details of what happened back then, but what I do know is that Dad’s cousin went in his place. Because Dad was the Alpha, it was too dangerous for him to risk going and ultimately his cousin was killed.

Grandma Amy does her best to hide her smile and simply waves her hand. “Very well then, since you’re insisting, I will come. Don’t let it go to your head. I did say I liked your cooking but if that holds or not, I haven’t had food you’ve cooked in ages. The Goddess knows if it’s still edible,” she teases.

“Well, you’ll find out in two weeks. For now, you can enjoy Mama’s amazing cooking.” I answer, opening the food container.

“Oh, I’ll have a taste although I have just eaten. I had a lot of time on my hands today and even made some cake.”

“Lovely! I love your cakes.” I watch as she makes the tea, the scent of it fills the small cottage.

I came here to check if she was ok and get my mind off stuff, but I still wonder why Dad told her so late and why she didn’t come.

“So now, how about you tell me all about Elijah’s first day back? Is the fool as handsome as he was when he left?”

“Yeah, shame he didn’t get a scar or two to ruin that face of his,” I say, scrunching my face.

Grandma Amy chuckles as she tastes some chicken. “Now let’s not wish for things like that. You never know how it might come back upon us.”

“Hmph, I don’t care if I get a scar. I’ll look badass.” I stand up to fetch plates. “Shall I pour the tea?”

“Ah yes, and I have the cake in the fridge. Bring it out. I used fresh cream.”

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