Page 28 of My Forbidden Alpha

“What is it? Tell me now,” I ask warningly, my voice almost a growl. Indigo flinches, and I take a deep breath, trying to calm down. “Sorry, Pixie, but I need to know.”

She looks uncomfortable before she looks towards the door and sighs heavily. “I-it’s not really my place to say but when the others saw her wolf form, she faced a lot of bullying, especially from our age group. And then, one day, things got way out of hand,” she whispers, her voice barely audible.

Anger rips through me, my eyes blazing, and I can feel myown heart thudding in my chest.

“What did they do and who?” I ask, my Alpha aura pressing down on her like a blanket. Indigo steps back, fear filling her. Although she knows I would never hurt her, her wolf still knows I am an alpha and fear settles in her.

Her heart is racing. “It isn’t my place to say. I wasn’t even there but I heard stuff. If you want to know, you’re going to have to ask Scarlett yourself. Even Mama and Dad don’t know the full story. So please don’t ask me to answer,” she blurts out in a panic.

I nod curtly. “Fine, I’ll do just that. You head out, I won’t be joining today. Let Liam know that. Is Scarlett upstairs or out?” I ask.

She pales at my words, twisting the hem of her shirt in her fingers. “She’s gone,” Indigo replies, looking at me worriedly. “Please don’t mention me.”

“I won’t,” I promise as I head to the door and pause without turning back. “Thanks, Pixie.”

I leave her standing there, pulling open the front door.

I need to find Scarlett immediately.

Ten minutes laterthere’s still no sign of her when I run into Haru Jacobs. His sister Angela is Scarlett’s best friend, there’s a ten-year difference between them but unlike his obnoxious sister, he keeps himself to himself.

“Alpha Elijah, it’s good to see you’re home. Welcome back.”

“Thanks, Haru.” Looking at him, it’s clear he just got back from patrol. According to pack data, he is one of our warriors. “Have you, by any chance, seen Scarlett around?”

He jerks his head towards the forest. “She’s down west. She…” he seems to change what he wants to say and simply lowers his head before excusing himself.

I don’t have time to waste here. Breaking into a run, I turn west, keeping alert for her scent.

Five minutes later, I finally find her just outside of the pack borders near the river. She is using the nearest tree as a punching bag. Splinters of wood are breaking away with every hit. The stain of blood on the tree shows she has not gone easy. Her hands are wrapped up but I can see they are now torn at the knuckles, the bandages covered in blood.

She looks as smoking hot as ever, if not more. Sweat trickles down her bare stomach, and her choppy hair is tied in a messy bun on the top of her head with a lot of loose strands framing her face, a few sticking to her face and neck as she continues relentlessly, not noticing me.

For a few moments, I just stand there watching her, her stance is good, her punches are perfect, and she looks sexy as hell with the sun shining down on her.

How the fuck is she single?

Is this entire fucking pack blind?

The sexy grunts as she uses all her force snap me back to reality. I stop looking at that ass and try focusing on her neck upwards – something that is damn hard.

“Is it wise to be training outside of pack borders? Especially with the lingering threats,” I ask, making her pause. She turns sharply and wipes her forehead as she steps away from the tree. She’s dressed in black yoga pants and a patterned sky-blue sports bra that she has squeezed into; she is showing off a lot of cleavage and is almost too big for that top – almost.

Damn, what are those things made out of? Because I’d love to get up close to figure it out. So many women seem to disappear in sports bras and here she is showing off her delicious twins with cleavage any girl would kill for. And any man would kill to get a taste of.

She suddenly speaks and I glance up at her. “Aren’t yousupposed to be at the pack training grounds with everyone else?”

“I asked you a question first, Red.” I look her square in the eye, but she looks away quickly, blushing.

Seems like someone is remembering last night.

“I want to know why the strongest she-wolf in the pack is missing from training,” I add, crossing my arms. As much as I want to tease her about that, it’s a dangerous path that I’m treading.

The truth is I don’t fucking trust myself. Last night had been a clear eye-opener to exactly what I think of her and that I’m unable to control my thoughts or my fucking actions.

Right now, out here, secluded, her dripping with sweat is not going to help me in any fucking way and I don’t know what I might end up doing if I allow myself to go down that train of thought.

“I prefer to train alone,” she simply says, turning her back on me. As she bends down picking a fresh bandage to wrap over her hands, my gaze falls to her ass.

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