Page 32 of My Forbidden Alpha

“No, I didn’t! It’s just that I’m a woman who has hormones. It’s just been a while since I’ve gotten with someone,” she growls, and I raise an eyebrow, scoffing.

“Well, then go find yourself a man and get laid,” I shoot back, sounding more pissed than I meant to.

“Oh, I will. You should go get Fiona to take care of that!” she spits back, motioning to the front of my pants. “Oh wait, I forgot. She doesn’t seem to do it for you anymore, right?” she adds mockingly. My eyes flash as I glare at her.

“Don’t push me, Red.”

“Don’t go kissing me then!” she shoots back, shoving me, but this time I don’t budge. “What’s wrong? Did I hit a nerve?”

I raise my fist, punching the tree right next to her head, sending splinters flying everywhere. But she doesn’t even flinch, her stunning sage green eyes glaring up defiantly at me.

“Fuck you, Red,” I say coldly, despite feeling even more confused.

“No, thanks,” she replies icily, flipping me the finger as she shoves past me, grabbing her bottle and gloves from the ground and storming off.

“What the fuck did I just do?” I hiss, before slamming my hand into the tree again, this time with all my strength, watching as it splits into two before it crashes down to the ground.

My heart is thundering, and I’m unable to erase the feeling of that kiss from my mind.

Fuck!

Turning, I leave, now feeling more fucking rage than ever before.

“What is wrongwith you?” Aaron grunts as I punch him in the stomach, making him double over. I can feel the sweat trickling down my spine, my hair is damp, but I don’t care. I’m still not calm.

“Nothing. Are you really such a wuss?” I growl, raising my fists again. “Come on man, you’re meant to be the future Beta. Man up!”

I throw another punch, my eyes blazing with rage. It’s been a few hours since that exchange with Red, and once I was no longer thinking with my dick, I remembered the conversation that led to that moment.

She had been hurt.

She had been humiliated.

By this pack.

My pack.

I growl as I lunge at Aaron, only for Liam to step in, blocking me, his brown eyes sharp as he analyses me. He’s good, faster than Aaron and obviously fucking trained well enough to block more of my attacks. Even though Aaron is stronger, there is a reason Liam is the head warrior.

Well, I don’t care whichever one of them it is, I want to hit someone.

Blow after blow, we exchange hits, and I smirk when I get agood punch in, hearing something crack.

“Seems I’m still better. Come on, man up your game. Why are you holding back?” I ask him.

“I’m not, but you obviously have something that’s upsetting you and if venting helps-”

“Or beating the shit out of us more like,” Aaron grumbles from where he’s sitting, clutching his side. “Monica won’t be pleased if my sexy face is messed up.”

“What are you? A pretty boy? Is that all you got going for you?”

Aaron found his mate on the last Blood Moon and they’re like a pair of lovesick puppies.

“Well, I got more than that going for me, but go easy on the face.”

“Either way, if it helps, vent away,” Liam says, ducking as he aims a kick to my flank. I block, spinning around and slamming my fist into his shoulder, one he blocks, but staggers back.

“Don’t try to get into my fucking mind,” I growl.

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