Page 37 of My Forbidden Alpha

“Sure,” I reply as he looks around, his gaze landing on the Double Dragon machine.

“Let’s see if you’re any good over there,” he suggests.

“Ouch, you will really lose,” I reply. Yeah, I don’t come to the human arcade much, but our packhouse has a gaming room. Boy, I grew up playing these games for free.

We begin playing and I’m easily winning. I’d do better if it wasn’t for that constant feeling of being watched.

Although I can hear Indigo’s screams of happiness when she beats him, someone’s definitely distracted.

“Damn you’re good,” Brayden says, nudging my shoulder with his arm.

I smirk. “Yup, I hope you’re not a sore loser! There! YES!” Istep back punching the air as I look at him smugly. “Told you I’m good.”

He chuckles. “Yeah, ok, one more game. I’ll buy you an extra-large tango blast if you win again?” he sounds a little gutted.

“Hmm, tempting. Alright, deal. Foosball?” I suggest pointing with my thumb at the foosball table that no one is using.

“Sure.”

We head over and we fix our bars, placing the ball in the centre. “Alright, let’s see if you’re any better on this one,” I challenge as we begin playing. I chuckle, but to my surprise, he’s good at this one, better than I anticipated.

He chuckles. “I’m not usually a sore loser, but I do hope I win, so I can take you out-”

“And who the hell are you?”

We both glance as Elijah stands there, his shadow cast over the table between us, his jaw clenched as he glares at Brayden, and to my absolute irritation he places his hand on two of the bars, bringing our game to a sudden stop.

“Elijah!” I hiss in frustration, making Brayden glance between us.

A human, Elijah. So, tone it down.

Not that I need to explain shit to him.

You shouldn’t be trusting anyone, especially after what happened yesterday.

“Elijah… Brayden is a client at the salon, one of my regulars,” I explain out loud as Brayden nods, holding his hand out.We were simply enjoying a game.

His gaze dips to my breasts.Yeah, and he was enjoying way more than just a game,he adds pointedly, making my heart skip a beat.

Not everyone is a perv like you.

Actually a pair of bouncing tits, yeah any straight man would stare,he counters coldly as Brayden clears histhroat, snapping us from our mind-link argument.

“Hey man, nice to meet you and you are?”

“My stepbrother, Elijah,” I introduce begrudgingly, glancing up at Elijah. His jaw ticks and I don’t know why, but that just makes me find this entire situation a tad amusing.

“Ah brother, cool. Nice to meet you, Elijah,” he says, glancing down at his hand that Elijah hasn’t accepted, before he awkwardly lowers it when he’s continued to be ignored.

“Just stay out of our way,” Elijah warns.

“I can take care of myself-” I begin when he turns his eyes on me and I stop. He’s pissed.

What the hell did I even do to piss him off like that?

“Let’s get out of here. We’ll go grab food,” Elijah says coldly, grabbing my wrist.

I frown, trying to pull free without making it obvious.

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