Page 47 of My Forbidden Alpha

I refuse to believe that is my worth, but everyone else in this family will side with Elijah over me. I look in the mirror and smile.

A smile.

It’s an interesting thing. It sure can hide a lot…

I slam the bathroom door shut, frustration rippling through me, and sigh heavily. But how can I hate him when he’s done nothing to make me hate him? Sure, in the past he’s teased and mocked me, but hate is a strong word.

I drop onto my bed and close my eyes. Tonight is going to be so difficult and there’s no way I can avoid the party since it’s taking place in the mansion gardens.

Mama has spent the day baking another welcoming home cake for Elijah, which is big enough for everyone to enjoy. As for Indigo, she’s been all hyper about tonight too, helping the other pack members with the décor. She had chosen the entire theme for her precious brother. Our brother.

Urgh, no.

Elijah has thankfully spent the afternoon with his friends, which I’m grateful for since Angela will be here soon. And if Elijah is around she will be extra loud, hoping he hears her, and I really want to finish getting ready without her screaming down my ear.

On that note, I should get ready.

I sigh, remembering what Elijah had said. We will need to leave soon. That is lingering on my mind like a heavy weight, but also being completely alone with him… is it safe? I mean, do I trust myself around him?

Shaking my head, I get up.

I’m almost ready when the door bangs open and none other than Angela steps inside.

She is a beauty, her mother is Japanese and her father is English, but she got the best of both worlds, with silky long black waist-length hair, large chocolate brown eyes and light olive skin. She’s wearing a green skater dress that accentuates her gorgeous body and strappy gold heels.

“So, how do I look? Think I can get Elijah?” she asks, making my stomach twist. She’s been into Elijah for as long as I remember, but although he’s fucked pretty much all the girls in the pack, he never paid any attention to her. I never really thought about it, but now I wonder why?

“Well, he seems to kiss and fuck anything with a vagina. So yeah, I’m sure you can,” I say in a clipped tone, turning my attention back to the mirror and continuing to apply my red lipstick.

“What? Are you saying I’m not pretty enough otherwise? And that me having a vagina is all that matters to him?” Angela complains as she stomps over to the bed and drops onto it dramatically as if her life is over. “Scarlett!”

I smirk slightly. “That isn’t what I meant. I’m just saying he’s a fuck boy, and you’re hot; he won’t be able to resist you,” I reassure her with a roll of the eyes.

“Ouch! Fuck boy is kinda harsh, don’t you think? I mean, he’s just doing the pack females a favour by letting us have a taste of how amazing our Alpha is in bed. That’s the way an alpha should take care of his pack, and he takes good care of all those women,” she sighs and I shudder at those words.

“Now I feel repulsed. That is not the job of an alpha,” I scoff.

“I see you two are still not on the best of terms,” Angela remarks as she takes out her gloss and reapplies a layer to her already glossy lips. “You know, maybe you could try to be nice to him. Maybe then he might see me as more than just your friend.”

“Wait, what?” I turn in my chair and she shrugs.

“What? Why else am I the only hot girl he hasn’t fucked? I mean, he’s even banged some that are kinda questionable.”

I snicker at that. “He’s an asshole,” I say, standing up and looking at my body in the mirror.

I’m wearing leather pants that emphasise my curves and a long-sleeved black lace, high-necked top, which is tucked into my pants and reveals my black strapless bra. A little “extra “revealing, but why not? I look good.

On my feet, I’m wearing 5-inch black heels; the only colour on me is my vivid hair, lips, and red nails. I put on some dangly earrings and do a small twirl for Angela.

“So, out of ten?” I ask. Angela raises an eyebrow.

“Eight! You look like you’re about to go castrate someone with those vicious nails, and too much black for my liking. Are you sure you’re not a vampire?”

“I’m sure vampires don’t exist,” I reply, satisfied. An eight from Angela means I look good.

“Now come on, this ten needs to wow a certain alpha.” Angela motions to herself.

I laugh at that. “You have really been desperate to see him since his return, haven’t you?”

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