Page 48 of My Forbidden Alpha

“Obviously, he’s been the only thing to look forward to!” she pouts.

I can’t help but love her vivacious energy.

“Ok, let’s go find your alpha,” I say, feeling a pang inside. I squash it like I always have done.

We both leave the room and I lock the door behind me, not wanting anyone to come into my room. Parties get crazy and sometimes couples, especially mated ones, go to random rooms for quickies. And I do not want random people fucking in my room.

We step out into the garden, where music is blaring loudly. A dance floor has been set up to one side and fairy lights and lanterns are scattered around the garden. A long buffet table is on the left and there’s a bar on the right.

There are a few tables set out, where some of the elder wolves are sitting and chatting. I smile, seeing Grandma Amelia sitting and talking to her friends and I go over. I have to greet my favourite person first! Besides, she’s sure to tell Elijah off and I am going to enjoy that.

I turn to tell Angela that I’m going over to Grandma, only to realise she’s disappeared. Shaking my head, I hurry over to the elderly women.

“Grandma Amy!” I yell, flinging my arms around her from behind. She gasps before she tries to hide her smile and frowns at me as she pats my arm.

“What have I told you about trying to break my back with those knockers of yours?” she asks with a huff, making me lookdown at her, amused. The other two grandmas laugh and I grin.

“Oh, come on Grandma Amy, they aren’t that heavy,” I say before I crouch down next to her and gaze up into her warm eyes. I wish we had been allowed to take her on our family trip. I wish I could fix the rift between her and Dad.

“Well ok, if that’s what you want to hear, but stop looking at me like I’m dying. I’m still very much alive,” she says briskly.

I nod, “I know. I wouldn’t let you leave me like that,” I say standing up.

“And I hope you haven’t forgotten the promise you made me. That invite is pending.”

“Don’t worry, I will hold to it,” I say.

Shame you’re not still squatting, I think more than half the male population was enjoying the view of that ass,Elijah’s voice comes into my head.

I spin around, my heart skipping a beat, but I try to play it off.

I bet you were one of them, right?I reply via the mind-link mockingly. I frown at him as Grandma Amelia’s frown also deepens.

“Ah, look who we have here, the good-for-nothing’s son,” she grumbles.

Elijah smirks. “What’s got your granny knickers in a twist?” he asks her, making me suppress a smile as the three elderly she-wolves gasp.

“Shameless rat!” Grandma Amelia huffs. “I always knew Jackson would never have a decent, respectable child. I knew it, I tell you!”

Elijah simply smirks as he brushes past me, his arm knocking into my breasts, sending a tingle through me. His intoxicating scent makes me lightheaded and I take a step back, hoping no one notices.

Was it normal or am I the only one who feels like there’s more to everything? One look around and I realise all thesingle she-wolves are dressed to the nines and are wearing the tiniest dresses they could without revealing their asses. All for the cerulean-eyed hunk that now stands beside me, his ripped muscles on display.

He licks his lips, the light glinting off that sexy tongue piercing.

“Why so angry Grandma? Actually, I’m sure Red here must have annoyed you, right?” Elijah asks, although I’m sure he must have heard our conversation, even over the shrieking of his fangirls.

“Of course not, she’s nothing like you or your old man,” Grandma Amelia carries on. Mine and Elijah’s eyes meet and I smirk at him smugly.

“You can’t be everyone’s favourite, now can you?” I reply.

He smirks, his gaze raking over me.I’m sure you’re a lot of people’s favourite,he says through the mind-link just as Angela hurries over. I wonder where she disappeared to, but before I can ask she waves at Elijah.

“Alpha Elijah! Welcome home, you look amazing,” she greets, batting her lashes at him. Grandma Amy and I both roll our eyes at the exaggerated move and Elijah almost chuckles, glancing at us before he clears his throat and looks at the woman before him.

“Angela,” he says, giving her a small nod. Angela bites her lip whilst twirling a strand of her hair, gazing up at him flirtatiously and I sigh inwardly. Why do all girls become ditzy airheads around him? Angela is so much more than this. I swear this girl is badass, yet put Elijah before her and she becomes a twittering mess. Not to mention she forgets me entirely.

I look over at Elijah. He looks incredibly good in a black button-down shirt with a few buttons open and his sleeves rolled up. A necklace hangs around his neck, drawing attention to his chest that peeks out. He’s wearing grey jeans and blackTimberlands, which only makes him look even hotter.

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