Page 50 of My Forbidden Alpha

“And who said I would want to dance with you?” I ask coldly, glaring at him as I step away from Elijah and put distance between me and Hank. Hank raises an eyebrow as if confused by my words. After Elijah, he is the next biggest player in the pack, but I don’t like him for other reasons.

“You don’t?”

Over my fucking dead body. Dickhead.

Our eyes connect and the memories of that night return with a sickening vengeance. Although I will never tell Elijah, he is one of the boys from that night. Even if he acts like it neverhappened, he was one of the worst offenders.

I wonder if he had just been completely wasted by the way he acts as if he’s never done anything wrong? But even if he didn’t remember that’s no excuse, I willneverforgive him.

Hank flashes me a smile and I can feel Elijah’s eyes burning into me. “Oh, come on, Scarlett, just one dance?” he requests with such innocence; it makes my blood boil.

“I said no! Take the damn hint,” I answer.

“There’s plenty of girls out there, Hank. I’m pretty much done with them, so take your pick. It doesn’t look like Red’s interested,” Elijah says as I shake my head and walk off the dance floor. “Oh, and next time don’t interrupt me.” Elijah’s words are a warning, low and dangerous.

I pause, glancing back through the throng of people dancing and feel an odd sense of protection as he looks Hank square in the eye until the latter lowers his head in submission.

Elijah is the Alpha. He’s stronger – strong enough to have my back. Would he though? When it comes to his soon-to-be third in command?

I shake my head and turn away from the two men on the dance floor just as Angela rushes over, a pout on her face.

“Oh, my Goddess! That was not fair! You got to dance with him! What a waste?!” she grumbles, dragging me towards the bar. Being eighteen means I am legally at the drinking age in the United Kingdom, but for werewolves, who have a remarkably high tolerance, I – like most others – have been drinking for a few years already.

Although we still kind of have to do it on the down-low from the elders. Angela is a year older than me, but even now she’ll drink a lot less than I do, as her brother dislikes it. She takes a seat, sulking, and I feel a little bad for her.

“He isn’t an amazing dancer. Don’t worry, you aren’t missing out,” I lie, trying to reassure her as I gaze at the fairy lights thatdecorate the trees. It looks so cosy.

“But do you know how many hours I practiced my words? Only for him to refuse me!” she complains with a pout. “Sorry for being such a party pooper, but I am in love.”

I cock a brow. I highly doubt that. “Ok, what exactly do you love about him?”

Ouch Red, kinda harsh?Elijah’s voice comes into my head and I’m glad he didn’t notice anything strange in the interaction between me and Hank.

Facts, darling,I reply mockingly.And stop eavesdropping on my conversations. Don’t you have anything better to do?

After dancing with you, I don’t really feel like downgrading my dance partner.

Goddess, my heart.

His flirty tone and those words leave me feeling a little giddy, and I turn to see him talking to Liam. He looks so good and damn his effortless talent to multitask.

“Are you listening to me, Scarlett?” Angela whines. “I practiced so damn hard!”

“Practiced what?” Indigo’s voice comes, and I glance up to see her strolling over with Daniel.

“Hey, Scar! Hey, Angela,” Daniel says, giving us both a smile.

“Hey, Daniel. Looking good,” I say back.

“You too! I am loving the pants,” he compliments. “You look like an eleven tonight.”

I smirk, turning to Angela, who is already lamenting to Indigo how Elijah refused to dance with her. “And he totally blanked me!”

“Oi, Angie, he said I’m an eleven,” I say smugly.

“Oh, whatever, he’s just being nice. You’re a seven,” Angela retorts, making Indigo snicker as she eyes the drinks.

“I thought you said I’m an eight earlier?” I ask, raising aneyebrow in amusement. Hoping to distract her from Elijah.

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