Page 57 of My Forbidden Alpha

Take that back.

“You’re pathetic.” Turning, I storm off back to the bar and grab a drink as I sit down. His face makes my blood boil. Why do I feel like he remembers exactly what he tried to do? I can’t be fucking delusional, I’m sure.

“You should come back. What’s the point of being over here alone?” Hank asks from behind me.

I tense, unable to believe that he has the balls to play innocent. To my further irritation, he takes the seat beside me.

“What part of the sentence that I want to be alone, don’t you get?” I snap in irritation.

Hank smirks, not the same smile he had at the table but an antagonising smile that no one behind us can see.

“Come on, Scarlett, it’s no big deal. Play nice or I’m sure you know that I can bite, too.” He winks at me but I refuse to entertain him. I turn away from him, not wanting to waste any more of my time on him than I already have.

Really? You’re going to show this much attitude at our Alpha’s party? Don’t play so hard to get. You’re a gorgeous she-wolf, but don’t let that go to your head. You aren’t better than me,he says, placing his hand on my thigh and squeezing it.

I jerk away, my heart thumping violently as I jump away from him. My stool is knocked to the ground with a loud bang, capturing the attention of everyone around us. He jumps to his feet, feigning surprise.

“Don’t. You. Ever. Do that again!” I snarl, a flashback of that night coming to the forefront of my mind. ‘You aren’t better than me’... those words… that’s what he said to me that night.

Anger bubbles to the surface and my eyes flash silver, my aura swirling around me and I shove him with all my fucking strength, knocking him back.

Don’t cause so much drama. Why do you play so hard to get? Get off your high horse. I am the future Delta, remember that!He steps closer, his eyes flashing. He might be a delta. But I’m a fucking alpha.

“Fuck you, Hank!” I hiss, shoving him away from me, but this time he is prepared and grabs hold of my arms, making disgust rush through me.Don’t touch me!

Why not? Do you think you’re too good for me?he growls menacingly, his grip tightening on my arms as I try to push him off. “Show some respect, Scarlett,” Hank hisses.

“I said get your hands off of me!” I shout just as Elijah and the others reach us, and my eyes blaze seeing the hint of a smirk on Hank’s face as he dares challenge me.

Or what?

I see fucking red and my head squeezes with rage. That night, those taunting smirks, their satisfaction of trying to overpower me slam through my mind and I punch him in the face just as a strong pair of arms wrap around my waist dragging me back, only making the panic and rage rise.

“Don’t touch me!” I scream, remembering the way I was held that night. I’m not done. I will never let anyone hurt me again! Struggling to get free, I extract my claws ripping through Hank’s shirt and slash through his flesh, satisfied at the three deep claw marks that I’ve left from his neck and across his chest, making Hank growl in agony.

“Red! Calm down! I’m here!”

Elijah?

Hank steps forward, his eyes blazing when Aaron steps in front of me, blocking him and Fiona rushes to her brother’s side.

“Just calm down, Hank,” Aaron says as Fiona runs over to her brother, clutching onto his arm worriedly.

“Easy there, Feisty Firework. Come on girl, calm down,” Elijah murmurs soothingly, not releasing me from his hold as I feel him rub my arm as if trying to calm me.

“Let go of me, Elijah. Tell him to keep the fuck away from me or I’ll tear him to shreds!” I spit venomously.

You weren’t so brave that night,Hank taunts through the mind-link, making me freeze. Stunned, my head snaps up as I stare at him, feeling sick.

My assumption is confirmed.

My heart thuds as I stare at him, my eyes simmering silver as hatred festers within me.

“Let go of me!” I snarl. “Elijah, fucking hell, I said let go!” I scream, feeling a surge of power swirl around me and my wolf’s voice blends with my own. Forcing everyone around us to step back, Hank included. But fuck, it didn’t work on the man holding me.

“What on earth…” Aaron murmurs, paling as Monica stares at me, her eyes wide.

“Fiona! Get him out of here!” Elijah commands.

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