Page 7 of My Forbidden Alpha

“Lead the way, Red, I’m right behind.” I can hear the amusement in his voice, and it only irks me.

We reach my car after walking through the huge car park, as the spot I had found was pretty far out. Unlocking the doors, I pop open the trunk for him. He tosses his suitcase and duffel bag in it like they weigh nothing, but to my annoyance, I can see how the weight makes the car dip as they weigh it down. Show off.

He slams it shut before walking around to the passenger seat. “Wait, let me get in first!” I call out, grabbing his arm. He cocks a brow, his gaze dipping to my hand on his arm, and I quickly remove it.

“What? Did you smash in the other door or something?”

“No, the parking spot was tight,” I explain begrudgingly. “Now move so I can get in.”

I’m rewarded with a cocky grin. “If you want to get in, that’s on you. I ain’t moving.” He leans back against my car, and I glare at him, before quickly squeezing past. I’m crushed between the car behind me and his body. My stomach flutters when I feel a certain part of him press against my stomach. Our eyes meet andI can’t read him before I quickly open the door and slip inside. I climb over to the driver’s seat and he wastes no time in getting in and slamming the door after him.

“The parking spot was fine. You just parked really badly. How did you even pass?” he remarks as I put my belt on, trying not to get riled up by his annoying ‘have you even passed?’ comment. Dick.

“Just shut up, Elijah, and buckle up,” I command, ignoring his cocky remark.

“Are you worried that you’re going to end up crashing and concerned that I might get hurt?” he teases, smirking cockily when I glare at him.

“No, trust me, you look a tad too pretty. I think you could do with a few cuts to fix up your face,” I growl. “It’s my car, and if you want a ride, you’re going to follow my rules,” I say, as I check my mirrors and slowly reverse out of my spot, making sure to do all my observations.

“Are you sure you don’t want me to drive? I really don’t want to die so young. There’s so many women left to taste…” he murmurs. What exactly did I see in this asshole? Definitely not his personality.

“You are not touching my car,” I reply firmly. He ignores me and to my irritation, he doesn’t put his belt on and instead fiddles with my playlist, sitting back when ‘Or Nah’ by Somo begins playing, humming along. Please do not make this worse for me.

I keep my eyes firmly glued to the road, trying not to focus on the words of the song. They’re a little too much, and with Elijah in the car… the image in my head is not a decent one. The way his head moves to the beat… that sexy pout on his face.

I’m so distracted I don’t even realise when I begin to swerve out of my lane until a car beeps and Elijah’s hand is on top of mine, swiftly turning us back into the correct lane. Fuck. I gotdistracted!

“Careful, I didn’t realise you were serious about cutting up my face.”

“Hey, I was in control,” I say, but my thundering heart gives me away.

“You definitely weren’t born to drive,” he snickers. I ignore him, daring not to look across at him, instead I elbow him and the car jerks to the side. “Hey! Just drive and chill out.”

“Then don’t piss me off,” I growl.

“So how come you were sent to get me?” he asks, and I can see him looking at me from the corner of my eye.

“Last minute meeting with some alpha popped up and you know how Dad is, work comes first,” I reply, shrugging. I don’t miss the frown as he looks away. There it is again… that dislike towards me. He’s never had an issue with Indigo calling Jackson ‘Dad’, but when it comes to me, it’s always irked him, and he’s never made the effort to even hide that. I don’t know what I’ve done for him to dislike me so much.

“Makes sense,” he mutters and turns away. Ok, maybe now he’s trying to hide it, but he still hates it.

“Why didn’t you just run the rest of the way back?” I ask, trying to change the topic, and I can sense my wolf’s agreement. Although we have a presence in our minds, our wolves don’t have a voice, but they can express their opinions through emotions. It’s almost like a second conscience.

“Luggage, darling,” he replies tauntingly, earning himself a frown. “What about Jessica, is she busy with baking?”

“Yep, I thought she didn’t have anything for today, since she had this day marked on her calendar for over a month. But then some last-minute order came in, and the bride was crying and begging, so she agreed. She’s been up since like 3am. And besides, both she and Dad asked what was the point of buying me a car if I can’t be of some use with it?” I explain, pulling aface, which makes the corner of his mouth curl up again.

“I agree, freeloader,” he teases, poking the side of my head with a finger, making me take my eyes off the road and glare at him.

“I am not a freeloader; I help at the pack restaurant on weekends… and I’m working at a salon too,” I inform him, my glare fading away. Unlike Elijah, the smart, intelligent, pride of the family, I know I am a disappointment to them. I did a beauty course in college and then went on to apply at a local human salon. I was an apprentice for the first year and then a year later, I started getting paid fairly well.

“So you actually went ahead with that, huh?”

“Yup.”

Mama had not been happy about that, preferring me to do something like Elijah and what was even worse was that Dad agreed with her because he said it wasn’t a job with “security”. Aside from his alpha duties, training, and everything else, Elijah has a business degree under his belt. Something Mama never lets me forget.

“Cool. I like the hair, it suits you,” he compliments, surprising me.

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