Page 62 of My Forbidden Alpha

She turns away, her lips looking sore, her hair more tussled than normal, her face looking gorgeous with her post-orgasm glow. As she turns, I appreciate that ass as it jiggles when she takes those few steps to the bathroom.

“Red…” I call out as she reaches the door. Her hand freezes on the handle as she glances back. “Whatever the problem is, with Hank or whoever, you will always have me in your corner. Regardless of everything else, I’m your Alpha. I will protect you. Don’t think you can’t talk to me. About anything or anyone.”

Her heart skips a beat, but her face remains unreadable. She simply nods and exits the room, closing the door behind her.

I drop back on the bed; the smell of her sweet juices remains in the air. Next time I’ll make sure she returns the favour. Just that thought makes me groan.

Unzipping my pants, I pull my dick out. It isn’t hard imagining her when her scent is so strongly lingering in the air. I wrap my hand around my cock as I begin stroking it, closing my eyes as pleasure rushes through me and I picture my sexy redhead having her lips wrapped around my cock like a fucking good girl.

Coming isn’t hard either, not when all I have to do is replay what took place here just a short while ago.

Scolded

Scarlett

That night I barely sleep, consumed by what had happened and how it had awakened something even deeper inside of me. I don’t know how he will be when we come face-to-face. Will he pretend it never happened? Will he act like it was nothing? Or worse, will he mock me?

In the morning I train alone, and this time Elijah does not disturb me and I’m grateful for it. After training, I return home. No matter how gruelling the training was, I am unable to remove the thoughts that plague my mind.

I step into the bathroom and close my eyes when I’m hit with Elijah’s scent, making a flashback of how he pleasured me last night rush through me once again. The steamy bathroom is a clear sign he is back from training too.

Sighing inwardly, I put on some lingerie before getting dressed in a pair of jeans and an oversized off-shoulder white top that clings to my breasts. I pair it with white flats, my hair open, and my lips painted nude. With a coating of eyeliner and mascara, I am ready.

I take my sweet time heading downstairs, feeling a little nervous knowing that he is down there and no matter howmuch I deny it, I am nervous. Yet even then, the memories only make my core clench. I can’t say it was a drunken mistake, or a decision made with rage because if I had to do it over, I’d do it again.

Entering the kitchen, I see the bleak sunlight seeping through the windows, casting a dull glow over the white kitchen cabinets. The delicious smell of the full English breakfast Mama is finishing up envelops my senses.

Indigo is setting the table, yawning away and I frown, pondering on her strange visit down by the lake yesterday. What was that even about? I plan to get to the bottom of it.

I glance at the two men who are sitting at the table. Dad is looking through some papers while Elijah is on his phone looking as smouldering as he usually does. He glances up when I enter and I quickly look away, refusing to meet his gaze.

“Morning everyone,” I say, walking over to the table, and ruffling my hair casually.

“Good morning, dear,” Dad says, giving me a small smile. I smile back and walk over, giving him a kiss on the forehead, sensing Elijah’s burning blue gaze on me. I still refuse to look at him, trying to calm my heart which has sped up a little.

Indigo places the juice down, groaning. “You can get the food, Scar. Please, I’m dying here!” she grumbles, sitting down with a yelp. “Ow, ow, ow! Oh… ouch. It’s not fair, Elijah tortured us all!”

“I think this is the first time you’ve complained about Elijah. I am shocked. That is indeed different!” Dad chuckles.

“I’m glad he’s making you put the effort in, and you must have needed it if one session has worn you out this much.” Mama smiles as we carry the two platters containing toast, bacon rashers, sausages, eggs, hash browns, roasted mushrooms, and tomatoes to the table.

“I think everyone needed a little push,” Elijah says as hepours himself freshly squeezed orange juice. “But Liam’s done a good job.”

“That’s a little brutal considering last night was a party, don’t you think?” Indigo grumbles.

Elijah smirks. “Come on, Pixie. I know it was rough, but the enemy won’t be asking if you’re up for an attack.”

She has a point, but so does he. The only seat left at the table is beside Elijah, since Mama takes the one next to Dad.

I hesitate for a moment before I slide into the seat, trying not to pay any attention to him from the side of my eyes and instead begin helping myself to some food, making sure that I don’t brush against him. I can already feel the heat from his body, and he doesn’t seem to be making an effort to keep his distance, showing off his sexy muscled arms.

“Who said to drink so much, then?” Mama scolds Indigo.

“You knew…?” Indigo asks, surprised, then grins as she begins helping herself to food. “Well, I was celebrating my brother’s return.”

“Well, you did well even if you have a hangover, Pixie. I’ll make a fine warrior out of you yet.” Elijah smirks as he parts his legs and I quickly move mine a little further away.

What is he doing? I glance at him suspiciously but he’s not looking my way, but that sexy smirk speaks loud enough.

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