Page 68 of My Forbidden Alpha

I look up sharply, is she for fucking real? “Chucky? Hell no,” I say, smirking at the memory of Scarlett’s nickname drop last night.

“Then who… I’m one of the prettiest she-wolves here,” Fiona whispers, pained as she wipes her tears away, her make-up looking a little messy now.

“Yeah, I can’t deny that, but let’s just say she’s the sexiest and by far the hottest she-wolf around,” I say, getting a little irked with her now. Does the woman not take a hint? I don’t want to manhandle her and chuck her out myself but she’s really trying my patience.

She looks confused as she looks around the room as if searching for the answer on the wall. “A she-wolf… I don’t getit… everyone says the only one hotter than me or on par is Scarlett. That she’s the prettiest and then me…” she murmurs, confusion in her eyes as she tries to find the answer.

Well whoever said that, no matter how much that annoys me, isn’t wrong. Scarlett is beyond gorgeous.

“Scarlett? Is that what everyone thinks?” I ask casually, trying not to get fucking irritated.

Fiona nods and I frown deeply, irked at the fact that other men were fucking rating her.

“Well… bye then. I’m always here if you need me,” she says softly as she slowly turns away and heads towards the door.

“Fiona?” She stops, her heart racing as she spins around, a flicker of hope in her eyes.

“Yes, Alpha?” she asks.

“Never enter my office without my permission again. Ever.” My voice is dangerously low.

She looks devastated but nods before pulling the door open, and running out of the office just as she breaks into tears.

I shake my head, pissed as I walk over to the door to reset the stupid code. Fiona was one of the rare ones who knew it as she used to be my regular booty call. Now that I have returned, a new code is needed anyway.

I have just finished setting it up when Hank strolls down the corridor, hands in his pockets, walking with a swagger. His entire demeanour oozes arrogance and I’m surprised I haven’t noticed that before. His black hair is soaking wet, clear that he has just gotten out of the shower.

“Morning, Alpha,” he greets as I lead the way back into the office and lean against my desk, motioning for Hank to take a seat. Hank smirks, sitting down. “So why am I beckoned, mighty leader?” he asks mockingly. I frown at him.

“I’m not in the mood to fucking joke with you, Hank.” Both Williamson siblings are really getting to me today. “It’s becauseof last night.”

“Yeah, I figured as much. But can you blame me for being pissed? I did nothing wrong. And look, you can see for yourself that these haven’t healed,” Hank growls, pulling down the collar of his shirt to show the three scratches he received from Scarlett.

Three scratches that are still open. What the hell?

I hide my shock, although my mind is reeling. Why haven’t they healed by now? Hank is a werewolf, a strong one at that. The scratches should have healed…

“See? She’s a fucking freak.”

My eyes blaze as I glare into his eyes. “Watch it,” I growl, trying to calm my anger. You don’t fucking call her names. Yeah maybe I’m overreacting, but the urge to pummel Hank tempts me. “If she’s such a freak, then why did you even go near her?”

“She’s a hot freak – a very sexy one. I’m sure you know what I mean.” Hank smirks.

I see fucking red, grabbing the man standing before me in blind fury and slamming him against the wall, my eyes now a dark cobalt blue as my wolf surges to the front of my mind. My claws elongate and my canines come out, ready to tear him apart.

“She’s not interested, so stay the fuck away from her!” I growl, anger swirling around me.

He scoffs in disbelief, even though he’s struggling to hold his attitude against me.

“So, it’s okay for you to fuck my sister, but I can’t fuck yours?” Hank snaps coldly.

A loud growl tears through my throat, my voice more animalistic than human and Hank stills.

There’s a glimmer of shock in his eyes as he realises just how fucking serious I am.

“Scarlett isn’t a whore – unlike your sister,” I spit, feeling a little guilty for calling Fiona one. But I am not going to tolerateScarlett being insulted like that. My grip on his neck tightens and he tenses, lowering his head despite the tick in his jaw.

“Fine… I get it,” Hank says quietly. I drop him to the floor unceremoniously, my eyes cold as a winter night.

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