Page 8 of My Forbidden Alpha

“Thanks…” I reply, glancing at him suspiciously. He’s up to something… “So, are you hungry? Shall we stop at a service station?”

“Yeah, let’s. I’m fucking starved. You know the food on the plane is not edible,” he muses, placing his hand on his washboard abs, pushing his seat as far back as possible and stretching his long legs a little.

“It isn’t so bad,” I reply amused, but saying that I don’t really remember the last time I’ve been on a plane. I keep my eyes open, making sure I don’t miss the signboard that will let us know when the service station is approaching.

Twenty minutes later, we finally reach the service station, parking in a nice empty space. We walk inside and order some McDonald’s. Collecting our order, Elijah carries it to the table.

“I can’t believe you can still eat four Big Macs,” I remark, staring at his abs. He is an alpha. I totally get that, but still, even with all the workouts, it’s unfair.

“I’m a big boy, Red, I need the fuel,” he replies, placing the tray on the table and taking a seat. I slide into the seat opposite him and pick up my Filet-O-Fish. Opening the box, I look across at him, my stomach fluttering when his eyes meet mine.

“Are you still single? Or have you found a man that can tame that temper of yours?” he asks, biting into his burger. I roll my eyes. He’s made enough jabs in the past that it was my feisty temper that men were afraid of.

“Very funny. I don’t need a man who can tame my temper but one who can handle the heat,” I reply icily.

“Oh yeah? I wonder how many men can actually handle the heat.” His gaze dips to my chest before he smirks cockily. “I’ll take that as a no, you’re still single and dry.” He snickers.

“Very funny, Elijah. How about you? Are you still a fuckboy, or have you found a mate who can tame your wild ways?” I counter mockingly. I refuse to answer his question. I know he hasn’t found her or the entire pack would have known that their future Luna has been found.

He smirks. “I like my wild ways, Red. A mate would only tie me down from tasting whomever I want whenever I want. There are no rules when it comes to me.” He leans forward and winks at me, making my heart thud loudly in my chest.

“What does that even mean?” I ask, with a toss of my hair.

“Figure it out, Red, figure it out,” Elijah murmurs, his gaze dipping to my lips as I suck on my straw. He seems a little toodistracted and I move back wondering if I’ve got something on them and lick them slowly. His eyes flash a dazzling deep blue before he frowns, irritation flashing across his face.

What is his problem?

I look down, focusing on my meal again. He seems ok one minute and then the next he’s moody and pissed for no obvious reason.

“Since we’re discussing mates, wasn’t there a Blood Moon, like, a month ago?” he asks after several moments of silence.

For us werewolves, we can only find our mates on a Blood Moon, a phenomenon that occurs only two nights a year. It is on these nights, once every six months, as long as we are in the proximity of our fated mate, that the mate bond will snap into place.

“Yes, there was,” I reply curtly, frowning down at my Filet-O-Fish.

“Shame,” he murmurs, I don’t bother responding as we continue eating.

Skeletons from the Past

Elijah

We’re finally back on the road and we’re a little quieter since our pit stop. The conversation between us has felt borderline flirty, and I can’t go down that path, no matter how enticing she or that idea is.

Her every fucking move makes me want to push her down onto her knees and to have her sexy red lips around my cock as I- fuck no.

Why did she have to get so much fucking hotter?

I hate that Dad treats them as if they are his daughters. I hate that she fucking calls him Dad. Yeah, maybe I am biased since I do see Indigo as my little sister, but… she’s something else. She’s made to sin and we all know that I’m the king of sinning no matter how wrong it might be.

I really need to get a girl tonight and release all this pent-up frustration I have inside of me. I glance at the time; we’ll be home in around twenty minutes since someone is driving at the speed limit or maybe even a little slower.

Goddess, this woman is damn slow, but at least her taste in music is good. I bop my knee to the music, and every now and then my gaze flickers to the feisty redhead in the driver’s seatthat I shouldn’t be looking at, but it’s hard not to. Her hair curtains her face as she moves her hips to the music, rolling them sensually and I trail my eyes over her curvy hips and-

Suddenly, I see a blur flash past the car, my eyes blazing as my instincts scream a warning at me.

“Watch out!” I shout, grabbing the steering wheel and jerking it towards me. Scarlett lets out a startled scream as she’s thrown into me, but I wasn’t fast enough. Something huge slams into the car, knocking us back as the entire car is lifted from the ground and flips over before smashing into the ground.

The crunch of metal and the violent movements don’t bother me as much as Scarlett’s sudden gasp of pain does.

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