Page 83 of My Forbidden Alpha

“No thanks, I don’t think that’s a sight I want to see. Keep them on.” She rolls her eyes as she gets into the other bed and switches the lights off, staring at the ceiling.

I watch her, seeing the small frown that creases her forehead. “Are you ready to face him tomorrow?” I ask after a moment.

Her heart thuds and her expression becomes grim. I’m not sure, but I almost feel like she shuddered under her duvet.

I turn and stare at the ceiling, her silence worrying me. I feel her eyes on me.

“I don’t think I’ll ever be ready… but I got this. I’m not a child. He can’t hurt me anymore,” she says quietly.

“You’re right, he can’t, and I’ll be right there. No one’s going to touch you,” I promise. She doesn’t reply, but she doesn’t need to. I know this is a lot for her and I may not know exactly what she’s been through, but whatever it is has left a lasting effect on her, Jessica and Indigo.

I’ve seen my little sister go through hell because of him and to think she’s the youngest. Even though I don’t know exactly what she faced, I know that her father is a monster.

She falls asleep soon after, although she’s restless, tossing and turning. I turn, glancing at the agitated woman a mere foot and a half away from me. I can’t sleep, not with her scent invading my senses and the impending seriousness of tomorrow waiting for me.

I prop myself up on my elbow, observing her. Her hair falls in front of her face, a deep frown creasing her brow as she stirs in her sleep. I lean over and brush her hair out of her face.

My gaze falls to those plump lips of hers. She really is gorgeous, even without a speck of make-up. She is a natural beauty, and I do not only mean her face. Her breasts, which are half covered by the duvet are inviting, the clingy fabric of her topshaping them perfectly, tempting me.

She lets out a quiet whimper, her heart thumping, and I frown. She moves a little, and the duvet is pulled down, and I’m once again distracted by her breasts.

“Fuck,” I mutter, getting off the bed. I push my bed towards hers, closing the small gap between them. A smirk plays on my lips when I get back on the bed and slowly tug her onto my bed.

She stirs and I simply stroke her hair until she relaxes once again. Pulling her against my chest, I kiss the top of her head, inhaling her light floral scent. Hoping she will feel safe and sleep better in my arms.

I continue to comb my fingers through her hair, satisfied when she snuggles against me. I feel the painful hard-on I had just about gotten rid of spring back into action.

This is getting fucking embarrassing,I think. I might need to switch to baggy track pants and oversized hoodies at this rate. Resting my head on top of hers, I try not to focus on the way her delicious curves press against me and instead on the sweet scent of her freshly shampooed hair.

I have never slept with women I’ve fucked, unless I was completely drunk, preferring to kick them out or take my leave right after I got what I wanted. But with Scarlett, it is different. With these thoughts swimming around in my head, sleep soon overcomes me.

Scarlett

I wake upfeeling extremely comfortable, snuggled in a pleasantly warm cocoon – although something is poking my stomach. Half-asleep, I frown, reaching down wondering what it is. I grab it, shoving it hard when I hear a grunt. I freeze,realising the thick hard thing in my bed is not just a random item but-

Fuck.

“Fuck, Red!” Elijah’s deep groan comes as he lets go of me and rolls onto his back.

As bad as I feel, this is pure comedy. I cover my mouth, stifling a giggle. “Oops, sorry, but why the hell are you in my bed?” I ask.

He raises an eyebrow, his eyes still full of sleep as he gazes at me, making my heart skip a beat. It’s crazy, but it’s like I’m living a dream. I woke up in Elijah Westwood’s delicious arms.

“Take a look around. This is my bed; you came on to me, sweetheart,” he mocks, grabbing me and pulling me against him. I grab onto his bare shoulders at the sudden move, my heart racing as I gaze into those mesmerising eyes.

“I don’t know, that’s hard to believe,” I say suspiciously, trying not to focus on the way his dick is pressing against my lower stomach or the way his body feels moulded against me, sending pleasure to my core.

“Mm, there’s a lot of things that are hard to believe. One being that you, Red, are so fucking irresistible, that’d I’d be so damn hooked on you. It’s still kind of mind-blowing,” he murmurs, kissing my neck sensually, and I’m unable to stop the low moan from escaping me.

He flips me onto my back, my heart racing loudly and he’s about to kiss me when my phone begins ringing loudly. I recognise that ringtone.

“Fuck, that’s Mama,” I exclaim, pushing him off me and rushing to grab the phone I had plugged in to get charged last night. “She’s video-calling. Stay out of sight!”

I quickly scramble back into my bed and pull the bed sheets right up, not wanting to risk her seeing any kind of mark on me from last night or today. Although I’m sure last night’s markshave disappeared. Accepting the call, I smile at Mama.

“Hey, Mama,” I say with a yawn, sensing Elijah watching from the other bed.

“Hey honey, I didn’t get one call from you yesterday and Jackson said Elijah hasn’t been in touch either. You two are ok, aren’t you?” Mama asks, concerned.

---