Page 88 of My Forbidden Alpha

I don’t reply; I’ve locked those emotions away for a reason. I don’t want to talk about them. I know I won’t be able to cope with them. Elijah seems to understand and doesn’t push for an answer.

We’re in this together.He simply takes my hand, lacing his fingers in mine. I look up at him, my heart skipping a beat. I am glad he is here with me. I step closer to him, resting my head on his shoulder for a moment.

Just then, I hear the crunch of dirt beneath a foot and a cold, powerful aura surrounds us.

An aura that makes my heart thump.

He’s here.

Seven men step into the opening, and I turn slowly. Elijah’s grip on my hand tightens and my eyes fall on the man in the middle who oozes power. His hands rest casually in the pockets of his white designer suit pants that hug his muscled legs.

I do not need to look up to know who the man is, and Ifind myself staring at his sleek, smart shoes. There isn’t a speck of dirt on them, despite being in the middle of a forest. There was always something weird about how he was always so clean. It was just how it was back then, despite everything he did, he never left any sign of it.

He might be able to keep physical dirt off him, but his heart is full of filth.

I slowly look up. Under his white suit, he has on a black shirt, a few buttons left open, showing off his muscled chest. He is tall, probably about the same height as Elijah. His skin is pale as if he does not spend much time in the sun; skin that reminds me of mine.

His hair is not the strawberry blond that it used to be, instead, it’s a platinum blond, it’s short on the side and long at the top. His eyes are the same sage green as mine, but they look like cold glaciers, lacking any emotion. He barely looks a day over twenty-five.

That is him, right? He looks freakishly young,Elijah says through the mind-link.

It is…

Werewolves do age slower, but even then, he looks younger than Mama and Dad, who could easily pass for their early thirties. It is around thirty when werewolves tend to slow down ageing, but somehow, it appears that time stopped earlier for him.

My eyes lock with the cold green ones before me. He has not changed, but he’s missing the blood splattered on his suit and the manic rage within his eyes. An emotionless, cold smirk crosses his lips, his eyes fixed on me.

“Well, well, look who we have here.” His low, chilling guttural voice comes, and it sends a sinister shiver through my body.

Elijah’s hold on my hand tightens. The Monster’s power feels like a weight, capturing us in a suffocating chokehold.

Suddenly, I feel an immense surge of power. My breath hitches, realising it’s coming from none other than Elijah. I turn sharply, as does the Monster. As both alphas stare one another down, I glance at him, seeing a glimmer in his dead eyes that disappears as quickly as it comes.

Power of such high calibre emitting from them both, dangerous cobalt blue eyes meet cold green as they stare one another down, their heightened auras slamming against one another like a ground-shattering clash and the six other men stagger back.

I somehow manage to stand there, staring up at Elijah.

He is on my side.

I’m not alone.

Right?

Dining with the Enemy

Scarlett

I’m shocked.

It feels like a tidal wave has hit me with full force, emanating from Elijah in waves.

Although my mind is screaming at me to put some distance between us and Zidane, my instincts are telling me to remain put.

I know from the calmness within me that my wolf feels safe with him too.

I turn my attention back to the monster before me. Zidane Malone – Alpha of the Desert Storm Pack. The cold-hearted beast who is meant to be my father. He’s right here.

His cold eyes look away from Elijah although neither rein in their power despite it affecting those around them.

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