Page 91 of My Forbidden Alpha

He lifts me by the ass pushing me up against the wall, his body moulding against mine, deepening the kiss. Our tongues fight for control, our hearts pounding and our hands hungry for more as we crave one another’s touch.

I tug at his hair, kissing him roughly. I can feel the cut that I made on his lip still there, his hot breath making my core throb and the way his lips dominate mine drives me crazy.

His hands slip under my top and grab my breasts, making my pussy throb. He twists my hardened nipples, the scent of my arousal filling the air. His hard-on strains against his pants. My hands are fumbling with his shirt when he suddenly tenses and lets go of my breasts. He takes hold of my wrists gently yet firmly, concern clear in his eyes as he searches mine.

A ripple of hurt rushes through me, making my eyes flash.

“Let go of me,” I order quietly but just as I’m about to pullaway, he presses his forehead to mine.

“Hey… listen to me.”

“What, no longer want me?” I ask coldly.

“You know it’s not that, Red.”

I try to pull away when he wraps his arms around me tightly.

“Let go of me, Elijah!”

“Not until you listen to me,” he pushes, forcing me to look into those incredible cerulean eyes; eyes that hold far more emotions than I am expecting to see in them.

“You know I want you, Kitten, but not like this. I don’t want to take advantage of the situation,” he murmurs huskily, about to claim my lips in a kiss once more but his words soothe me. He smirks faintly as he speaks again “So, don’t be mad alright?”

A Twisted Mind

Zidane

Iknow the moment I step into my office that some vermin is scurrying around, trying to remain unseen. Omegas are disgusting, only good for one thing.

“Are they in the room and being watched so they don’t try anything?” I ask, looking at Cade.

“Yes, Alpha.”

The curtains are drawn and the only light comes from the chandelier that hangs in the centre of the room.

The walls are dark brown panels, the floor is covered in a black carpet, only adding to the darkness of the room. The furniture is all made from dark brown wood as well.

I don’t reply, taking my seat at my desk and slowly turning the knife between my fingertips. The vermin in the corner thinks I haven’t noticed, but nothing escapes me; no one escapes me. But I’ll let her think she’s safe for a moment, let her have that hope that she has somehow been missed.

“Make sure they don’t try to leave or try anything funny, Cade, or I will have your head.”

“Yes, of course.” He bows his head as I flick my wrist and he backs out of my office, closing the door behind him.

I tilt my head, thinking about her.

Scarlett. My daughter.

I hate the fact she was not born a male. However, I need to know if the prophecy is true. Is there really something special about her like the witch told me? If not, I’ll fucking rip her apart the next time I see her.

My eyes flash when I see the glimmer of movement that I am waiting for, the rustle of clothing.

Does she not know how strong my senses are? My chair swivels around and I throw the knife across the room. The whoosh of the blade slicing through the air is nearly as pleasing as the next sound I hear.

The sharp intake of breath, the hiss and wheeze of her gasp as she falls to the ground, coming into view. She looks barely fifteen.

The pathetic omega girl gargles, and I hear as well as see the blood spewing out her mouth as she tries in vain to breathe with the cold steel blade lodged in her windpipe. Failing miserably.

I sigh, annoyed at the girl making a mess on my floor. Her body twitches, fingers grasping the hilt of the blade that she is choking on. I smirk coldly, watching as she writhes in pain.

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