Page 96 of My Forbidden Alpha

“What the fuck is this bullshit?” I growl, grabbing the one who has me pinned down, but she isn’t fazed. Instead, she leans in for a kiss. “I said I’m not fucking interested!”

“Of course you are,” one of the other murmurs as she begins tugging my pants down as the one who injected me lies down beside me.

It is at that moment that the door slams open to reveal a breathless Scarlett. The worry on her face changes to shock as she takes in the scene.

My eyes meet hers, relief flooding me until I see the horror and hurt in her eyes. I look around me, realising what this looks like. I’m on my back with my hand around a woman’s throat, the other on the head of the woman working on my pants whilst the third is lying beside me.

Fuck. She’s misunderstood the situation. My stomach sinks. The raw pain that shines in her glittering eyes sends agony through me. I do not want her to feel that way, not because of me.

“Scarlett, listen to me… don’t-!” I can’t finish my sentence because she turns, shutting the door after her. I growl at the women, pushing them off me. One of them tries to pin me down again but the sudden spurt of strength I have helps, throwing her off me so hard she hits the far wall, a scream of pain leaving her lips. Not caring whether I had hurt her or not, I rush from the room. I need to get to Scarlett.

I try to mind-link her, but my head still feels heavy and I cannot make the connection. Growling, I let my nose lead me, moving faster. I need to get to her before everything falls apart. Never have I ever felt so panicked about anyone misunderstanding me as I do right now.

Fuck, Red, please believe me.

The Pain of Betrayal

Scarlett

Pain engulfs me, sending sharp shooting pains through my chest. Feeling suffocated, my hand goes to my throat, trying to breathe as I stagger back, my eyes falling to the hardened bulge in his pants.

Hurt like never before rushes through me. How could he? So, he simply thought he’d have fun while I was worried sick that he wasn’t answering the mind-link?

I struggle to contain my emotions. The pain and hurt I feel from seeing Elijah in such a position makes my heart squeeze painfully. I run through the halls blindly, my heart thundering violently. Why did I even agree to this relationship thing with him, knowing I have feelings for him to begin with?

For him it is different. It is obvious I will never be enough for him. He has always been a player, having countless women, so how was I stupid enough to believe that one woman could satisfy him? That I could satisfy him?

I enter the room we had been given, slamming the door behind me and walk to the mirror. I stare at my reflection. I am pretty, but there are plenty of pretty women around.Maybe I am not enough for him? Maybe I’m just not good enough?

Wait, stop.

Looking at myself, I’m disgusted at my train of thought. Since when did a man’s opinion make me doubt my self-worth?

I punch the mirror, shattering it to pieces, the glass cutting into my knuckles.

I am not a fucking toy to satisfy men, to let myself drown in self-pity over whether I am good enough. To hell with that, Iamgood enough. I will not let one man’s action define my self-value.

The only reason he probably even wants me is because I am a woman he cannot have. As his stepsister, I am automatically off-limits. Maybe it is that idea of attaining something that is forbidden that made him want me.

Goddess! How pathetic am I? You’re a fool, Scarlett.

I can even feel my wolf’s pain. I frown.Since when has my wolf gotten attached to him? Don’t wolves only care when they meet their mates? Well, whatever the reason, I am disappointed in myself for hurting my wolf as well, who seems to have grown some kind of attachment to him. Is it because he protected us?

I take a deep breath, reining in my emotions. I’m a pro at hiding my pain and feelings. This will only be another knife wound in a pool of endless pain. Closing my eyes, I clench my bleeding fist, welcoming the physical pain. It is easier to bear than the one that is hacking at my chest.

No man will break me. Not now. Not ever.

I walk to the bathroom to rinse the glass and blood from my fist. My eyes sting a little, but I refuse to allow myself to cry. I am not weak.

I turn the tap on, placing my hand under the running water. My vision blurs a little as the red runs into pink, but I remain strong, blinking furiously. Even when I hear the bedroom door burst open, I simply look in the mirror, my face set in its usual expression, knowing he’ll come in here soon. I hear him swear before he runs into the bathroom, his eyes filled with worry andconcern.

Worried he lost his latest precious little plaything, I think with contempt. I raise an eyebrow.

“Already done?” I ask casually, as Elijah observes me carefully. “That was pretty fast. Wasn’t there three women to please?”

“It wasn’t what it looked like. Scarlett, Zidane set me up-”

“Elijah, it’s ok. Chill,” I interrupt as I turn away from the sink, looking at my hand. There are still a few shards of glass I need to pick out before it heals, or it’ll be harder.

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