Her Forbidden Alpha

　　Elijah had just about managed to put on some fresh clothes, trying his best not to break everything around him before he left his room slamming the door behind him, storming through the mansion with one aim in mind.

　　His anger raging around him like a hurricane, festering within him, growing stronger with each passing second. How could his father do this?

　　He walked past Indigo who had just returned from her short visit to Daniel’s, more curious to find out what was happening at home. She was about to say something but feeling his rage, she shrank away.

　　Elijah didn’t even notice the tall girl, his mind set on one thing. Following his father’s scent until it led him to the kitchen, where he was holding Jessica, kissing her neck sensually.

　　“So, the one fucking thing that was left of mom… you decided to get rid of that too!?” Elijah spat slamming his fist into the nearest wall, making the couple jump apart not even noticing him until he spoke.

　　“Elijah, what are you going on about?” Jackson asked concerned. Jessica looked pale brushing her black locks out of her face and adjusting her top. Elijah’s recent behaviour confused her, he had never been so hostile towards her, not like he was today.

　　Elijah didn’t even spare her a glance, walking over to his father and grabbing him by his collar before slamming him into the worktop

　　“Elijah! Stop! That’s your father!”

　　“Yeah, I fucking know!” Elijah growled. The men were almost equal in height but Elijah was stronger, and it showed.

　　“Get off me!” Jackson growled his eyes flashing, but Elijah simply yanked his shirt down exposing his neck, his eyes going to the mark that was plastered there. Gone was the lotus with the three claws, in its place was a wolf's paw with its claws out.

　　Each wolf had its own mark and form, no matter who you marked, your mark was the same. Mates didn’t have matching marks, rather each wolf had a mark that represented them. Once you were mated and marked, it was your scents that combined. He felt disgusted that he hadn't even realised the change in Jessica or Jackson’s scents.

　　“Fuck you!” He said icily. Slamming his fathers head into the table.

　　“Elijah, please! Please it's not his fault! It was in the moment please!” Jessica said, breaking into sobs realising it was the mark that had angered Elijah, the mark she had placed on him. Now that she was marked by Jackson, she could feel his pain to some level.

　　Elijah glared at her, growling lowly. She whimpered feeling his Alpha aura rolling off him. She backed away, seeing Jackson’s face purple from Elijah’s death grip.

so-called mate in what, less than a year? Everything in this fucking house changed. You stopped talking about her, you fucking forgot her, and now the first fucking chance you got you removed her mark from your neck? You know what, why don’t you get rid of me too?

　　Pain and hurt flashed

mother still,

into the worktop once again and making Jessica scream when the smell of blood

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her mothers scream, she turned the shower off trying to listen, hearing nothing and no mind link to assist her. She quickly grabbed a towel and wrapped it around herself rushing from the

pale. The younger girl looked down at her

was stronger than her and their mum, she knew her sister was not scared of

rushing past her and down the stairs, taking three at a time and jumping the last five. She tightened her towel around her breasts, running into the kitchen. The smell of blood

Her mother was whimpering, hand over her mouth unsure of what to do. Scarlett could see she was going back into her former shell, seeing Elijah like this was bringing memories of Zidane back. She

of this Scarlett, take your mother away.” Jackson said, worried for his stepdaughter and wife. Although he was losing blood, the searing pain making

　　“I wouldn’t worry about her if I were

heart beating loudly. She paled as Scarlett grabbed Elijah’s arm,

her voice firm yet calm. He tensed when her fingers touched

wearing, water trickling down her neck and into the valley of her breasts… His eyes widening in surprise, his grip loosening

　　“Stay out of this Red…” He said, his

knowing that might just trigger

quiet, stunned that Scarlett was getting through to him. The two had always clashed… it seemed since his return things had

blue. This wasn’t only about his mom; it was about her. The closer their parents became, the harder they would make it for them… but it was already too late, marking each other sealed everything and he hated

icily. Taking hold of Scarlett’s wrist, he pulled

kitchen. Tugging her inside, he slammed the door shut. Pulling her into his arms, burying his nose into her neck, taking deep calming breaths. She didn’t say anything, standing on tiptoes. Her back arched slightly as he leaned over her, holding her tightly. Her hands on his chest, she could feel his racing heart beneath her fingertips. His embrace was tight but she felt comforted by

and cupping his face. Moving him away from her neck the slight prickle of his stubble coarse against her fingers, it felt good. He didn’t

out, but at