Her Forbidden Alpha

Chapter46　The Distance Between Us

“Elijah… I know you’re concerned for her but you can’t help her right now. You’re unmated.” Jackson said his anger dissipating, placing his hands on his sons’ shoulders, wondering when he had grown so much. Recently despite their differences he had grown as a man.

Blue eyes met blue but Elijah didn’t have the will to fight anymore.

“I love her dad, she needs me.” He said quietly. Jessica’s eyes widened in surprise, as Amelia hid a small smile, for once proud of the young Alpha. Jackson was the last to understand, sighing he looked at him sympathetically.

“And I am happy to hear that son… but you can’t go, your wolf…” He trailed off, realisation hitting. Elijah didn’t mean brotherly love… He meant…

“Let him go, Jackson. Scarlett does need him.” Amelia said firmly. Jackson turned to her shocked that she wasn’t even moved by this. Elijah ran up the stairs, he didn’t care about the consequences, not right now…

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Scarlett writhed in the bath, her nails dug into her arms as she rocked herself, throbbing pain shooting through her body. Tears stung her eyes, she didn’t know what hurt more, the pain from the heat or the pain in her heart. Maybe death would take it all away? The thought slithered into her mind like a poisonous whisper, what did she have to live for?

for a moment as she frowned. Even if she didn’t need anyone, there was an entire pack who needed their Alpha and she had Zidane to deal with. She would deal with him

home enter the bathroom. She didn’t turn to him, her entire body tense. Her wolf wanted to go to him, for

the smell of her blood tainting her tempting scent in the air. He

him. He dropped to his knees by the tub,

do anything… If I hold you…

it away. “Your wolf is already trying

trying to fight the tears. Yes, she wanted to be left alone but it still hurt seeing his back retreat.

touch. Just the thought of what he had been about to do made her sick. She pulled away from Elijah’s touch, noticing he was only wearing some boxers. Her gaze ran over him involuntarily, taking in every ridge and ripple of his god-like body, her core throbbed wanting him. The image of him hugging Fiona entered her mind and she looked away, hurt

and got into the large tub. “What are you doing?” She

the moment his arms wrapped around her she felt a soothing tingle go through her, everywhere his skin touched hers. “Lose the shirt.” He said softly, feeling himself throb although he was trying his best not to focus on her breasts that looked so tempting beneath the shirt that was see-through, her pink

She said. This was all too much; the pain, the love, the

help.” He said reaching for her shirt, which was partially torn, probably from her encounter with Hank. Just the thought made anger bubble to the surface. She didn’t say anything, allowing him to gently unbutton it. Taking it off he tossed it to the floor before wrapping his arms around her tightly, stroking her back. He kissed her

as he kissed her there repeatedly, soothing, and relaxing. It felt beyond good, although her body wanted more, she wasn’t going to give in to