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?

there was an entire pack who needed their Alpha and she had Zidane to deal with. She

the bathroom. She didn’t turn to him,

her blood tainting her tempting scent in the air. He rushed to

said, looking away from him. He dropped to his knees

won’t do anything… If I hold you…

snapped, smacking it away. “Your wolf is already trying to take control,

walked to his own bedroom. Scarlett closed her eyes, trying to fight the tears. Yes, she wanted to be left alone but it still hurt seeing his back retreat. She heard him moving around in his room, another spasm

side in an instant, stroking her hair and she hated the fact his touch soothed her, sending pleasurable sparks through her. It didn’t repulse her like Hanks’s 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

the large tub. “What are you doing?” She said looking

into his arms. She wanted to fight but 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

said. This was all too

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 neck once, sending cooling tingles through her

sighed softly as he kissed her there repeatedly, soothing, and relaxing. It felt beyond good, although her body wanted more, she wasn’t