The Forbidden Alpha

Adea

Ethan was still asleep when I opened the door, I crept back into his darkened bedroom, his naked torso separated from the sheet as he lay sprawled across the bed.

For a moment, I forgot what I needed to discuss with him, forgot Shane, forgot the note, and I just admired the powerful muscles on his back, every detail on display under the moonlight, his hair a tousled mess from sleep.

Biting my lip, I can’t help but fidget as I make my way to him. I continue to the bed each step harder, heavier.

I place the letter on the bedside table before I turn to face him. I slipped into bed beside him and curled into a ball away from him.

The bedsheets were now cold and a line of goosebumps rushed down my arm. How do I tell him I’ve brought another problem to his pack, to his life, to us?

Looking at the note I wonder if I should keep it to myself. I don’t want to ruin this right now. I lay in bed contemplating what to do when Ethan stirs beside me.

It’s his turn to still when he feels me behind him before he flips over to face me. His arms wrapping around me and pulling me into his embrace.

“Mmm,” he sighs, his chin dipping into the curve of my neck.

“Good morning,” he says, his morning voice is gruff and lower than usual.

“Morning, Ethan,” I respond.

Closing my eyes, I take a few deep breaths trying to push myself into facing him and telling him about the letter.

After a few moments, I turn around and scoot in until my body is pressed against his. What I see leaves me breathless, my whole world stares up at me. How can someone who is feared all over the country and kills ruthlessly look at me with genuine gentleness in his eyes?

“Adea?” He murmured. I could hear the slight frown in his voice as his eyes take in my expression.

His eyes flit left and right as he searches my face, “What’s going on?” He asks.

I gulp, trying to figure out how to come out with the letter.

“I found something, when I went back to my room,” I start. “I don’t know if it’s something we really have to worry about right now or if I could handle it on my own. You’re someone who’s important in my life and I would want us to talk about any troubles we’re having or problems we go through.”

Ethan’s eyes never leave my face and I know without a doubt that he’s got my back, that I matter to him, that he would do anything to protect me. I hate making him worry.

“When I went back to my room, there was a letter for me,” I say. I watch as confusion paints his features. Confusion melts into worry which changes into anger.

“A letter from who?” Ethan asks, in a deadly voice.

“I—” I start before he asks his next question.

“Where is it?” He asks before sitting up.

Turning towards the bed, I pick the letter up and hand it to him. He eyeballs the letter and sniffs it, what he smells makes his eyes darken. I wait as Ethan opens it and starts to read it aloud.

“I love you so much that I can barely stand to breathe without you. I’m sorry if I was rough with you but you have to understand Adea. You fucked up…” He trails off and I watch as his facial features harden and his breathing grows deeper as he reads the rest of the letter.

Squishing the letter in his hand before raising his eyes to mine. “Shane,” he growls. I don’t know if he’s asking me or saying it to himself. He stands from the bed, the sheet dropping to the floor and I watch as he paces back and forth.

I can feel his anguish radiating from his body in waves. I can hear a low rumble in his chest before he stops and turns his head to look back at me.

Ethan walks over to me and drops to his knees. I don’t know what’s going on or what he’s going to do before I know it his hands are gripping my hips, his lips claiming my mouth.

My mind goes blank as his tongue darts past my lips and I let out a breathless moan. One of Ethan’s hands leaves my hip and makes its way up to the back of my neck. Holding me in place as he continues kissing me and I press my body against his, feeling his chest.

When he releases my lips, I’m a breathless mess of putty in his hands. My lips are tingling and I can tell they’re swollen from his dominating kisses. Ethan’s eyes on my lips slip down to my unmarked neck. His eyes flicker from black to yellow and I know Elijah is just as angry as Ethan is.

My bottom lip trembles and I bite my lip, I feel vulnerable but I don’t regret the choice to tell him how about the letter.

His grip on the back of my neck tightens just enough to sting a little. “Is this the first time he’s reached out to you?” Ethan asks me. There’s anger in his voice and I have to remind myself that he’s not mad at me.

“Yes,” I whisper, and Kor’s shoulders hunch, her head bowed. I know she hates this as much as I do. Ethan shuts his eyes and his chest starts to slow as he gains control over Elijah.

His hand on my neck disappears and he drops his head to my chest as he leans into me. His arms wrap around my waist and I lift my hands to run them through his hair.

“This is my fault,” He murmurs into my breasts. “Because of my shortcomings, someone got into your room. If you were to have walked in on them…” he stops.

Squeezing his hair in my fingers, I pull down and the action raises his eyes to mine. “Don’t blame yourself for this. This is happening because of me…” I say. “This is my fault, Ethan.”

I look into his eyes, and I hate myself for the pain I see there. I’d do anything to make it go away. I wish there was a way for Shane to know there was nothing he could do to make me his, to show him that I was indefinitely Ethan’s.

My eyes widen as I realize there is something I could do, something we could do. Not because of Shane but because of us, for us. Something that could bind us together, forever for always.

Kor’s head snaps up in attention, her tail wags as she realizes where my thoughts are going. Leaning down, I pull Ethan’s head to the side before kissing his neck.

“Mark me, Ethan, make me yours, completely yours.”