Thirty Five.

Alpha Elijah’s POV

Okay, I overreacted!

It was my own fault, I should have told her the truth when I found out weeks ago, not hidden it from her.

She hadn’t spoken to me for three days, either keeping herself locked in her bedroom, or walking out the room as soon as she saw me. It was making my life hell. She was marked, she should be all mine and yet all I could sense was this… hate towards me.

Linking her didn’t work, I could only have a one sided conversation with her and even though she was unable to speak back through the link, she had certainly started to work out how to block me.

The more Aria stayed away, the more foul a mood I was in, even Simon had commented that I’ve been grumpier than usual.

I could really be an arsehole and force myself into her room, even pin her to the wall to get her to speak but something tells me that it would make no difference, especially after what that prick had done to her.

“Fucking hell Elijah, just go and shag her already.”

I peer over the top