Alpha's Nala

Chapter 17. Where them Cars?

Legaxy

I was beginning to believe that Cayden, aside from being a flirt, is likely a psycho.

Sure, he may have talked and shared some useful things with me that are worth both of my time and attention. But him, having to have indirect statements about me going to the Red Moon Ball?

That's basically a whole new level of absurdity for him...

I mean, is he nuts?

He knows, as much as I know, that HUMANS are considered viands to the mixed-race; that's the very reason as to why nobody cares to invite us (humans) to any of their (mixed-race) social gatherings, regardless of our purpose or significance to the event. 

However, listening to Cayden a while ago, he did sound so confident… so sure about the idea of a human being — specifically, me — attending their ball...

Would that mean he was telling the truth then?

OR, perhaps — in a reasonable way, I am just assuming all of this?

Do take note, Cayden didn't really clarify his odd phrases when we were conversing a moment ago — much like irritating each other out, or mostly me getting pissed off by the vampire's ridicules. Let alone, provided any answers, whatsoever, to my simple questions.

The only thing he did was just left me here, on my front porch, completely stupefied.

Nonetheless, it was obvious he was implying things at me, and as much as I wanted to ask him about it, I just didn't; I admit, anger got the best of me there.

That's why, I could only surmise that maybe I poorly did hear his words, or basically misunderstood him…

Yet, am I actually that slow to understand what he meant? 

Or am I just a poor listener, to begin with?

Before I could even further contemplate the subject — thought for a better explanation to give each probability my mind was fiddling at, another rush of cold breeze hit my exposed skin.

And that's when my brain's light bulb switched on; it was just the cold September air.

Of course, that makes more sense now...

because of the pure breeze coming up from the snowy mountains, near our home. It

mention, and let's not forget, the outfit I was

fabric being too thin, the clothes themselves were showing off more skin. Especially, my halter top

yeah, just the wind — nothing

from behind,

quickly turn around and saw her, just in time, walking

that?” She promptly asked, her hands fixing her black topcoat while her green eyes were shifting

glance at her back, waiting for Dad to appear. To

instinctively, wrinkled in

understanding the expression, flashed

by my side and gracefully faced me — “out in the garage, getting the car

I simply thought

my wonder

ride for work… thank your CRAZY brothers for that.” She quickly

upon listening

tone in

me guess, the boys' drag

her reply. Then, her jaw

paused and took quick breaths, trying to control her upcoming temper, “them boys crash the red Ferrari first, last Tuesday. Then, the day after that, the blue Lamborghini and don't even ask what happened to my black jeep,” her frown deepened, “my poor black wrangler… it was not even a drag race-worthy but still, they used it. Can you believe that?” She huffed while crossing her arms tightly in front of her

creased in

Going back to their old ways

led me to believe that they've successfully grown out of that dangerous impulse and became more

Mum, they did

pieces, and putting their lives in danger, ONCE AGAIN — in less than a

it… pure passion or just

I truly don't know.

But, they promised…

doubt dancing on my

— she snarled at her own words — “as they were, crashed most of the vehicles we owned. The black SUV is the

attention to that, and sensing it was the truth, I couldn't help but feel disappointed

really broken their promise, the only one that I asked for

because that's just how the boys are with their obsession with cars and drag racing — old habits die hard, as they

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