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...

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

not forget,

fabric being too thin, the clothes themselves were showing off more skin. Especially, my halter top which had the back part styled in a very

yeah, just the wind — nothing

Mum called from behind, snapping

quickly turn around and saw her, just in time,

fixing her black topcoat while her green

waiting for Dad

instinctively, wrinkled in

the expression, flashed me

stopped by my side and gracefully faced

okay.' I simply

blue though — and much to my wonder again, her

you know, we will be using, for the meantime, the black SUV as our ride for work…

trembled upon listening to

and recognizing that indifferent tone in her voice, I flashed

guess, the boys' drag race

this, barely nodded her reply. Then,

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

my forehead creased in question again; thinking that this

boys? Going back to

not as compulsive as before… unlike before. That's why it led me to

coming from Mum, they did it

putting their lives in danger, ONCE AGAIN — in less than a week, if I may

they just did it… pure

I truly don't know.

But, they promised…

dancing on

can hear it even when you don't speak it aloud” — she rolled her eyes at me — “but yes, you heard me right… your brothers, as responsible” — she snarled at her own words — “as they were, crashed most of the

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

broken their promise, the only one that I asked for

the boys are with their obsession with cars and drag racing — old habits die hard, as they say,

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