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...

the pure breeze coming up from the snowy mountains, near

forget, the

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

yeah, just the wind —

called from behind,

saw her, just in time, walking

fixing her black topcoat while her green eyes

my eyes automatically took a glance at her back, waiting for Dad to appear. To my immediate wonder, he didn't emerge

forehead, instinctively, wrinkled

flashed me a

your Dad, he's probably” — she stopped by my side and gracefully faced me — “out in the garage, getting the

I simply

the blue though — and much to my wonder again, her smile bent down

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

trembled upon

and recognizing that indifferent tone in her voice, I flashed Mum a sad

guess, the boys' drag race

barely nodded her reply. Then, her jaw

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

in question again; thinking

back to their

why it led me to believe that they've successfully grown out of that

coming from Mum,

AGAIN — in less than a week, if I may add. Unless their reasons for it were that serious

pure passion or just complete

I truly don't know.

But, they promised…

dancing

— 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 vehicles we owned. The black

was the truth, I couldn't help

promise, the only one that

just how the boys are with their obsession with cars and drag racing —

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