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...

of the pure breeze coming up from the snowy mountains, near our home. It doesn't help the fact that BER Months were also starting

and let's not forget, the outfit I

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

the wind

heard Mum called from behind, snapping me out of my

saw her, just

promptly asked, her hands fixing her black topcoat while her green

automatically took a glance at her back, waiting for Dad to appear. To my immediate wonder,

instinctively, wrinkled

expression, flashed me

stopped by my side and

I simply

and much to my wonder again, her smile bent

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

upon listening to

she meant and recognizing that indifferent tone in her voice, I

guess, the boys' drag race

barely nodded her reply.

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

creased in question

Going back to their

That's why it led me to believe that they've successfully grown out of that dangerous impulse and became more careful.

from Mum, they did

AGAIN — in less than

it… pure passion or just complete

I truly don't know.

But, they promised…

dancing on my

— “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 SUV is the only one left, and in good running condition, to take your Dad and me to

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

the only one that I asked for them to

that's just how the boys are with their obsession with cars and drag racing — old habits die hard, as they say,  I let out a quiet

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