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...

that I felt a while ago was just because of the pure breeze coming up from the snowy mountains, near our home. It doesn't help the

to mention, and let's not forget, the outfit

aside from the fabric being too thin, the clothes themselves were

the wind —

called from behind, snapping me out of

saw her, just in time,

asked, her hands fixing her black topcoat while her green

back, waiting for

forehead, instinctively, wrinkled

expression, flashed

probably” — she stopped by my side and gracefully faced me — “out in the garage, getting the car ready.”

I simply thought to

though — and much to my wonder

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

involuntarily, trembled upon

and recognizing that indifferent tone in

guess, the boys' drag

hearing this, barely nodded her reply. Then, her jaw

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

my forehead creased in

to their old ways again?

them not as compulsive as before… unlike before. That's why it led me to believe that they've successfully grown out of that dangerous impulse and became

Mum, they did it

racing, wrecking cars to pieces, and putting their lives in danger, ONCE AGAIN — in less than a week, if I may add. Unless their reasons for it

maybe they just did it… pure passion or just complete madness?

I truly don't know.

But, they promised…

dancing on

what you're thinking, child. I 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

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

promise, the only one that I asked for them

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

The Novel will be updated daily. Come back and continue reading tomorrow, everyone!

Comments ()

0/255