The Mystical Attraction of Alpha

Chapter 321

Chapter321 – The Storm

Cora

The weather, bizarrely, gets worse as we drive. I’m usually not skittish about driving in bad weather, by as the miles pass I feel myself getting more and more anxious. The water pounds against the windshield and thunder booms around us, lightening flashing through. the forests through which we drive.

“What the hell is this,” Roger growls, leaning forward to look up into the sky. “I can’t believe it’s lasted this long and it’s raining harder, not letting up..

“Can you even see?” I ask, my hands gripping the leather of my seat anxiously now as I

stare out the windshield in front of us. To me it looks like a vast sheet of grey water with

the occasional flare of the guard car’s brake lights ahead of us.

wwwwww

“I can see,” Roger murmurs in reply, a little annoyed, apparently, that I’d even call his skills

into question. I roll my eyes at this, but trust him there must be something about his

wolf senses that can see into the road ahead of us that my eyes cannot make out. Still,

despite my trust, I’m anxious. We could run into another car, or a fallen tree, or a lost animal at any moment – how could we even see it coming?

My phone lights up in the cupholder next to me and I release my grip on my seat to grab it,

looking at the new text from Ella. “Roger,” I say, anxious, glancing at him. “Ella says it’s not

even raining at home what –

I

–

But suddenly the car lurches, skidding sideways a little I see the diver’s wheel shift in

Roger’s hands, moving without his control – hear him curse under his breath as the car

left. I give a

tense – anticipating at any moment

a cliff

slow, and then come to

frustrated but in

We just

the other car?” I gasp, still freaked out, looking

it,” he tells me, putting the car in park and picking up his phone, glancing at the road ahead of us. “I don’t know how, though,

.

Roger’s on his phone now, speaking to the guards

of the flooded road, separated from us. They speak for a few moments,

up the phone and

road. We’re going to have to backtrack and find a

wide with anxiety. “We can’t like… ford the

gestures towards the water

watch, what looks like an entire tree floats by what

a river across

I ask, a

another?”

his voice tight as he turns in his seat and

water line. I watch him, waiting for

doesn’t, his brows knit

then, suddenly, I realize that he already knows what I’m

storm…is

my words shaking. “What’s

it, Cora,” he promises, his eyes on the road as he turns

in the other direction. “Do you

of this. But instead of telling him that, I just nod, sitting back tensely in my seat as we retrace

back down the road, though, the storm does not let

the tree

on us at any

it starts to hail, big golf-ball sized pieces of ice, I open my mouth to say

out of

beats me to it. “It’s no good, Cora,” he murmurs, glancing at

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