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

speed to our left. I give

at any moment that we’ll slam into

a

then come to a stop, and I

frustrated but in control of

we’re okay. We just hit

gasp, still freaked

it,” he tells me, putting the car in park and picking up his phone,

.

of us. Roger’s on his phone now, speaking to the

side of the flooded road, separated from us. They speak for

Roger says, hanging up the phone and turning to

across the road. We’re going to have to backtrack

my eyes wide with anxiety. “We can’t

towards the water in front of us,

the minute. As I watch, what looks like an

a river across

ask, a little breathless. “Between one

another?”

his voice tight as he

backing away from the rising water line. I watch him, waiting

his brows knit

that he already knows what I’m just now figuring

this storm…is not

whisper, my words

it, Cora,” he promises, his eyes

the other direction. “Do

I know it, deep down in my gut, that I trust him to get us out of this. But instead of telling

the

and the tree limbs whip wildly above, threatening

us at any

big golf-ball sized pieces of ice, I open my mouth to say we

out

good, Cora,” he murmurs, glancing

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