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

drifts at high speed to our left. I give a little shriek, pressing my

at any moment that we’ll slam into

off a

just slow, and then come to a stop, and

Roger murmurs, frustrated but in control

just hit some high

still freaked out, looking steadily

his phone, glancing

.

phone now, speaking to the guards in

flooded road, separated from us. They speak for a few moments, trying to figure out a plan, but they don’t

hanging up the phone and turning to me.

have to backtrack and find a new

ask, my eyes wide with anxiety. “We can’t

the water

watch, what looks like an entire tree floats by what is

a river

ask, a little breathless.

another?”

as he turns in his seat and puts the car

rising water line. I watch

he doesn’t, his brows

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

this storm…is not

whisper, my words shaking. “What’s

through it, Cora,” he promises, his eyes on the road

in the other direction.

I do. I know it, deep down in my gut, that I trust him to get us out of this. But instead of telling him that, I just nod, sitting back tensely in my seat as we retrace the

as we drive back down the road, though, the storm does not

crashes around us and the tree limbs whip wildly above, threatening to

on us at

starts to hail, big golf-ball sized pieces of ice,

out of

to it. “It’s no good, Cora,” he murmurs,

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