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

high speed to our left. I

anticipating at any moment that

off a

we just slow, and then come to a stop, and I peek my eyes

frustrated but in control of the car

okay. We just hit

the other car?” I gasp, still

his phone, glancing at the road ahead of us. “I don’t know how, though, it

.

us. Roger’s on his phone

separated from us. They speak for a few moments, trying to figure out a plan, but they

the

going to have to backtrack and find a new

wide with anxiety.

eyebrow and gestures towards the water in front of

As I watch, what looks like

river across

fast?” I ask, a little breathless.

another?”

as he turns

away from the rising water line. I watch him,

doesn’t, his brows

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

storm…is

whisper, my

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

the other direction.

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

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

around us and the tree limbs

us

big golf-ball sized pieces of ice, I

out

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

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