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

– anticipating at any moment that

a cliff

then come to a stop, and I

right, Cora,” Roger murmurs, frustrated but in control of the car

We just hit some high

the other car?” I gasp, still freaked

tells me, putting the car in park and picking up his phone, glancing at the road ahead of

.

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

stopped on the other side of the flooded road, separated from us. They speak for a few moments, trying to figure out

the phone and

have

my eyes wide with anxiety. “We can’t

the water

I watch, what looks like

river across the

fast?” I ask, a little breathless. “Between

another?”

tight as he turns in his seat

water line. I watch him, waiting

he doesn’t, his

I realize that he already

storm…is not

I whisper, my

Cora,” he promises, his eyes

heads in the other

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 ground

crossed. Even as we drive back down the road, though,

tree limbs whip

us

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

get out

no good, Cora,” he

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