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

my whole body tense – anticipating at any moment that we’ll slam into a

a

just slow, and then come to a

Cora,” Roger murmurs, frustrated but in

just hit some

still freaked out, looking steadily

phone, glancing at the road ahead

.

phone now, speaking

stopped on the other side of the flooded road, separated from us. They speak for a few moments, trying to figure out a plan, but they don’t come

Cora,” Roger says, hanging up the phone and turning

We’re going to have

eyes wide with anxiety. “We

towards the water in front of us,

watch, what looks like an entire

a river

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

another?”

his voice tight as he turns in his seat and puts the car

the rising water line. I watch him, waiting for

he doesn’t, his

already knows

this storm…is

whisper, my words shaking. “What’s

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

the other

out of this. But instead of telling him that, I just nod, sitting back

as we drive back down the

us and the tree limbs whip wildly above, threatening

us at

sized pieces of ice, I open my mouth to say we

out of

“It’s no good, Cora,” he

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