The Alpha Chose Me by Missy Elliottxo

This is what I wanted. To be involved, to feel like I was part of the pack but to drive his truck while he ran at the side of me wasn't exactly what I had in mind. First it was a perimeter search followed by a territory search which I thought was the same thing but apparently not. A sigh fell from my lips.

I was bored, the weather was miserable, and I missed Alanna dearly. I jumped with the tap at the wind

"I want you to go home. The weather is meant to get worse".

I wasn't going home. What would I learn if I went home?

I frowned and then I felt the heat creep up the back of my neck when I realised, he was butt naked. I caught sight of his smirk but dismissed it and started the engine.

"Straight home and be careful". He tapped the side of the truck before shifting and sprinting off into the wooded area.

I was careful, I kept to the speed limit if anything I was driving slower and yet I couldn't shake the truck behind me.

Flashing lights, the tooting of the horn. I slowed down further to let it past and yet it didn't. Something felt off. My stomach tightened. The weather was bad I could barely see out my windscreen. The wipers going at full speed.

I swallowed the lump that appeared in the back of my throat.

And then everything flashed before my eyes as the truck crashed into the back of me. My grip on the steering wheel tightened as a scream fell from my lips, the truck hitting me again.

Wait, was it trying to run me off the road?

Where we lived was full of backroads and country roads and for quickness, I took the shortness route home which included taking the back roads. Panicked I frantically searched for my phone as I tried my hardest to keep my eyes on the road. Checking my rear-view mirror, I relaxed when I noticed the truck becoming smaller. It had stopped. Maybe it was an accident? Maybe I should have stopped? But crashing into me twice?

bad, but it didn't feel like an accident. Pulling into the side of the road I

if he had his cell strapped to his leg. Dumping it on the passenger seat I

home, and it shouldn't

forward my face bumping off the steering wheel. Screeching tyres, glass

smash. With my head against the steering wheel, I could feel

my

...

whispering, hushed voices and

Where was I?

at the pain in my throat as I swallowed. I

Leah". He squeezed

she may not be conscious

she's f*****g conscious. Leah,

clear. But why did he sound

"I'm getting the doctor".

my eyes

"Babe?".

"Hi". I whispered.

mom gave me a soft

you

I lifted my