The car screeches to a stop on the narrow country road, and he turns his blazing eyes on me. Reaching over, he grabs hold of my neck and leans closer to me. My own eyes burn silver as we stare into each other’s eyes. Our hearts are racing, and I try not to let his scent get to me. Doesn’t he fucking get that it is this exactconnection that I am fucking scared of?
“I’m not giving you a fucking choice. End of discussion. We are returning to the Sangue Pack.”
His gaze trails over me for a split second, but then he pulls away, hitting the gas and zooming into the darkness. Consequences… deep down, I am scared for the truth to come out. I know Leo will deal with him without caring for the laws of the king and the court of Selene, but… going back to his pack is so hard. It is getting tougher to be around him without the bond playing up, and I know I won’t be able to reject him. Even fuelled by anger, I hadn’t managed to when I tried. The words seemed to get stuck in my throat.
I run my fingers through my hair before reaching down and picking up my phone. Unlocking it, I stare at the message Leo had texted back.
‘You just made this fucking personal, and Schurke Wolf forgives no one. Let the countdown to your end begin.’
Shaken
Leo
Iknew something was fucking up, but I wasn’t expecting this… and the fact that the bastard somehow managed to get away… I didn’t see him leave the fucking car. I don’t know how, but he seems to have just fucking vanished. Unless… he wasn’t in the car to start with…
Blackmailing her with sex tapes. That fucking triggers me. I don’t care if she is a fucking princess or not, right now, she is someone who needs help. Why the fuck is she dealing with this shit alone? On top of that, somehow, the bastard had even managed to track us down. Does he have some sort of tracer on her?
Her luggage.
I pull up to the side of the road, making her grab the edge of her seat and glare at me with those large, gorgeous eyes of hers.
“What are you doing?”
I don’t reply. Getting out of the car, I walk to the trunk and grab her luggage, flipping her suitcase open just as she comes out of the car.
“What are you doing?”
“I want to know how the fuck he found us,” I reply, trying not to notice her tiny thongs in the suitcase, and toss the entire thing into the hedges.
“What the fuck? How the hell would he have something tracing me?” She growls. I look her over, my gaze falling to her shoes.
“Take your shoes off, too,” I command.
“No. Seriously, when would he have had time to -“
I don’t have fucking time for this. I grab her by the arm, pulling her close, and lift her up onto the edge of the open trunk before I pull her shoes off myself. Fucking stubborn woman.
“You are fucking crazy,” she growls, clearly agitated, but I can also sense her unease and worry.
“Makes two of us then,” I reply icily.
I look at her pants. They don’t have anything metal, they should be fine. She sure has sexy fucking legs… I look her over before I point to her earrings.
“Remove them.”
She glares at me but obeys, tossing them into the bushes. I pull her down and slam the trunk shut before I walk over to the passenger seat, grabbing her bag.
“Leo, he didn’t have a chance to touch my things!”
“You can’t be so fucking sure. There’s some way he’s tracing you.” I frown as I spill the contents onto the seat. I take out my lighter, setting her passport alight.
“Hey!”
“Sorry, little she-wolf, but I’m not fucking risking it. You’ve been in this guy’s company, so you can’t trust any of this shit.”
“You’re being extreme,” she growls, trying to snatch it from me, but I hold it out of reach with ease.
“I know how small chips can be…” I watch until her face and the details on the passport melt away, toss it aside and then destroy her bank cards before emptying her entire bag out. I switch her phone off but keep it with me. I’ll do some tracing later…
The last thought I have is if she has a chip inside of her, extreme but not fucking unheard of. I had all the pups in mypack chipped in case something happened to them. I’ll check when we get back… not that it would work in my pack anyway, but I want to be sure either way.
She now stands there seething. Her heart is pounding loudly as she stares at her things.
“Get in.”
“I have no money, no clothes, no passport!” She shouts suddenly, her eyes flashing. I clamp a hand over her mouth, pushing her up against the car.
“No fucking big deal! You’ll get clothes and cash, now get your little ass into the car,” I growl. She shoves me back, and I step away, letting her get in, my gaze dropping to her ass. Sexy.
I look away and slam the door shut, going around to get into the driver’s seat. I am about to start the car back up when she quickly tries to open the door.
“I’m not letting you out. I already told -“
She waves her hand, retching as she points at her mouth. Fuck, she is going to be sick. I unlock the door, and she stumbles out, running to the bushes and throwing up. I get out, swiftly scanning the surroundings before I walk over to her. Guess she got motion sickness.
I stand by her side as she clutches her stomach with one hand, the other struggling to hold back her silky locks. I reach over, gathering her hair up and holding it back as she empties her stomach.
“Urgh,” she groans once she has finished emptying the contents of her stomach.
“Guess you’re not as strong as one would think,” I remark, letting go of her glossy hair. I grab one of her discarded items of clothes and pass it to her. She wipes her mouth and tosses it onto the floor again, then looks at me. I have half a mind to make another comment, but she looks fucking pale.
“Thanks,” she says with an expression in her eyes that I can’tread.
“We’ll stop at the next service station and grab something to drink,” I suggest.
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