Just My Luck

9○ Future

[A/N: Daddy's back. I had exams so I couldn't update and I broke my dick. But that's besides the point. Eat up:]

V E R Y A N

I was ready to jump out of Landon's truck either to tell off the honking line of cars behind us or save myself the embarrassment of being in this vehicle moving at a painfully slow speed.

"Can't you drive faster?" I asked, twisting my face at Landon who concentrated on the steering wheel.

"...Be patient," He sighed, seeming to lose his train of thought.

I rolled my eyes, "It's not that I'm impatient you dumb fuck, it's that you're holding up an entire line of cars."

He sighed again, piercing his lips this time. I realized in the light of the fading day he had dimples like potholes on the sides of his face.

"Landon. Your face is annoying me."

He ignored my statement and continued to stare blankly onto the road, gripping the steering wheel so tightly the veins bulged out of his hands.

I eyed him. The impenetrable man at my side. I wanted to be in his head. I wanted to know how he thought.

Omegas and alphas alike praised his intellect, his ability to always be the best. But I have always managed to avoid every topic that would include Landon. I already knew everything there is to know: he was a mega jerk.

He loosened his grip on the steering wheel, "Why didn't you tell me?" 

"Tell you what?" There was a myriad of things that I kept from him that had been uncovered today in a greasy parking lot.  

"About Torrez. About your real pack," his speed seemed to slow even more.

"It's none of your business." What would he have done about it anyways?  

He sighed, speeding up again, "Next question, what did Torrez mean about you not being able to create a bond?"

So many questions as if he were gathering intel about a test subject.

The withering trees outside the window gave the oncoming spring an ominous presence. Withering plants seem to follow me. Akin to my withering soul, Nyah used to say. Depressing woman. 

"No matter what we tried I couldn't be fully accepted into the pack. The ceremony didn't work and I couldn't form a mind link with anyone." I was just a child but I remembered the smug faces who jeered at me. That was the first time Torrez said he would kill me.

Well that was after I marred the faces of the ones who said I should be put back into a box on the side of a highway.

"That's why, you were able to enter my territory, because you were not bonded to their pack." The face he made when he figured out an answer seemed so full of light, I thought it would be the closest to happiness I'd ever see him.

"Couldn't I just accidentally wander into your territory?"

"It's protected by a barrier. If you were part of their pack you wouldn't have been able to cross the threshold." He began to speed up, calming the angry drivers behind us.

"So it's like magic?" I asked bewildered.

"We're werewolves Veryan. You're stunned by magic?" He sighed, his eyes were still focused blankly on the road.

"Not everyone is as dull as you Landon." I leaned my head against the window trying to think of my future.

My future was as promising as watering a dead tree in hopes it will flower.
I never gave much though to my future. All I thought about was the past.

The vibrations of the window lulled me to sleep pushing away the thoughts of my dull future with dull Landon.

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He lifted me up into his strong arms so sweetly it was as if I was porcelain. As if he cared that he might hurt me. I reluctantly leaned my head against his chest, it felt broader than I remember. He smelt different that I remember. He didn't smell like Torrez.

I flung myself out of Landon's arms and fell into the dying grass as my glasses went flying off my face. The stifled feelings came up once again, ones I had no plan of resurrecting into the material plane.  

I pushed it down and focused on searching for my glasses in the dark blurry night; again I cursed my eyes. Which stupid parents gave me this unbearable existence? 

Landon shoved the glasses onto my face and slung me over his shoulder taking us inside. He placed me onto a dusty counter top and leaned in close to my face. My heart picked up pumping too much oxygen at the sight of Landon's face so close to mine. I backed away, almost managing to fall off the counter. 

"There are rules to staying here and if you do not follow them, I will desert you in the mountains, okay?" He started into my eyes with an icy expression.

"What rules?" I asked as if I'd follow them.

"You must not leave the house alone, and you must not leave without asking me. Do not speak to people you don't know..."

I cut him off, already annoyed, "What am I? A child?"

He tilted his head to the side, "You act like one. And you cannot enter a specific area of the house."

"I never liked beauty and the beast you know," I stated and maneuvered away from him, "And I never liked rules either."

He sighed and took my place leaning against the counter,"You must follow them since you will be living here."

"And," he hesitated, "And, you must not ever lie to me."

His mask of ice thawed for a fraction of a second. A small vulnerable shard of Landon laid into my hand.

I placed the shard into my pocket, collecting it like a piece of a puzzle. I stared back at him. He awaited my response. His mask slowly returning to its frozen state. With this I'll seal the door of my past and open the one to my future.

"Yes," I lied, "Never ever."