RANK

Chapter 9

Things went blank for only a few seconds. She swayed backward on her heels as if she was pushed. She could have sworn she was about to hit the ground when unexpectedly Alpha Vince grabs her by an arm and tugs her forward. She gasps as she collides with his unmovable frame. His scent rushed to her lungs like cold water being splashed on her face. It jolted her wider than awake. Her palms landed on his pecs absorbing heat but also unintentionally feeling the pounding of his heart. She felt drugged momentarily. She wanted to take a step back and needed to take a step back but didn't. What was happening to her? It has to be his blood coursing through her body. It was making her feel weird.

She hears annoyance with her as he sucked his teeth. "Sorry." She was sure there was an eye roll to go along with it.
He curls his fingers around her upper arms, steadying her. "Breath deep."

"No thanks." She lifts her head to meet his scolding glare. She just felt more and more stupid every time he had to help her. The strongest, most feared Alpha was practically babysitting right now. He had way more important things to be doing and yet here he is, having to save her. What does that say about her?

His brows slowly near each other. "What?"

She blinks. "I mean..." She meant thank you, but no thank you to any more drugs. Lucky for her in that very second his phone vibrates.
He releases her and takes it out of his pocket. "What is it?" He turns his back her way.

She finds her balance and glances at Watson. He was breathing but for how much longer? Alpha Vince would have him killed for sure. It's just a matter of when. She had to find a way to save him. She takes one step in his direction when Alpha Vince stretches his hands back and latches onto her wrist, nearly cutting off the supply of blood in her veins to her fingers.
"Where was he?" He asks the individual on the phone.
She pulls at her hand but his pressure only increases.
"I'm on my way." He puts the device away and turns to her. "Let's go."

"What?" She tugs at her hand. "No... Watson... He needs me."

"No?" He sets his teeth together. "What is it that I did to make you think you have a choice?"

"Why not? You act like we're going to progenate. I just-"

"I don't care!" He makes her flinch. "A level three wolf like him will take a minimum of a couple of weeks to heal. What do you think sitting near him will help?"

"It will help me okay."

The statement seems to infuriate him. He yanks her out of the chambers and takes her to the roadside where a glossy black truck was waiting in idle. "Get in." He swings her in front of the passenger door.

In a circular motion, she rubs on her wrist. "I don't want to."

He takes an intimidating step close to her. "Did I ask?"

She steps back. "I can go back on my own. I-wait..."

He opens the door, forcefully assists her inside, and slams it shut. He comes around to the driver's side and once seated presses a heavy foot on the gas making her jerk forward as he pulls off.

"Don't touch anything." He glances at the hand she just rested on the door.

She looks at her palm and notices how dirty it was and the truck was pristine. The beige leather was practically glistening. She folds her arms to keep from touching."Sorry."

He rolls his eyes and sharply maneuvers the vehicle around a turn.

She actually wished he would go faster. They were passing many Dark members that whipped their heads around when they saw their alpha's vehicle passing by and they all noticed her.
She was going to be known as the needy loser. Not that it mattered.