ᴛᴏ ᴋɪꜱꜱ ɪɴ ᴄᴀʀꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ᴅᴏᴡɴᴛᴏᴡɴ ʙᴀʀꜱ
ᴡᴀꜱ ᴀʟʟ ᴡᴇ ɴᴇᴇᴅᴇᴅ
ʏᴏᴜ ᴅʀᴇᴡ ꜱᴛᴀʀꜱ ᴀʀᴏᴜɴᴅ ᴍʏ ꜱᴄᴀʀꜱ
ʙᴜᴛ ɴᴏᴡ ɪ'ᴍ ʙʟᴇᴇᴅɪɴ'.
in which the sarcastic and emotional girl falls for the true alpha and everyone realizes it but them.
"i vant to suck your blood."
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·˚ ༘₊· ͟͟͞͞꒰➳PROLOGUE
I sing along to the old rock song on the radio with my dad, as he drives us to our new "home". We still have 2 hours left of our 10-hour drive, which resulted in me being car sick just a mere 3 hours in. I usually don't mind car rides, I love them actually, but it didn't help that I was already nervous. Mostly about starting school in between semesters, my sophomore year to be exact. How am I supposed to make any friends in the middle of the year? Maybe I'm overthinking it.
I look to the backseat and unzip my cat, Milo's crate, letting him climb into my lap. I reach into the side pocket of the fabric crate and grab a squeezable treat for him, feeding it to him as he purrs.
I reach behind my seat to get to my bag, fiddling with the zipper, I take out a ponytail and put my hair up. I roll my window down, closing my eyes and taking in a breath of fresh air, Milo doing so as well, causing me to chuckle. He's always panted like a dog, the vet said it was nothing to worry about, fortunately.
"You doing alright, sweetie?"
"Huh? Oh, yeah don't worry I'm not gonna get sick again." I laugh as I reply to my father.
I pull out my phone, seeing no notifications, sighing I put it in the cupholder and lean my head on the door as Milo naps on the floor by my feet.
"Maggie.. Listen I know you wanted to stay in Albuquerque, but I had to come for work. Plus, I think this will be good for you, you can make some new friends. A fresh start never hurt anybody." He tells me.
I can't help but scoff as I respond, "I already know I had no friends dad, you don't need to remind me. I'm sure nothing will change, and you won't even tell me why your work needs you here. You don't tell me anything."
He clears his throat and adjusts his hands on the steering wheel.
I look up at him and frown. "I-I'm sorry dad, I didn't mean to be so harsh, it's just hard. I understand your work is private, it just sucks I have to move so far and don't even really know why. You're not some mafia boss right? Or however that works."
He laughs loudly, "Oh god, no, no nothing like that. It's not dangerous I just can't disclose certain things. I hope you understand sweetie. I'm sorry that this is hard for you." He reaches over and squeezes my hand, making me look at him and smile.
We spend the rest of the car ride talking. I was asking questions about work, and he was surprisingly answering most of them. He was telling me things he did as an arms dealer, and what was expected of him. I knew what he did for work, but I never bothered asking in depth questions about it. It was nice to know, I understood a bit more.
