Marcel had been driving for over six hours now and I was starting to get restless. I turned over because I had decided to try to sleep about an hour ago. I looked behind me Annette was asleep. She looked really sweet, she was roughly around my age and she looked like one of the girls I'd usually hang out with. I returned back to looking outside the window it was dark and had started to rain. I could barely make out anything. Although this area did seem quite packed though I could only make out a few houses but not too many. The houses though were quite big and looked rather expensive.
"So what's your favorite color?"
I turned to Marcel he was scratching his neck and kept on looking at me every now and then. I started laughing he looked absolutely hilarious. Was he that nervous to ask me what my favorite color is?
"Pink. And you."
He scrunched up his face obviously surprised that I actually answered his question.
"Black and grey."
I shrugged.
"Well I guess I shouldn't be surprised for goddess sake you're Marcel Sinister of course your favorite color would be one of the creepiest and most depressing colors."
He looked at me full not even glancing at the road.
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"Marcel watch the road for goddess sake do you want to get us killed."
He looked thoughtful before grinning and answering;
"I turn back to the road only if you answer my question."
"What the hell is wrong with you are you crazy why does it matter."
He growled at me calling him crazy. I flinched back and leaned back away from him. He grabbed my arm and I looked in his eyes they had turned black. His grip was tight, too tight. He pulled me towards him. I winced at the pain. What's his problem?
"ANSWER THE GOD DAMN QUESTION!"
I jumped back and saw out of the corners of my eyes that Annette had woken up and was watching whilst smirking.
"Come on Marcel isn't it obvious your Marcel Sinister everyone flinches when they hear your name your the almighty King Alpha the most feared Alpha in the land even I'm scared of you and your not helping the situation."
His eyes were swirling both black and grey. Holy shit he was angry.
"WHAT. DO. YOU. MEAN. I. SCARE. YOU?"
Oh for goddess sake Marcel even you can answer that one only five seconds ago you were rapin................"
He roughly let go of my arm. I shouldn't have said that. Why would I say that. I mentally slapped my forehead. I just dug my own grave like holy hell. Marcel was quiet and every time I looked at him he was tense and his muscles were flexing whilst he grabbed unto the steering so tight his knuckles turned white. I reached over to touch him and try to apologize for what I said and tell him that I didn't mean it but he jerked form my touch. I faintly saw a sign that signaled that a hotel is near. Marcel must have seen it too because minutes later he stopped the car in front of a fancy and big hotel. He got out the car. I undid my seat belt and followed him. The boot was opened so I lifted it and pulled out my suitcase. I walked over to Marcel to see him carrying Annette out of the car whilst her eyes were closed as though she was asleep.

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Me, My Alpha and I (Discontinued)
Hombres LoboSqueals turned to screams, laughs turned to choking, wine turned to blood, joy turned to fear. All of this inflicted by one man. Marcel Sinister. Child killer, wife raper, the most evil man to walk among us. Make sure to lock your doors at night an...