"Why couldn't I have remembered to bring a jacket this morning?" Kristen scolded herself as she walked the six blocks from her job to her home.
"Hey babe," a drunk guy stumbling out of the bar said. She ignored him and walked a bit faster. Sadly he didn't get the hint and ran to catch up with her. Just great she thought to herself. "Hey, what's a babe like you doing all alone?" He said.
She turned to face him and realized it wasn't just some drunk dude. He was a senior at her high school. It was Drake Fowler. "Drake, please go somewhere else with your drunkenness. I have to get home." Drake Fowler, the school's infamous playboy.
If this was a normal night she would've been ecstatic that he was talking to her, let alone calling her a babe. The fact that she wasn't shocked her into a standstill. She should be ecstatic, not annoyed and yet there it was again. Anger and another feeling. Fear? He's here, a voice whispered.
"Who?" She accidentally said out loud. "Who, what?" Drake said, clueless that she wasn't talking to him. "Nothing. Just go back into the bar and bother other people."
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Stuck with an Alpha
Hombres LoboShe didn't want to know him. He came into her life like a hurricane and destroyed her reality. He has no control. She takes away what little he has with one look. Adrian was born into the werewolf world of secrecy and power plays. Kristen thought s...
