Behind Enemy Lines

Chapter 4

Chapter 4

"Turn around!" I scream at him for at least the fiftieth time. So far, no luck, and I doubted he would actually turn around.

To my surprise, he says, "Okay."

My eyes widen in delight, "Really!?"

"No," And just like that, my hopes were once again diminished to nothing.

"Asshole," I grumble and he chuckles.

He glances at me, "I've been called a lot worse, sweetheart."

I groan in frustration, "Stop calling me that! I am not your 'sweetheart'!"

Hayden smirked at me, "The fates say otherwise."

"Screw the fates!" I shrieked, "They messed up!"

"You just hate the fact that you want to hate me, but can't," He tells me, and he's right. That's exactly why I was lashing out. Was I going to let him know that was the reason? Of course not.

Rolling my eyes at him, I folded my arms across my chest, "Get over yourself."

We were out of the Moonshine Pack's territory-- now Hayden's territory-- and in no-man's-land. This, can be translated into Rogue Territory. Hayden sped up even faster and honestly I'm surprised a cop hasn't pulled us over yet.

"You're going to kill us," I held onto my seat as he neared the seventy miles per hour range.

He laughed a little, "I've driven twice this speed and I'm obviously still alive. Besides, we're more likely to die from a rogue attack than from me wrecking this car."

"That's reassuring," I muttered to myself. Apparently, he heard me.

After another hour of driving and bantering, we start to slow down and turn down a street that is shrouded by woods. At the end of the street, sits a humongous house and I realize that we're on a driveway, and not a road. My eyes widen a little bit.

Hayden smiles, "Welcome home, sweetheart."

"I'm not a sweetheart," I mumble, though there's not arguing force behind my voice as I stare at the building in awe. He parks at the top of the circle driveway, next to the grand double doors that lead into the house. And I thought my house was big.

My door was opened and I looked to see Hayden holding it open for me, offering his arm to help me out. Not taking it, I put the pout back on my face and folded my arms, jumping down by myself. I heard him sigh, and he walked in front of me to open the door to the house. I thought the outside was beautiful, but it was nothing compared to the inside.

There was a grand staircase that led upstairs and it was your typical, cliche mansion, but at the same time it was homey and not as antique as you'd expect it to be.

It was woodsy, I finally declared.

"Hayden!" A small voice shouted, and footsteps pounded down the stairs. Rounding the stairs, a young girl with olive skin and caramel hair came running to him. She jumped and he picked her up in his arms immediately.

He smiled at her, "Hey, Liv. How's it hanging?"

The girl, Liv, was no older than ten. She pouted, "It's boring here without you. Gemma doesn't play the games like you."

"That's because I'm not him," A new voice spoke up, running in. It was a girl, about the same age as me, and I presumed she was Gemma. She had blonde hair in loose curls and wore minimal makeup. I couldn't help but feel a little jealous because of how pretty she was. When she saw Hayden, she stood a little taller, "Sorry, Alpha Hayden, she ran out of the room before I could stop her."