I gulped, no way, no fricken way my luck was like this.
"Yes , no I'll be home in a few weeks or so, unless something changes." He spoke through the phone, his eyes slightly sweeping across to meet mine before looking back at the street.
I tried to listen but honestly I could not hear anything over the sound of my own heart beating.
"Uhm My King?" I asked after the call ended, trying my best to add a little humor to my voice.
He cleared his throat and looked back towards the road, "inside joke with my dad...you know he acts like a king."
Oh the irony.
"Lets put on some music hey?" He leaned his hand forward but I hit it down.
"Nope that is very cliche, some romantic eighties song will start playing and yada yada yada." I exclaimed my voice getting smaller towards the ends
He smirked, " I like cliches, but you watch too many movies, no radio station plays 80s music this early."
"Well I hate them."
Actually I was tired of them. I was a living princess. The highest cliche in the world.
"Come on Roja, let's listen."
He leaned down and pressed the button causing a folk/blues/pop song to start playing.
"What is this?"
"it's a song love." He laughed.
I found myself slightly bopping my head to the beat but my mind was more focused on the lyrics.
I'll be riding shotgun underneath the hot sun feeling like a someone
Today must be National Irony Day That or my life is a living irony.
"Are we there yet?" I asked after the song has ended.
"Hello?"
"Excuse me."
"You know I take it back. You were better quiet." He stated earning a scoff from me. I wrapped my hands around my chest and turned to the car door.
"Fine I won't talk."
"Roja?"
"Don't call me that." I snapped " it isn't even my name."
"Well I don't know your name."
I felt his hand on my shoulder turning my body to him, when I fully faced him he let his hand lie on my cheek.
"I'm sorry, I was lost in my mind." He apologized followed by a small smile. Something that made my heart flutter but my brain screaming at me that I don't know this man.
"Why do you call me Roja?"
"It's Spanish,"
"That doesn't answer my question." I state.
"You don't want to tell me your name. So I have to call you something. Roja is perfect. It fits you."
I scoffed. "It means silent?" I guess.
He just laughed leaving me to foster an answer alone.
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The Blonde Alpha
WerewolfAlecander Bloom, a miracle child...or at least one of them. His parents love life was never simple and even he doesn't know the whole story partly the reason why his heart belongs to a young Stride. But why is Fate always against the Bloom's and why...
