Traffic. It's filled with people with their own stories, what happens when a loud, rebellious teenager crosses paths with a hot but deadly gang leader?
Shoes are a girl's best friend, when it comes to fashion, and escaping from gangs.
________________________________________
Why is the traffic so bad today?
I look out of the window, and ignore the impulse to cry. A large, black Range Rover is beside me. In the driver's seat sits the same man from last night, this time with a bandage attached to his head. Oops.
As if he hears me, he looks up and straight at me, before saying something to the back seats and smirking at me. Before I know it, I have 5 men marching towards my car.
One thing before I die: I'm fucked.
Drifting through the days with her group of friends, Sammy only cared about escaping it all with the help of casual sex, drugs, and alcohol until she met Brett. He swept her away, and the werewolf world consumed her. Partying took a backseat to the passion and danger filled life as an alpha's mate took over. Suddenly she finds herself struggling with what is real.
"Hello Samantha. Do you remember me?" His voice rang in my brain clear and deep. I nodded my head, shock covering my face. Noticing it he reassured me, "Don't be afraid. You know me, my voice. Listen and breathe. You are safe with me." He kept talking to me in my mind. Focusing on the voice I almost didn't realize he was sifting back into his human form.
"Brett?" I questioned him aloud.
"Yes." He answered simply. "We must go, follow me."
"Where are we going?"
"Trust me. You are safe." He held out his hand, and I broke eye contact. Looking down at his hand I noticed his naked skin. His body tensed; it was as if he could sense my attraction the instant I felt it.
"I'm sorry." I said looking away as I realized I had been starring.
"It isn't anything to be embarrassed about. It's an animal instinct. It's natural. Humans only suppress it because they think it's rude. It isn't." He didn't say it like he was bragging but instead with a reassuring confidence about him. "It's actually extremely attracting when a female shows arousal outright." I was shocked; he described me like a lioness in heat. Almost as if my attraction to him was a sign saying 'come get me.' It made me extremely uncomfortable.