Chapter 93

Freya

When Michael and I arrived at the pack house, he immediately parked the car in the garage while I was still holding my chest because I was so freaking nervous with Michael driving the car so fast as if he suddenly forgot that we're not in a racing match. I couldn't help but feel anxious for my baby boy in my stomach, I was holding the seatbelt too tightly because I was so afraid that I might suddenly glide through the seatbelt with my face hitting the dashboard if ever Michael suddenly hit the brakes without me knowing.

"Are you okay, mate?" Michael asked hesitantly when he noticed that I was not moving and I remained sitting here in his car even though it had been almost a minute since we had arrived at the pack house.

"Am I fucking okay? What the hell is happening, Michael? Why are you in such a hurry to drive back to the pack house?" I ask him and I can't help but slightly raise my voice in annoyance.

"Oh, I'm sorry about that, mate. You didn't smell their scent?" Michael ask