Chapter 8

Alpha Grey POV

Chicago

I felt a roar snarling up in my chest at the sight of watching her suffer from the pains in her swollen legs. I watched her from the mirror, she curled up in the back seat like prey, I can smell her great fear washing over her like a pour down.

I gave my hand a right turn on the steering, pcking the black truck in front of the Mart-packing lot, she bumped her forehead against the back seat as I dragged the break to halt the car.

The driving hadn't sickened her, but the number of head bumping she had got was irritating enough. The inconvenience was owed to the gallop on the roads, and the pot scraps holes disguised by snowflakes.

She only lifted her face, after the heating of the engine laid to rest. Only then did she realise how icy the temperature outside and in the car was when the heat of the Truck decelerated.

Unexpectedly, I wedge the brown boxes falling from the back with my hands, they attempted to fall on her face. She curled herself in the leather sea