10| Pained Alpha

Denzel frowned as he swerved to avoid a cyclist, damn cyclists.

“I really should focus on the road more.” He breathed. The problem wasn’t that he had difficulty driving at night. Even under the limited light of the waning full moon, he could see more than enough to be aware of his surroundings, and he wasn’t new to driving. His father had taught him to drive just after he’d clocked fifteen.

He’d gotten his license the week after he’d turned eighteen, and now, at twenty-five years old, he’d been driving for about ten years, so he could drive with headlamps at night like he breathed air, so having to drive with headlamps was not the problem either. The problem was that he was too preoccupied with his many tumultuous thoughts to focus on the present continuous task of driving, but how could he not be absent-minded?

From the moment Nira had spoken her vision to him till the present, his mind had gone into turmoil, thinking about the numerous “whys.”

“Why would Reid want to kill him?”

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