Novel & Cerita Driven

When the maid is gone, he continues to make himself busy until the dinner is served. As anger surges through his veins, the world around him becomes a blur of motion. The grip on the steering wheel tightens, his knuckles turning white with intensity. Adrenaline courses through his body, intensifying his senses and heightening his awareness. The engine roars, echoing his frustration as he presses down on the accelerator, unleashing the full power of the vehicle.

" The engine roared to life as he stomped on the gas, peeling away from the curb with a screech of tires that mirrored the scream of frustration in the air between us. The silence inside the SUV was heavier than the steel chassis surrounding us. Draven drove like a man possessed, his knuckles white against the leather steering wheel, the speedometer climbing to dangerous heights. But it wasn't the speed that made my Inner Wolf.pace anxiously in my mind; it was the suffocating density of his scent. Burnt cedar and ozone filled the cabin, thick and cloying, choking out the air conditioning. It was the smell of an Alpha on the brink of violence. "You smell like him," Draven finally broke the si

“Then drive.” *******

On the way we hit traffic, while Gregory and Lanna were quite relaxed me and Acre were on edge, Acre was so bad his hand was on the door handle "Calm down guys it wont be long" Gregory said looking in the rearview mirror. As soon as the car stopped me and Acre lept out of the car ready to tear apart anyone who so much as looked at our mates wrong but as soon as I took a deep breath the sweet scent of the sun,sea,sand and icecream hits me causing me to stop in my tracks and from the looks of things Acre has caught the scent of his mate too.

“Your own hands are controlling a steering wheel?” “Affirmative. Operating a machine. Driving high speed. On a direct vector. Toward your location.” His vocal frequency carried a sharp layer of irritation, and something about the rhythmic thrumming in the background verified the reality that his own alpha hands were driving the transmission, not a hired driver.

noa said, “ drive”

Trevelyan's driver. Well, shit.

He saw no point no more, no matter for how long she continued to drive, they'd follow until both of them were dead. They approached a narrow bridge under which subsisted a mighty river. Given to the rainy reason it surged with gushing force, setting the rhythm of air with its babbles and ripples. Even when the windows were tainted and closed he could smell the hint of fresh water. He felt a strange twist as before they could drive on the bridge, she suddenly changed the gear, completely turning the steering wheel until she drove backwardly on the bridge trunk first, facing the Auclairs' fleet. Her speed slowed, but she still drove watching the approaching cars as they too drove further on th