The Alpha's Hardest Game
The sharp, distinct sound of an umbrella opening echoed through the roaring thunder.
Avery froze, her muscles locking in instant survival instinct. She slowly tilted her head back. Standing just three feet away, completely shielded from the downpour by a large black umbrella, was Cole Sterling. The golden lights from his family’s distant mansion caught the sharp, aristocratic angles of his face. His piercing blue eyes were wide, fixed on the muddy ground where the vehicle had just vanished, before slowly moving down to lock onto her face.