Banish Me, Alpha: The Human Prey Is an Alpha
I looked back at the rustling bushes, then looked at the dark, warm interior of the Blackwood Range Rover.
I didn't say another word. I stepped up to the vehicle, climbed into the back seat beside the Grand Alpha, and slammed the heavy armored door shut, blocking out the sound of the storm.
The interior smelled of expensive leather, cedarwood, and the terrifying, heavy scent of Alaric’s raw power. The seat heaters were already humming, radiating a deep, penetrating warmth that immediately began to thaw my frozen hands.
Alaric didn't speak. He gave a single nod to Edwin, who climbed into the front, shifted the Range Rover into drive, and tore down the rain-slicked highway toward the glowing l