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Wild (A Savage Alpha Shifters Romance)(6)
Author: D.D. Prince

He slaps the window, making me stop talking, making my body freeze tight before I dive through the two front seats into the back. I catch the sight of back dimples and I try really hard not to look downwards as more of his form comes into view, not wanting to see his bare ass or, god forbid… the front.

“Boyfriend,” he repeats through tight teeth and slaps the roof angrily.

He says it almost like it’s a dare or like I have audacity to have a boyfriend.

“Oh my God. Did you just dent my roof, too?”

The car begins to slide some more, and I think oh shit as it rolls. He gets a furious look on his face as he moves with the car, holding onto the roof, as if he’s trying to stop it from moving, but he’s only sliding with it. It rests with a crunch sound against that tree that makes me groan. My poor little purple car.

I’m trembling all over. I’m trapped in my car, which is now crunched, with no phone signal and a naked door handle-breaking man. Plus, a wolf is out there somewhere! Unless I’ve really lost it and he is also that wolf.

Damn it! I chastise myself for letting the thought seep past the lunacy-prevention barrier I’ve worked so very hard to keep in place my whole life. Too late. Here we go…

My brain unleashes all I’ve been trying to stop from invading it.

Same green eyes. Wolf goes, man is here. Naked. Nope, nope nope. No. That’s crazy. But it’s obvious. The naked man is a werewolf. But it’s crazy. I’ve seen too many scary movies. I’ve listened to Auntie Nelle and her crazy “we are not alone” and “magic is real” hyperbole one too many times. Strangely, today is the one-year anniversary of her death.

I shiver. Wait, what? It is, isn’t it?

This whole night feels like a bad, scary movie. There’s no such thing as werewolves. But…

I’m still clutching my cell in my hand. I tap the screen and look. I see a bar. A bar! I key in 9-1-1.

The sky darkens and strangely lightens while the rain halts. It goes from pounding hard to just stopping, like someone turned it off with a dial.

The call fails.

“Fuzz!” I snap.

He pushes with his fingertips hard against the top of the driver’s window and I hear it protest. He grunts with effort, glaring at me with an angry look on his face.

“No,” I whisper.

The sound tells me he’s having success. What kind of strength?

I hit the screen to redial 9-1-1. With trembling fingers.

Fail.

No signal.

He pushes the entire window in. It collapses. It falls in on the driver’s seat like the little black windows on my little brother’s toy dinky cars.

Holy shit. I’m not safe. I’m in big trouble. Even if I got my call through, there’s no time for help to get here.

He reaches in, fumbles until he finds the inner handle and opens the door. I scream and grab the button on the door closest to me, lift it, thrust the door open and before realizing I’m leaning into the door, I fall, onto all fours on the wet ground.

I scamper away, trying to run back up the hill to get to the road. I glance back and see the wolf sprint from the car (from the car!) and it’s running toward me. Oh shit, shit, fuck! It is a wolf. A wolf! A huge one.

Then he isn’t wolf. He’s running on two legs again as a guy. A naked running guy. He gets closer, and closer and then I’m hefted up off the ground.

He has me. Of course he caught me. And the minute he does, he makes a roaring sound of triumph. I cry out and go for his face with my nails. He hisses in surprise as my fingers rake across his cheek. The guy looked big through the window but in the flesh, he is absolutely huge. And he’s bleeding from where I scratched him.

We fall to the ground and he’s wolf again. It’s as if an animal has just…kind of… burst from his skin. It’s mind-blowing and reminds me of that Michael Jackson music video, when faces just… morphed.

“No, please.”

I’m on my back on the ground and the massive black furry animal with the humongous teeth is standing over me. I crab-crawl backwards a few steps and it lets out a loud, deep bark. I scream and flip, then scramble to my feet and run.

I get three feet, max, when I feel something furry land on me and pin me with its body. Oh no. This is it. He’s going to rip me to shreds. I hear the deep rumbling voice. “Shh. You’re safe.”

He’s a man again and he’s what’s pinning me to the ground.

No. No! I’m pinned on the ground and his mouth is at the back of my neck, smelling me. What? He turns me and lifts me up into his arms like I’m a bride and then I’m being carried back to my car. My poor crunched-into-a-tree car.

We approach the side I escaped from and he slides me in through the still open door. He lays me on my back and climbs on top of me.

Oh no. Oh dear God, no.

Pinning me to the seat, his nose moves across my throat to behind my ear. He’s so wet from the rain that it’s dripping on my face. My face is also wet with tears. Is this how it goes? The end? I can’t let this be the end. What a fucking waste. I save the f-word for when it really counts. This feels like it really counts.

“No!” I shout. “Help!” I scream in case by some miracle there’s someone that can hear.

My car is little and he’s big and he’s on me but only half-way in, so the door is open. If I can get out from under him…

I bring my knee up and catch him by surprise as I hit the target. He grunts. But he doesn’t roll off. The space is too small; we’re just too confined.

He looks away and grits his teeth.

I struggle as he tries to recover from the nut-kneeing; I’m completely pinned and worried because … am I about to be backhanded for that?

His eyes meet mine. It’s dark in here, but they’re reflective like a cat’s. Or I guess… a wolf’s.

Duh. Of course they are.

“What are you called?” he asks, voice husky.

He’s obviously recovered from my knee to the groin and he doesn’t seem angry. In fact, the way his chest rises and falls while he’s looking at me? Like he wants to eat me alive. And not in a wolf for dinner way… in a naked man on top of a woman way.

The sky is bright. It’s still night, but through the sunroof I see there are so many stars and such a bright moon that it’s as if things the moonlight touches are almost glowing.

I shake my head. It seems important to him to know my name, but I’ve decided that I won’t be telling him.

I do my best to shove and he doesn’t budge. I try to go for his face again. He huffs and pins both my wrists down while giving me a look of admonishment. He looks around for a minute and then grabs my bag and fishes through it with one hand, holding my wrists pinned over my head in his other massive hand. I try to kick and squirm but he’s so heavy on me. He puts more weight down as he pulls my wallet out of my bag. I see a bunch of other things fall out as he flicks the snap open and the contents of my wallet fall all over me. He lifts a card and drops it. He lifts another one that I assume is my driver’s license.

“Ivy Adeline Brennan,” he says and then he smiles. “Ivy Adeline Brennan,” he repeats, and he says my name as if supremely pleased or something.

It’s not bright enough to read something in this dark car interior, even if the moon seems ridiculously bright tonight. I don’t even know how he made my name out. But I kind of do. It’s very obvious that I’m having a nightmare. A nightmare where a wolf turned into a naked man and a wolf again, then a man again, and he has night vision.

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