SHAPE
The Shadow Wolf Trilogy
Nowhere To Go
[Denali’s POV)
I look from Rosco to his father and back while any sense of hope that things would become better recedes.
“Don’t worry,” I continue, forcing a smile. “I won’t cause trouble and will leave quietly.”
It pained me to say this, knowing what was on the line, but I was humiliated, insulted, and shown this entire ordeal wasn’t Rosco’s wish. Because of that, I couldn’t possibly stick around since I knew it would only cause more discord
“Thank you
ou for the kindness you’ve shown me these past six months. I continue, fighting the tears that want to come. “I really appreciated it.”
Done speaking. I turn and make my way out of the room while the heu m their truly not caring if I stayed or if I went.
the two men continue to stare at me. However,
ver, neither move to stop me, further confirming
Letting out a shaky breath, I make my way downstairs and then out the door of the large mansion.
Above, the sky is a sickly green, and lightning flashes, showing a storm is brewing, and I have limited time to find somewhere to go.
Palling my bag close to my chest, I make my way down the long path that leads to the street beyond. When I reach it, the first drops of rain start, and before
can even reach the outskirts of the city, it pours
Cursing my horrible luck, I make a run for it but stop as a sleek black car pulls up beside me and honks.
Frowning, I wait as an overly tinted window begins to lower and Rosco is revealed. Casping. I feel my heart rate kick up. Why y was he here?
“Get in,” he orders, pashing open the passenger side door. “Now.”
For a moment, I don’t speak or move as I try to make sense of what he is doing. Did he really expect me to get in after the way he treated me? I still had my pride.
“Don’t make me repeat myself,” he wams.
The word is leaving my Tips before I even realize it and when Rosco’s expression shifts from mildly annoyed to extremely; I know it wasn’t what expecting
“You’re going to get soaked,” he huffs, clenching and unclenching the steering wheel. Stop being stubborn.”
“I’m fine,” I counter, beginning to walk again. Thanks anyway.”
Ignoring the growl of frustration that escapes him, I continue to move.
I don’t know what he’s thinking–treating me like a whore and then chasing after me–but whatever he has planned won’t work.
At least, that was what I thought until I am lifted and thrown over his shoulder.
“What are you doing? I shout as he carries me back to the car. “Put me down!”
“Nope,” he responds. “See, I can be stubborn too.”
Eyes widening, I attempt to kick Rosco in the face as I’m thrown into the backseat of his car and the door is slamming in my face.
Scrambling up, I claw at the door handle, only to find the child lock is on. This alone causes my panic to grow as I’m left helpless against the same man that humiliated me.
“What are you planning?” I ask, feeling genuine fear for the first time since meeting Rosen. “I left just like you wanted! What else could you possibly…
My voice shakes and tears roll down my cheeks as I realize I’m at this man’s merry.
“Shut up!” He growls, revving the engine to life and then speeding off while I fight to remain upright. “Don’t say a word until we get to where we are going.”
Batang down on any further argument, I brace myself for the minute the car stops. I just have to wait until the door opens, and then….
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Nowhere To Go
“Don’t even think about it,” Rosco warns.
“I don’t know what you mean,” I snap, shooting him a glare, and to my surprise,
, there is a small smile on his lips. “What?”
“Your thoughts are written all over your face.”
Narrowing my gaze, I cross my arms and don’t speak again until we reach our destination, which ends up being a bar in the city’s heart. What the hell was this man planning?
“Are you coming or not?” He asks when I don’t move to get out of the car. “Or do you want me to carry you againTMTM
“No!” I gasp, scurrying backwards. “I can walk by myself.”
“Then get out,” he sighs
Growing quiet, Rosco waits until I do as I’m told and climb out of the warmth of his car, Immediately I shiver because of the chilly wind left by the storm and my wet clothes.
“Here.” he huffs, pulling
goff his coat and throwing it over me.
“Um, thanks,” I murmur, hesitantly taking it from him. Remember, you were the one who gave it to me when you decide to take it back.”
“You can keep it,” he counters. “I don’t like when other people touch my things.”
Rolling my eyes, I don’t bother pointing out that I’ve touched his entire being. At least now he is acting kind of decent, but it’s weird. What in the world was he planning, and why was he suddenly trying to act friendly?
“Instead of standing there trying to figure me out, why don’t you come inside and have a drink? We will talk then-
Shruzzing, I move, following Rosco into the bar and then to a booth in the back. After I settle in, he heads up to the counter and orders us some drinks while all the women standing around eye–fuck him.
When he returns, I find myself being sized up by said women and wish that I could just disappear entirely
“Here,” he announces, passing a glass with a clear liquid in it to me. “Drink up”
Not moving. I eye the cup while wondering exactly what he could h have ordered mor, and when another annoying smile shows, I know that he’s enjoying my
hesitance.
“Don’t worry, little bit,” he chuckles, taking a swig of his own drink. “It’s just water.”
“Don’t call me that,” 1 huff, taking the glass and downing its content. “Please explain why you’re suddenly forcing me to join you here when you couldn’t wait to get rid of me.”
Growing quiet, I wait as Rosco takes me e in with an unreadable expression, and when his light–hearted attitude turns serious, I wish I hadn’t said anything.
“First,” he begins, leaning closer so he can take me in. “I need to apologize for my actions earlier,”
“Apologize,” I gasp, my eyes growing wide. “Don’t tell me all this is for an apology. After what you did, how could…”
At my words, a look of embarrassment crosses his face, but as quickly as it appeared it disappears and his mask of indifference falls into place.
“It isn’t,” he assures me. “And if I didn’t need your help with something, I wouldn’t even be bothering”
“My help”
Raising a brow, I urge him to continue. This was strange indeed. I went from being hated to the core to being needed all in a few hours. Did this man have split personalities or something?
“Tell me,”
sighs, grasping his hands together. “What is the relationship between you and the alpha of Emerald Moon?”
“He’s my father,” I respond instinctively, though I know that isn’t the answer Rosco is looking for. “We…” I continue, wondering if I can actually speak openly. “It’s complicated.”
“Complicated?” He repeats, seeming to not quite understand the word “What’s so complicated about it? Either you hate each other or you’re close. up to me, I would guess the latter, so why don’t you tell me what you really mean?”
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