Page 103 of The Alpha King's Curse: Part One

Werewolves.

Her head started to spin as that possibility whirled around and around in her head.

It was impossible. Werewolves were fiction. This was real life.

“Miss Layla,” the man repeated. “We really have to head back, or Jackson will wonder why we’re taking so long.”

She pushed the ridiculous thoughts out of her head and walked towards the two men.

The two huge men who were as big as all the werewolf fiction books said.

Stop. She had to stop. It was impossible.

She started to walk down the trail. The men walked beside her without speaking another word. Or were they communicating telepathically?

No. Impossible.

She started to jog. The men kept her pace. The trees became sparser, and more sunlight reached them. She snuck a look at the younger man running beside her. Did his eyes also glow?

No.

She couldn’t think like this. Even if the story fit, it was ridiculous.

She ran faster until she came out of the woods. People were still walking around; nothing had changed out there. But her head... Her head was different. It kept trying to connect things that shouldn’t have been connected.

Were they all werewolves? Was that why they lived in the middle of the dangerous forest?

Were they the wolves that everyone in town was scared of?

No.

Impossible.

Things like that didn’t happen.

They were a weird cult. A group of narcissistic people who believed they were superior. They wouldn’t have lived in the woods if such giant monsters roamed in them, killing each other. That didn’t seem safe for anyone.

Before she was ready, she was deposited in the lobby, and the two men nodded and walked back out.

Her heart was still beating steadily.

“I told you I wasn’t going to take long. If you’d been that eager to go back for a run, you should have found me.”

She sucked in a breath and looked at the man descending the stairs. His hair was wet from a shower, and he’d changed into a dark t-shirt and a pair of jeans.

Alpha? The highest-ranked werewolf?

She had to stop. The pressure in her head became unbearable as she looked at the impossibly handsome man approaching her.

Too handsome to be a mere human.

And the night he had saved her from being kidnapped, he’d just happened to be nearby?

“Layla, I’m speaking to you. Why did you leave the bedroom without me?”

The growls outside the truck when she had been tied up with Brit. The screams. The way the screams had stopped one by one.

Werewolves.

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