Page 16 of The Alpha's Sold Pregnant Mate

“I heard that.” He gestured a finger in the air without stopping or turning to look at her.

How the hell does he keep doing that?

“Wait.” She increased her pace and caught up with him, “You haven't told me where we're going.”

Now, they were out of the woods, and her breath seized for a moment as he saw a sleek black car parked by the side of the road.

“Whoa!”Came the soft exclamation.

He walked over to the car and opened the front passenger door like a perfect gentleman while she stood there frozen in shock.

“You coming?” he asked, and she immediately got a hold of herself.

Esme couldn't believe that she was walking over to a car, the door of which was held open for her by this handsome man. Cautiously, she looked at him before getting inside. He smiled and shut the door, then walked over to the other side and got in.

The expensive red leather seats crunched as she sat. The air was thick with the sweet scent of fine leather and a touch of metallic freshness. The interior exuded luxury and style.

Her pet poked out its head and turned to look up at her face.

“It's cold in here. I know,” she mouthed.

Asher shut the door and started the engine. “You ready?”

“Mr. Grey, for the fifteenth hundredth time… Where exactly are you taking me?”

“To my Pack. We're going to my Pack.” He revved the engine and drove away.

Esme was confused about what he meant by ‘Pack’, but she shrugged at the thought that was sneaking its way into her head.

As he drove, she leaned her head against the window and focused her gaze across the horizon. They whooshed past trees, and she wondered if she was making the right choice. Her mind was made up already, and she was prepared for whatever she may encounter at their destination.

But was she, though?

“That man…” Asher began, “Why did he treat you the way he did?” He didn't take his eyes off the road.

“I'm not entirely sure,” she replied without taking her gaze off the tree mirage. “Why did my father call you ‘The Reaper’?” She looked at him.

“I don't know.” He glanced at her.

“Can I ask you something personal?” she inquired of him.

“Yeah, by all means, please.”

“Why is your heart so heavy?”

“What?” His surprise was palpable in his eyes. “Why do you think that?”

“Because you seem worried about something. Very worried, actually.”

Asher looked at her, and now, she clearly saw that burden in his eyes.

“Do you want to talk about it?” she asked sympathetically. Asher really looked like he needed a hug. Of course, she knew when someone was deeply concerned about something—that had been her life for a very long time. So, detecting an unhappy person, no matter how much they tried to mask it, was something that she could do effortlessly.

“Actually, yes, I do want to talk. But we'll discuss it when we get home.” He slowed down the car and steered it to the right.

As he took that turn, Esme realized that they were heading toward a place that resembled the cursed lands she had heard about. She'd never been there before, but the stories had painted a perfect picture in her head. And now, she was seeing what looked exactly like what they had described.

“...You're the Reaper from the cursed lands,” the words resounded in her head as they drove toward that desolated place, the sight of which gave her the creeps.

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