Page 39 of Alpha Reid

“Let me know when you come back to your senses.”

“K.” She dances through the rest of the song, and when it switches to a slow one next, she turns the volume down low and stares out the window as I drive. All the while, I continually steal glances at her reflection in the passenger window, wondering what’s going on in that beautiful, complicated head of hers.

“How fast does this car go, anyways?” Serena asks after ten minutes or so have passed, sitting up straighter and leaning toward me to try to glimpse the speedometer.

“Fast,” I reply. I slide a sideways glance her way. “Feeling better?”

She presses a finger to her chin, tilting her head. “I don’t know ifbetteris the word. My high’s worn off, if that’s what you’re asking.”

“Bummer,” I smirk.

Serena sighs, pulling a knee into her chest and turning her body toward me. “Are you mad that I smoked a little weed, or that I did it with Chase?”

“I’m not mad,” I say quickly. I glance over at her and she’s giving me a look like she knows I’m full of shit, so I elaborate. “If you’re asking if I’m jealous, I’m not. Chase knows he’s a dead man if he touches you. Not even he’s that stupid.” I flex my fingers on the steering wheel, adjusting my grip. “And I’m not going to tell you who you can and can’t be friends with. But Chase is still in high school, I expect this kind of shit out of him. You’re not. You’re the future Luna of my pack, it isn’t a good look for you to be getting high in the middle of the day. So no, I’m not mad, but I am annoyed.”

“I didn’t ask to be Luna,” she grumbles, staring down at her hands in her lap.

“And I didn’t ask to be Alpha, but here we are.”

I keep driving and Serena’s quiet for a long moment as she sits in the passenger seat and picks at her fingernails. A minute or two passes before she pipes up again.

“Have you ever taken it over a hundred?”

“The car?” I ask, arching a brow and flicking her a sideways glance. “Not in a long time.”

She kicks her leg back down off of the seat, straightening and tucking her hair behind her ears. “Why not?”

I shrug.

Serena rolls her eyes, her head dropping back on the headrest. “A car like this is wasted on someone like you.”

“Someone like me?” I scoff in offense.

“I just mean you’re so…cautious,” she says with a wave of her hand.

I shake my head. “I know what you’re doing, Red.”

“What?” she asks innocently.

“You’re trying to use some reverse psychology bullshit to get me to drive fast.”

Serena’s lips spread into a mischievous grin. “Is it working?”

I can’t help but crack a smile. She’s fuckin’ cute. And she’s partially right, I can’t remember the last time I edged the Mustang over a hundred miles per hour. “Yeah, fuck it,” I sigh, sliding my gaze her way. “Hold on tight, little wolf.”

“Woooo!” Serena cheers, chapping her hands together excitedly as I mash the gas.

The speedometer slides past 50. Then 60.

She rolls down her window, sticking her hand out and laughing as she makes air waves.

70.

80.

Serena lets out another little cheer as she looks over at me with excited eyes, sliding a hand into my lap.

Fuck. I let off the gas for a moment, shuddering as her hand squeezes around my dick through my workout shorts. She smirks and retracts it like the little tease she is, laughing and cheering again.

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