Page 7 of Fight between Alphas

“You can’t be serious?”

“Deadly serious, you can’t just do what you please and not face the consequences” Arial huffs and I felt a little bad for her because I knew she did it for me.

“I will stay and help” I tell him, but he shakes his head.

“Just go Lana, I will see you at home” She tells me. I look at Ryker, but he shakes his head pointing to Drake and Tate. No, I didn’t want to go home with them and listen to them fight the entire way home.

Dad hands them his keys before they walk out keeping a good distance from each other. Walking out the door, they press the button for the elevator. The thought of being trapped in an elevator with them horrified me. When I didn’t get in, Drake reached forward, gripping my wrist and pulling me in. Tate hit the ground floor button and the doors closed.

“Are you avoiding us?” Drake asked, his warm hand still holding my wrist. I could feel Tate’s eyes watching him

“Nope, just wanted to help my brother” I tell them, stepping away and toward the front of the elevator.

When the doors finally opened, I bolted out and away from them. Walking toward the car park, Tate unlocks the car and I hop in the back doing my best to ignore them.

Tate hops in the driver seat but Drake climbs in the back sitting next to me. I place my bag on the seat between us, my heart skipping a beat as the car fills with their scents making my gums tingle.

Tate starts driving and I can’t wait to get home and away from them.

“Would your father really make her clean the place with a toothbrush?” Tate asks.

“Yes, not the whole office but he will make her clean until close”

“With a toothbrush?” He asks again.

“Yes, are you hard of hearing?” I ask and Drake chuckles beside me. Tate glares at him through the mirror. Halfway home, Drake reaches over grabbing my hand. Sparks rush over my skin and I pull my hand away not liking the feeling. He sighs before running his hand through his hair. Both their scents were becoming overwhelming in the car. Pressing the button, I try to wind the window down but it's locked.

“Can you unlock the windows please” I ask. Tate looks down looking for the button. I started to feel a little claustrophobic and stuffy, their scents were engulfing me and the need to feed was getting worse.

“Unlock the windows” I snap at him, panic coursing through me.

“I am trying, which button is it?” He asks, pressing random buttons on the door trim.

My fangs break through my gums and I could kill my father for making me go home with them. He knows how hard it is around humans for us let alone trapped in a car with two men whose scents were intoxicating to me and addictively sweet.

“Pull the car over” I scream as my fangs protrude. Tate pulls over and I jump out before he even turns the car off. Drake gets out walking over to me, his hand touching my shoulder. I jerk away from his touch.

“Don’t touch me” I snap, trying to regain control.

“Are you okay?” Tate asks and I could hear the concern and confusion in his voice.

“Do I look okay?” I ask, snapping my head towards him. I hear them gasp, clearly, they weren’t used to dealing with vampires let alone a hybrid. Drake composes himself first.

“Do you need blood?” He asks and I shake my head.

“No, your scents are overwhelming. I am fine just give me a second” I tell him and he nods. Drake walks back to the car before leaning in the driver's door and starting the car before finding the button that unlocks the windows. He winds them down.

When I feel my fangs retract, I walk back hopping in the car. Tate starts driving but Drake hops in the front and I am grateful. I could feel Tate’s eyes on me as he kept looking back at me in the mirror like he thought I was going to rip out his artery while he was driving.

“Can I ask how old you both are?” I ask, curious. Tate answers.

“23 and Drake is 25” I nod that didn’t sound so bad, not that it mattered because I am not their mate.

Chapter5

The rest of the trip home was silent, as soon as the car pulled up, I bolted for the house, running straight to my room. My mothers voice reached me as I ran up the stairs.

“Lana is that you?”

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