The Alpha's Baby(48)

"Good." She nodded. "See you tomorrow."

"Bye."

She waved at him and then shut the door.

After she watched Donovan climb into his car, she pulled out of the parking lot and drove onto the main road. Rain came pouring down from the dark clouds, spattering the windshield. She tightened her grip on the steering wheel, cursing the god of rain. Tonight she was anxious enough without having to deal with the sheets of water pouring down from the clouds. Almost home…almost home…she chanted in her head as she placed her foot on the pedal.

She watched her headlights dance on the wet sheen of asphalt as she drove to her apartment. Just as she was heading down a secluded road, a person stepped right in front of the car. With a scream of horror, she stamped on the brake. The car screeched and careened.

As her car spun around, she wrapped her arms around her stomach, trying to protect the baby within her. The car collided with a massive pine tree and came to a halt with a sickening crunch. For an awful moment, everything was still.

My baby! she thought, pressing her hand against her waist. Luckily, she was certain that her unborn child was fine. Her shoulders slumped with relief. Unfortunately, that was when she realized that she'd almost hit somebody. She peered in the rearview mirror and saw a figure standing in the rain. What was he, a guy on a suicide mission? It was one thing to endanger his own life by walking out in front of a car, but it was another thing entirely to hurt somebody else.

Both furious and concerned, she jumped out the door.

"What the hell is going on?" She stomped through the rain, heading toward the figure.

The man who'd stepped in front of her car turned toward her, and she recognized who it was at once. It was Jake. Oh God, she'd walked straight into his trap. She took a staggering step backward as his dark eyes turned a poisonous green. With a scream of terror, she slipped and fell to her knees. Jake took another step toward her as his face began to change.

His skin became covered in chestnut-colored fur. Soon his face elongated, revealing a thick snout. White fangs curved over dark lips. His back bent, and his bones let out loud cracking sounds. A dark tail sprung from his body, whipping through the sheets of rain.

Oh God, it was a…a…

"Werewolf!" she screamed.

And unfortunately, that was when he began to snarl. Even then, during what was the scariest moment of her life, her first thought was to protect her unborn child. If she died, then the baby would die too. She gasped and, with momentum startling for a woman that hadn't gone to the gym in the past five years, hurtled herself toward her car.

Flinging herself inside, she prayed that her engine still worked despite the fact that she'd run into a tree. She put the car in reverse and, thank God, the car rushed backward. There was a big bang and then a dull thud. Had she hit him? Not stopping to find out, she put the car into drive and hurtled down the road. When she glanced in the rearview mirror, she saw that Jake was in the middle of the road staring at her car.

Shit. She may have hit him, but he definitely wasn't dead.

Still, he couldn't catch her now, could he? As thoughts whirled in her head, fat tears of anguish poured down her face. She cried in fear and pain and confusion. What the hell had just happened? Werewolves weren't supposed to be real. Maybe she was having some sort of confusing dream related to pregnancy hormones. She pinched her leg and felt pain, but she didn't wake up from her nightmare. No, she had to face the facts that this was reality, and if this was reality, then that meant werewolves were real.

Double shit.

She let out a loud sob, certain that her life would never be the same again. At that moment, Sebastian's words echoed in her mind: "No, sweetheart, I'm saying that I'm a…a…werewolf." She was so horrified that she almost drove her car straight into a tree again. The only thing that held her back was the fact that she was certain that Jake was following behind her, and she didn't think that her car would survive another collision. After all, the scent of burning rubber already filled the car, reminding her of how lucky she was her vehicle was still running to begin with.

But if Sebastian was a werewolf, then what the hell did that mean? And worse yet, what did that mean for her baby? She stared down at her stomach in openmouthed horror, half expecting to hear growling coming from her womb. Her baby was a werewolf, which meant that it was monstrous like Jake. No, wait, she refused to think of her baby as a monster. It was her child. She couldn't do that.

Yet she couldn't say that she didn't think of Sebastian as a monster. Her fists tightened on the steering wheel as she thought of him. Boy, she was angry, and she thought she had the right to be. Sebastian had hidden so much from her. He may have been the father of her baby, but she knew nothing about him. He was a stranger. And worse yet, he was a dangerous stranger.