Bad Love: An Alpha's Regret

Chapter 46

The pic is delicious.

Even though it was store bought and a little stale, I can’t remember enjoying something more.

“Thank you,” I say.

He smiles at me.

“Seriously. I still don’t know how you turned up out of the blue or how you knew to come to the

hospital…”

I leave the sentence hanging, but he doesn’t answer my question.

“Well, in any event,” I eventually fill the silence. “I really appreciate you breaking me out. And that pie is

probably the best thing I’ve ever eaten.”

He laughs. “You’re easy to please.”

I tug at the sleeves of the sweater. It’s lightweight but soft. This is from NôvelDrama.Org.

The jeans are too big. They probably would’ve fit a few weeks ago, but now I have to roll them at the

top. I’ve lost weight.

He pulls onto the county road.

“Oh, wait.” I lean forward to gauge where we are. “I think you

wanted to take a right. We need to head north on the interstate.”

He glances over at me. “I’m taking the scenic route.”

I frown at the digital clock. “We might be cutting it too close.”

“I’ve got this. Just sit back and relax for a bit.”

I do sit back, but I feel a little uneasy. I can’t miss my father’s funeral. I think of the road we’re on and

how it loops around. “Brian, I don’t think we can go this way. We’re heading in the wrong direction.”

He doesn’t reply.

My heart starts to pound.

“Hey, we need to turn around.” Only the last word sounds more like ‘wound’ and my tongue feels thick.

“Bwiannn.”

My words are garbled.

My eyes start to droop and it’s hard to move my arms. My head lulls to the side.

“That’s it, sweetie. Don’t fight it.”

Fight it?

Oh my god, he knows what’s happening to me. I stare at the pills in the container on the dash. But he’d

handed them to me, left them in the car. I didn’t take any.

The pie.

“You dwugged-”

Panic consumes me and I try to wrench open the door, but my muscles aren’t responding. I don’t even

have the strength to unfasten my seatbelt.

“Just settle down now,” he tells me. “This isn’t something you need to get all anxious about.

Anxious? “Lemme go!”

I scream. “Help! Help!

He turns up the radio and continues driving down the road.