Alpha Noah ✔️

Chapter Six

Word Count: 1718

~Abella

Why did I agree to this?

This is a bad idea. Not to mention, I look stupid, standing here, wearing a dress. I never wear a dress. It's a purple dress, that I dug up from the back of my closet that I swear Sam gifted me once for my birthday a few years ago. It will have to do though, even if I'm trying to convince myself that I don't need to look good. I'm just giving him is money back, that's all...

Thankfully, once I step outside into the apartment hallway, no one is standing around to witness me walking around with a black duffle bag over my shoulder. It's bulging too, clearly there to conceal something.

Maybe I should just shove the bag into Cian's chest and say goodbye to him forever. I have a feeling, though, he wants more from this dinner than the return of his money.

And that thought scares me.

Exactly I assume, Cian is standing just outside the apartment doors. He looks simply magical, standing under the bright illumination of the street light outside. He wears dark pants and and a dark blue suit jacket with faint glitter embedded into the fabric. It resembles the night sky so brilliantly, it almost hurts to look at.

He looks a little overdressed to be going to the local bar and diner. Of course, he seems like the guy who wants to look the best wherever he goes.

"I'll have this put in the trunk," Cian comments, as another man in a suit appears from behind me, taking the duffle bag from off my shoulders. I flinch, but I let him take it away to the car parked against the curb.

At least that is dealt with.

"You look beautiful tonight, by the way," Cian says smoothly, to which I only tightly smile. I'm going to get through this night as quietly, and as quickly as I can. If I don't seem interesting, why would he want to take me on another date. He's so persistent I know if he wanted another, he would do his best to get it.

We both get into the backseat of the car, which is an expensive luxury in this Pack. If only i had a car. It would make my life much easier. Of course, I don't mention that.

He would probably gift me one.

"We could have just walked to the bar," I comment, sliding uncomfortably on the leather seat as we turn the corner. Showing up in a car like this is going to raise questions with the locals. They will be sure to press me on it the moment he is gone.

"Oh we're not going to the bar. I have other plans for us," he tells me, his feline smile lighting up his eyes with a flickering spark.

I turn, looking out the window, my heartrate accelerating. What does this mean? The driver is moving us swiftly through the town, leaving behind the familiar bar and apartment buildings. Last night, he never specified anything, which means I could be stuck in a car with a crazy person who is taking me far away from home.

It dawns on me, that perhaps he is taking me to his home. There is a suburb outside of my town that is for some of the wealthiest in this Pack. Sam and I used to joke about how such rich people could comfortably live next to the poor.

Now it doesn't seem so funny.

We drive up the hill, smooth pavement underneath the car leading us up to the immaculate suburb made up of the most towering mansions. We move up the hill, passing many I marvel on our drive up. We stop at none, until finally, we hit a driveway that leads to the top most point of the hill. This must be his place.

"I hold parties here every weekend, if you're interested in coming. You can bring your friend too. I'm not always there, but if I know you are, I'll be sure to stop in," he tells me, to which I snap my attention to him.