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Are these Alphas really supposed to be the best of the best?
They both couldn't care less about me, except Landon was more polite about it.
And even more embarrassing, I could feel waves of slick pulse through my underwear and into my slick pad.
I wanted, for the first time in over a year. It’s as if my inner Omega woke back up in their presence.
Idiot.
The parking lot is blurry, and I wipe at my eyes as I struggle to fish my keys out of my purse.
But the sense of loss is strong, and the feeling that I’ve somehow failed my best friend haunts me as I stumble on the pavement in my heels.
I’m so lost in my head that I don’t move away in time from the whirl of black that comes rushing towards me.
There’s a screeching of tires, then I’m airborne. I’m looking up at the clouds as my body rolls, and my back slaps hard against something solid.
Then I meet the pavement, my head exploding with pain.
It takes a moment for me to realize what’s happening. Someone is cursing, people are shouting, and the contents of my purse are scattered around the parking lot. My tube of pink lip gloss rolls by my head, as if to mock me.
I blink up at the cloudy sky, dazed.
I just got hit by a car.
Groaning, I roll to my side, vaguely aware that my skirt is riding up and my legs are on fire. I scramble on my hands and knees, trying to stand, but stumble back on my ass.
“You’re going to jail, motherfucker! Who drives through a parking lot like that?!” someone screams, and arguing ensues.
Someone is much more upset about this than I am.
This time, I successfully stand, but wince as gravel digs into my bare feet.
Great. My heels must have come off in the accident. I see the sports car that hit me and am amazed I’m still conscious. The windshield is cracked and there’s a dent on the hood.
They must have been speeding when they hit me.
“Wow,” I breathe, as I blink slowly. “Ow.”
“You got her? I’m calling an ambulance!” a panicked voice yells.
Landon, the one that pretended to care but respectfully rejected me, stands at the opposite edge of the parking lot near the entrance to the building. He heads toward me, and I try to shake my head and tell him that I’m fine, but I stumble again. Strong arms encircle me, and I’m suddenly pressed against a clothed chest that smells like linen and the faintest trace of cigarette smoke.
“Whoa, hey, I’ve got you,” the low voice says, slightly breathy. “Skylar? Hey, can you hear me?”
It takes me a moment to realize who’s holding me, but my head hurts too much to argue.
River.
He smells like pepper and chaos, but his embrace is strong. His touch affects me, even though I don’t want it to. A live wire runs through me, and it’s all I can do to not sag against him.
“Asshole,” I mutter into his chest, and I hear him huff out a laugh.
“You’re not wrong. But I’m going to help you sit until the ambulance arrives,” he replies. “Just keep your eyes open for me. Don’t close them.”
“Too late for that,” I mumble. “I’m sleepy.”
“Hey, I need her insurance information,” an irritated voice says. “She walked right in front of me. That shit’s not my fault.”
