EP 26.

Kayla's POV.

His eyes darted towards me relentlessly, stealing glances with every passing second as he skillfully drove the car.

Truth be told, a growing unease enveloped me in the claustrophobic confines of his presence, an evident fear gnawing at the edges of my composure.

The rhythmic hum of the engine echoed my racing heartbeat, amplifying the tension that hung thick in the air.

I clenched my fist, the fabric of my dress crumpling beneath the force, desperately attempting to maintain composure.

I willed myself to stand strong, praying that Alpha Reynolds would cease his relentless gaze.

Yet, in the depths of my hopeful musings, a stark reality emerged; who was I kidding?

His eyes continued their stealthy dance, stealing glances that intensified the internal struggle.

Questions swirled in my mind like a tempest, demanding answers to the reason for his persistent stare at me.

The pretence of composure shattered within me, the weight of acting ignorant becoming unbeara