10 Clarissa

Downstairs, Jalen led me to a navy blue beat-up van and we both reached for the passenger door handle at the same time, our hands brushing. He stared at me with a mix of longing and sadness in his eyes, but quickly masked it and returned to his stoic, guarded self.

"Get in the van," he commanded, but his tone was not angry, instead my foolish wolf found it sexy. Jalen walked around to the driver's seat and I climbed into the passenger side.

As he drove I felt the mating scent in the air and whenever I stole glances at him out of the corner of my eye, I felt a shocking sensation that ran from my head to my toes. I knew that he felt it too, the powerful pull of the bond between us.

"You know, it's funny that you think you can just pull a stunt like this and go scot-free without getting punished," I said, trying to start a conversation. "Do you know what my father would do if he found out that you kidnapped me?"

"How many times do I have to let you know this? I'm not scared of your fath