The ringing cut off. "Lauren?"
"Hi, Evan."
"Hey, stranger. I was wondering when you were going to call."
I smiled, sitting down on the upholstered bench at the foot of the bed. "Yeah, I'm sorry about that. It's been kind of a whirlwind the past couple of days."
"No worries. I figured you'd need some space with everything going on."
"Yeah," I agreed.
"So, how are things?"
That's a loaded question... I bit my lip, debating how much to tell him.
"Well..."
"Let me guess: The mate bond has you head-over-heels, you're already pregnant, and it's twins."
"What?" I cried out. "God, no!"
"Don't hide it – you've already got the names selected-"
"Where do you get this shit?"
"-and they're Dwayne Jr. and Dwayne the third."
"Oh my Goddess..." I managed to sound aggravated for two seconds before I broke into giggles.
"Seriously though, how is all of that going?"
"Well," I paused, deciding to slightly edit the truth. "We've been on a couple of dates-"
"Really?"
"Really. And, well," I took a breath, "I like him." The words hung in the air of the suite and I hurried to explain, "I know that part of that's the mate bond, but he's kind, he's really considerate, and so far he's taken all of my shenanigans in stride."
"Huh."
I shook my head. "It's weird. I honestly think you'd like him. You know, if circumstances were different."
"I have my doubts about that..."
"I'm serious. We had a whole conversation about Star Wars – STAR WARS, Evan. Also, he apparently has D&D nights with his buddies."
"You're kidding."
"Not even. The man lit up like a Christmas tree when I mentioned that I'd played before."
Evan chuckled, "Laur, you have a type."
"God help me." I muttered. "But, yeah. Dwayne's turned out to be a really good guy."
"That's miles away from our last conversation."
I cringed, remembering how panicked I had been.
"I think he and I both made just spectacularly bad first impressions."
I heard him snort, "You, make a bad impression? Never!"
Frowning, I asked, "Wait, did I tell you about stealing his car? 'Cuz I stole his car."
"YOU WH-" the sound grew distant as Evan apparently set his phone down, but I could still hear the roar of his laughter as clearly as if he were sitting next to me.
As the sound died, I heard him pick up the phone.
"You stole his car?"
I rolled my eyes, blushing. "So, you know how I can get kind of overwhelmed sometimes?"
"Yeah?"
"Well, it was that, but worse. Like, my brain just shut down - all I could think about was getting away, and his car was right there..."
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I Stole the Alpha's Car (18+)|✔️
WerewolfLauren is in trouble. BIG trouble. She found her mate - and he ISN'T her sweet, long-term, long-distance boyfriend. He's an Alpha. Can you blame a girl for panicking? * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * La...