The Alpha's Guilt

Iris

The fast BMW finally jerks into a parking spot in the high school lot. My stomach unclenches the second Lucien cuts the engine, the sudden silence replacing the deafening heavy metal music. I scramble for the door handle. All I want is the safety of the crowds milling around the front steps.

Before my fingers can even graze the cold plastic, Lucien’s long fingers clamp down on my upper arm.