Chapter 5: A Detour
LUCIAN'S POV
I drummed my fingers on the steering wheel, glancing at the woman next to me for what had to be the tenth time in five minutes. She was curled up in the passenger seat, sniffling quietly, her face still blotchy from the tears I apparently interrupted in the parking lot. Her curly light brown hair was a mess, and she looked like a stiff breeze could blow her away.
Why in the world did I pick her up?
I shot a glare at the road ahead, annoyed with myself. My wolf, Ares, was practically bouncing around in my head like a child on too much sugar.
"Mate! Mate! Mine!" he had chanted the same lines earlier when I first saw her crying.
"Oh, shut up."
"I'm telling you, Lucian, she's the one. Can't you feel it?" Ares' voice buzzed annoyingly in my mind.
Feel it? Oh, I felt it alright. The second her sweet honey and jasmine scent hit me even before I caught sight of her near my car, and when I touched her to help her into the car, that spark—like electricity—almost singed me. But her? This quiet, timid woman? My mate?
She wasn't my type. Not even close. Even if I wanted a woman, which I didn't, I would like one with fire, confidence, the kind who wouldn't cry in a parking lot over...losing a meager job. I sighed heavily, trying to drown out Ares's gushing about the "Moon Goddess' immense love for us" and how I should get to know the timid woman.
"I swear," I muttered under my breath, gripping the wheel tighter, "if you don't shut up about her being 'perfect,' I will crash this car into a tree."
Ares growled back, unimpressed. "You won't do that. You'll hurt her."