Betrothed To An Alpha? I Don't Think So!

Evelyn was skeptical, glancing between him and the steering wheel. "Are you sure I shouldn’t take you to the hospi–"

"Forget it." Zayne pocketed his phone. "Come out, I’ll drive myself."

"No, no, I’ll do it. You’re hurt, you can’t drive."

She frantically shook her head at him.

"Just give me a second to breathe, okay?"

He smiled tiredly at her, drawling, "As much as I’d like to give you all the time in the world, I’m not made of steel and I’m going to bleed out. Drive or let me."

She nodded at him, understanding.

The car was turned on and carefully reversed before she stepped on the—

A bullet pierced through the window of the car, earning a panicked yelp from her. She pulled the car to an immediate stop, glancing at Zayne. Luckily the bullet had made a burning hole through the glass windows, without hitting either of them.

She drank her breath as fast as she could, tightly wrapping her trembling fingers around the steering wheel. "We’re going to die, oh crap, I’m going to die."