Marked by the Alpha Team (Luna Merrick) novel Chapter 137

hapter 137

Lana’s POV

I continued to stare at Knox with my arms asked and my most unimpressed expression firmly in place, fully expertine him to eventually give up and leave me alone. After all, what else was he supposed to do? I had already made it perfectly clear that I wasn’t getting on his motorcycle.

Unfortunately, I quickly discovered that Knox apparemily did not operate by normal human standards. For several seron he simply sat there looking at me, and then, as though finally accepting that I was not about to cooperate willingly he les a quiet sigh before swinging one leg over the motorcycle and getting off. At first, I frowned in confusion, wondering what exactly he was planning to do. My brain immediately started running through possibilities, none of which made any sens

Was he finally going to leave? Was he about to start arguing with me? Was he going to stand there and lecture me about wandering around by myself looking like an emotional train wreck? Whatever it was, I did not particularly care. I wa already having one of the worst days of my life, and I had absolutely no patifice left for surprises. Unfortunately, before 1 could even open my mouth and tell him to stay away from me, Knox closed the distance between us if just a few steps, and suddenly his hands were on my waist.

The next thing I knew, my feet were no longer touching the ground. For what felt like the longest second of my life, my brain completely short–circuited from shock, but then reality caught up with me. Knox was carrying me, actually carrying me like I weighed absolutely nothing. My eyes widened so much that they practically hurt, and a second later outrage exploded through me.

I immediately started struggling in his grip while yelling at the top of my lungs for him to put me down. The fact that people were driving past us and could probably see exactly what was happening only made everything ten times worse. 1 could already imagine what this looked like from the outside. Some giant biker–looking man carrying away a furious girl who was yelling and trying to escape. The image alone made me want to bury myself alive.

Still, embarrassment quickly took a backseat to anger as I continued fighting him. I kicked my legs, I twisted, I pushed against his shoulders, and I told him repeatedly to let me go. I/informed him several times that he had officially lost his mind and that I was going to kill him, but none of what I said mattered in the slightest. Knox might as well have gone completely deaf because he ignored every single word that came out of my mouth.

To my horror, he carried me all the way to the motorcycle before finally setting me down directly on the seat. Relief briefly filled me because I immediately prepared to jump off and put as much distance between us as physically possible, but unfortunately, Knox was apparently three steps ahead of me. The moment I tried climbing down, he swung himself onto the motorcycle behind me, and his much larger body practically boxed me in before I could even move. One second I was preparing my escape, and the next I found myself trapped between the handlebars in front of me and Knox behind me.

My eyes widened again as I realized there was now absolutely no way for me to get off without physiqally climbing over either him or the motorcycle. Neither option seemed particularly realistic. The worst part was how calm he looked. Meanwhile, I felt like I was seconds away from exploding.

“Stay calm,” he said calmly behind me. “I’m not going to hurt you.”

I immediately scoffed so hard that it almost hurt my throat. “I don’t want to go anywhere with you even if you’re not going to hurt me,” I snapped. “What part of ‘no‘ do you not understand?”

Instead of doing the reasonable thing and letting me go, Knox simply continued acting like everything was perfectly norma Before I could attempt another escape, he shifted slightly and used his legs to keep me from climbing down while he reached for something attached to the side of the motorcycle. The realization that he was physically preventing me from escaping only made me angrier.

I opened my mouth to complain again, but before I could get very far, he pulled out a spare helmet. My frustration somehow managed to increase despite not thinking that was possible.

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as honestly incredible The fact that he genuinely sounded like he believed I was the unreasonable one in this situatio What made it even worse was that I couldn’t understand why he was suddenly acting this way. Knox had never show particular interest in me before. Out of all any hates, he was the one I knew the least and most of out wterac happened only because we were forced into the same space,

Beyond that, he usually kept his distance. More importantly, he had literally told me he was gay. The memory surfaced immediately and only increased my confusion because not only had he old me he wasn’t interested in me, he had made it very clear that he would never be interested in me. So why was he suddenly here? Why was he talking to me? Why was he forcing me on his motorcycle? Nothing about his behavior made sense, and that uncertainty unsettled me far more than I wanted to admit

Once he seemed satished that the helmet was secure, Knox settled back into place behind me again. “Sit tight,” he said.

I folded my arms. “Where are you taking me?”

There was no way I was letting this go. If I was being dragged somewhere against my will, the least he could do was tell me where. “I deserve to know where you’re taking me, I added.

Knox was quiet for a moment before finally responding, “Well,” he said casually, “seeing how you look right now, and after your behavior earlier, I figured you need a good distraction.”

1 frowned. “What does that even mean?”

“It means that’s exactly what I’m going to give you”

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12:34 pm Opp

Chapec 87

A good donacing That phrase did absolutely nothing to reassure me. If anything, it made me more nervous

My ban instamly started supplying terrible prechlines. Knox looked exactly like the type of guy people warded yrs – in books and movies. He had the motorcycle, die tattoos, the intimidating appearance and the pertinent expression dual made him look like he was one inconcience away from punching someone. If anybody told me he spent his free t hanging around underground clubs with a group of delinquents, I would believe them immediately. The thought of hum raking me somewhere like that was enough to make me panic.

“Knox” I said slowly. “Be specific.”

“No.” he replied bluntly

“That’s not reassuring.” I retorted..

He shrugged. “You’ll live.”

“I would like more details,” I insisted.

“You don’t need them,” he replied, and I groaned loudly in frustration.

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