The Apocalyptic Queen's Werewolf Journey (Thora and Darius) novel Chapter 19

**Shadows Hearts by Joseph King**
**Chapter 19: I Might Have an Idea**

**Thora’s POV:**

He didn’t seem to take my threat seriously at all. Instead, he reclined in his seat, hands laced behind his head, exuding an air of nonchalance.

“Girls shouldn’t go around talking about killing people all the time. That’s not really a good thing.”

His tone was almost mocking, devoid of any hint of hostility.

I shot him a piercing glance, my brow furrowing in confusion. What exactly was he trying to accomplish?

“Where are you taking me?” I pressed, my voice steady despite the uncertainty swirling in my mind.

“I already told you. I’m taking you home.” His response was casual, as if we were merely discussing the weather.

Before I could respond, the driver’s voice broke through the tension. “Alpha, there’s someone following us.”

My heart skipped a beat at the mention of the title. My fingertips momentarily froze as I processed the implications of his subordinate addressing him as Alpha. So, he was indeed an Alpha, but from which pack? The question nagged at me, leaving me in a state of bewilderment.

As I turned to look out the back window, I caught sight of the vehicle tailing us. My stomach dropped as I recognized the license plate; it was the same car Hazel had arrived in that morning.

Annoyance bubbled up within me. “Her again? She really doesn’t know when to back off.”

Darius, with a calm demeanor, instructed, “Lose them.”

“Yes, Alpha,” the driver replied, urgency creeping into his voice.

In an instant, the car surged forward, the acceleration catching me off guard. I hadn’t braced myself for the sudden jolt, and before I knew it, I was slammed against Darius, who sat beside me.

As I tried to regain my balance, he swiftly helped me up, his movements efficient and practiced. He reached across to fasten my seatbelt, securing me in place.

The brief contact sent a wave of irritation coursing through me.

After years of navigating through the chaos of the apocalypse, I struggled with the intimacy of being so close to a stranger.

Once he had me buckled in, Darius leaned back in his seat, an air of composed authority surrounding him.

“Doesn’t matter how skilled the driver is; you should always wear a seatbelt in a moving car,” he remarked, his tone serious as if he were imparting a vital piece of wisdom.

His demeanor was so earnest that it almost felt like he was offering me a simple safety tip, rather than addressing the gravity of our situation.

**Hazel’s POV:**

“Ms. Hazel, we lost them,” the driver stammered, his voice laced with anxiety.

My fingers clenched into the soft leather of the seat, frustration boiling over. “You can’t even keep up with one car? Useless idiot!”

The sleek black luxury vehicle had vanished into thin air, leaving me seething.

I shut my eyes, inhaling deeply, and memories from that morning flooded back to me—

The moment Thora was cornered and shamed by Caleb, and then that man had emerged from nowhere. With a single, penetrating gaze, he had paralyzed Caleb, radiating an Alpha energy that sent chills down my spine.

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