Pheromonal: One Night With the Alpha novel Chapter 74

Chapter 74: DUI

Every time I glance in my rearview mirror, the same headlights shine.

I grip the steering wheel tighter, my knuckles turning white as I take another seemingly random turn.

"Come on, come on," I mutter, willing the car behind me to disappear.

But it doesn’t. Those damn headlights remain, like predatory eyes in the darkness. I’ve been driving in circles for what feels like hours, getting off the highway only to loop back on again.

At first, I thought it was Mike. But then I remembered—his car’s still at the office.

I try to focus on the road ahead, but my eyes keep darting to the rearview mirror. The shape of those headlights is burned into my retinas.

Random turns aside, I’m now headed toward the police station. Maybe I’m paranoid. Maybe it’s not the same car. It’s just headlights in the dark, right? So it could be a different car each time.

But with the panther’s warning ringing in my head, I know it’s not.

When I glance in my mirror again, the headlights are gone.

A relieved laugh escapes my lips. I was paranoid after all.

A massive SUV suddenly swerves in front of me, its taillights blazing red. I slam on the brakes, hearing my tires screech against asphalt.

"Shit!"

The SUV’s brake lights flood my vision, growing larger by the second. I brace for impact, my body tensing—

But it doesn’t come. My car shudders to a halt, mere inches from the SUV’s bumper. The acrid smell of burning rubber fills my nostrils as I gasp for air, my heart threatening to burst from my chest.

For a moment, everything is still. Then, the driver’s door of the SUV swings open.

My heart pounds like a jackhammer as I slam the gas pedal to the floor. The engine roars, tires screeching against asphalt. A dark figure rushes toward my car, arms outstretched. I swerve, narrowly missing him.

"Shit, shit, shit!"

My trembling fingers fumble with my phone, desperately punching in 911. The SUV looms in my rearview mirror, a monstrous shadow pursuing me through the night.

"911, what’s your emergency?"

"Someone’s following me!" My voice cracks, panic clawing at my throat. "They forced me to stop and tried to—"

"Ma’am, please calm down. Can you tell me your location?"

I rattle off street names, my eyes darting between the road ahead and the rearview mirror. The dispatcher’s voice remains steady, a lifeline in the chaos.

"Head to the nearest police station. Stay on the line with me."

"Okay, okay." I take a shaky breath, trying to focus. I swear, I’m never getting in a car again. This is ridiculous. What’s my luck with cars?!

I merge onto the main road, surrounded by a sea of headlights. My pursuer’s distinct glare vanishes, lost in the flow of traffic. Relief washes over me, but I don’t slow down.

"I think I lost them," I tell the dispatcher, my voice still quivering.

"That’s good, ma’am. Keep heading to the station. I’ll stay on the line until you’re safe."

The police station comes into view, a beacon of safety in the night. I pull into the parking lot, my hands shaking as I cut the engine.

"I’m here," I breathe into the phone.

"An officer will meet you outside. Stay in your car until they arrive."

My hands shake violently against the steering wheel as I twist around, trying to make sure the SUV didn’t follow me here.

A knock on my window makes me jump. An officer stands there, hand on his holster. I roll down the window, the cool night air a stark contrast to my flushed skin, and realize I recognize him.

"Hello, Ms. d’Armand."

"Hello, Officer Daniels."

"Are you the one who called about being followed?"

I nod, stepping out of the car on wobbly legs. "Yes, that’s me."

"Can you tell me what happened?"

I recount the events, my words tumbling out in a frantic rush. The SUV, the forced stop, the man running toward my car. Officer Daniels listens, jotting notes in a small pad.

"Did you get a look at the license plate?"

I shake my head, frustration bubbling up. "No, I—I was too scared. It happened so fast."

"What about the man who approached your car? Can you describe him?"

My mind goes blank. In the moment, all I saw was a dark figure, a threat. "He was... tall? Wearing dark clothes? I’m sorry, I don’t—" free𝑤ebnovel.com

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