-Christine-
"Hop in!" Tyron's eyes were clouded with thick grey clouds as he rasped those words. The big bike parked nearby roared to life as he squeezed the clutch and pushed the start button.
Resting my hands on both sides of my hips, I scoffed and remained rooted in place, irritated by what had just happened. "No, I'm going home alone!" I said flatly, about to spin around and walk away when he gave me a piss growl.
"Do not test my patience, Christine. You'll never like it, me being out of control. Now get the f**k into the big bike," his angry eyes warned me, his wolf was too close to take over.
Bestowing him a sharp look, I snickered and shook my head. 'Does he thinks I will easily obey him after everything he has done to me?'
"In your dreams, Mr. DeQuia!" I muttered turning my b
