Chapter １５

For one thing, the Sedan is overly large and stretched out – both in its length and width – providing a huge interior; with more than enough space to feel comfortably, roomy while seated … Snow believes that even the 6 foot 3 inch tall, Alpha Jake could fully stretch out his long, legs, and still have plenty of room to spare. And, while they’re the only two occupying the …what Snow believes is way too comfortable to be a car backseat … over spacious, ergonomically designed, high-quality leather, backseat; the driver and the passenger – whom was introduced as the Alpha’s personal assistant … or, P.A. for short … Charles McCormick – are each seated in the two, large, apparently capable of swiveling a full 360 degrees, Captain like-chairs … with the P.A. having been seated with his chair turned around facing them the entire trip, thus far; though, it doesn’t really bother Snow.

Speaking of P.A. Charles McCormick; Snow call tell that he’s the pack’s Gamma … although; she’s determined to make sure that she doesn’t make her previous mistake, like she did with Beta Daniel, by referring to him as Gamma until she has been ‘informed’ of his title … and, she was a bit curious at first as to why he was assigned as the Alpha’s personal assistant; and, not put into a position in charge of the pack’s Security … which is a fairly common practice, to her understanding, among most of the wolf packs. But, the more time she has to observe him; she’s already kind of speculating on the reason why he wasn’t.

First off, and, probably the most starkly evident factor … in comparison with just about every other member within Jake’s close entourage – including Jake himself – that she’s seen, so far; who are larger than average, well-developed, muscularly profound, masculine specimens that one might even peg as being ‘gym rats’ – some looking like … though in all fairness to them, more than likely not … ‘juiced up’ on anabolic steroids … while, Charles is dramatically smaller than all of them – sort of like ‘the Rose’ in their circle – with more of a tone and fit, Yoga-Pilates style physique.

Fashionably dressed in well-tailored clothing like Jake and Daniel; though, unlike the other two, Charles seems to sport more of a dandier ensemble … with a light, baby blue shirt accompanied by a, few shades darker, azure blue tie; beneath a three piece, dark, deep violet, pinstriped suit; and, of all things, highly polished, brown, penny loafers. Snow’s thinking … Who wears penny loafers? And, of course, no socks. Now, Snow thinks … Well; I guess not wearing socks with penny loafers is better than wearing socks with sandals.

Also, like Jake and Daniel; Charles’ hair is nicely cut and trimmed – even around the eyebrows; which looks as if they had been plucked, and, skillfully outlined with a fine mascara pen - and, he is clean-shaven … perhaps a little too clean-shaven. While both the Alpha and the Beta are ‘clean-shaven’, they do cast off some approaching shades of a ‘five o’clock shadow’; while, the Gamma has extremely, baby smooth skin … looking as if it may have been waxed; then, generously moisturized. And, all three have, clearly professionally done, well-manicured fingernails; though Charles’ appear to have been buffed, and had a fine layering of clear coat polish applied.

Along with his appearance and attire; Snow has also been taking into account his demeanor and posturing. Though only having been in his presence for a short period of time, with a limited amount of movements being made on his part, being how they’re only sitting in a car; from the way he’s made those movements, and, the manner in which he maintains his posture … Snow is finding the Gamma to be bit on the effeminate side. … Which is a far cry from the nothing less than manly Alpha ‘Adonis’ seated next to her.

Seeing how Snow is thinking of Jake now as her ‘abductor’, she’s desperately trying to avoid looking at him; but, she’s finding it nearly impossible to keep from sneaking a peek in his direction … and, for the life of her, she can’t understand why. This overbearingly, forward Alpha has – within only the last past half an hour so, since meeting for the very first time in their lives – has spontaneously claimed her as his ‘mate (?)’; then, ‘forcibly’ drug her into his car … albeit; she hadn’t put up much resistance, or, any semblance of a fight to oppose him, for that matter … and, is in the process of taking her to only God knows where, to do only God knows what to her. She thinks … Seriously, I’ve just managed to escape the clutches of one self-absorbed, domineering Alpha only four days ago; and, now I’m already back in the clutches of another one. Is this going to be my life from now on; an endless, repeated cycle of having to run away from ‘wife seeking’ Alpha’s? And, what gives with these Alpha’s, by the way; why are they all so obnoxiously possessive, and, feel that it’s their God given right to take whatever they want? … However; even though Snow loathes, with every fiber of her being, the idea of being stuck in a marriage with that despicable, odious lecher, Alpha Michael … from what she can ascertain of him, so far; being ‘stuck’ in a marriage with Alpha Jake might not be that bad. And; he’s certainly a hell of a lot easier on the eyes to look at.

Speaking of eyes … oh those steel gray; smoky; dreamy; bedroom eyes of his … Snow becomes captivatedly mesmerized every time she catches even a glance of them. Every time they ‘call out’ and draw her attention, for a brief few moments after looking away, she can still feel the after affects lingering within her body: her heart beats faster; her palms perspire and become itchy; and, she gets tingly, and, feels some sort of heat starting to rise up from between her legs. And, when she looks further down his face, upon those full, plump, seductively kissable-looking lips; Snow can’t seem to stop herself when she starts to instinctively lick her owns lips … subtly and slowly rubbing her tongue against them; picturing in her head that it’s his lips pressing against them. Suddenly, as she ‘kisses the Alpha’ in her mind, Snow’s heart beats even faster; her palms go from lightly perspiring to sweating, with the itch persisting; and, now, down between her legs, that tingling sensation is intensifying to the point as if she feels like she may have to reach down, and, wildly scratch on her crotch … and, that heat not only rises; but, it’s starting to feel like a moist, damp heat. All the time; that feint, strange voice inside her head keeps murmuring over and over “I want it. I want it.”