Revenge to the Alpha Mate - Chapter 224

Chapter 224: Chapter 224
Celena’s Perspective

In the rearview mirror, the flashing police lights clung to us like a swarm of infuriating fireflies. Ha! Think you can catch me? Dream on! I jerked the steering wheel, the stolen police car roaring in protest as I slammed the accelerator. The vehicle, a furious beast of metal, wove and darted through traffic with reckless abandon. Tires screeched against the asphalt as we left one sluggish family car after another in our dust.

Wind whipped through the shattered windows, tangling my hair, but it set my blood on fire. This feeling… was so damn good! The fear was gone, replaced by a pure, intoxicating thrill. Controlling this speed and power, toying with our pursuers, made every cell in my body sing.

Beside me, Jacob was grimacing as he picked shards of glass from his arms and shoulders. “Hiss… damn it…” he muttered, flicking a bloody piece out the window.

It looked painful, but who cared? Our freakish werewolf healing would take care of it in minutes, no scars left behind. I had more important things to do.

“Call Lily!” I yelled at him, my eyes locked on the road ahead as I executed another heart-stopping swerve around a slow-moving truck.

Gritting his teeth, Jacob fumbled for his phone with his less-injured hand, dialed, and put it on speaker. Soon, Lily’s voice, laced with her trademark lazy drawl yet utterly dependable, filled the car, mixing with Jacob’s pained hisses.

“Sounds like you two are having a party over there?”

“Lily! We need help!” My words came out in a rapid-fire shout, fighting the wind and engine roar. “We were ambushed by human cops! At the station, they… they interrogated me like that! Jacob fought them to get me out, and now we’re in a stolen patrol car with at least five units on our tail!”

I gave her the quick version, emphasizing their unorthodox, hostile interrogation tactics.

Lily was silent for two seconds. When she spoke again, the laziness was gone, replaced by a cool, efficient tone. “Understood. Stay on the line. I’m contacting the pack lawyers and our ‘friends’ in the human council. Just hang on, and don’t do anything stupid, like driving this one into a river.”

Don’t do anything stupid? I almost laughed. She had no idea—I was pushing two hundred kilometers an hour down the highway and feeling absolutely fantastic! And then Jacob, that idiot, found a switch and activated the roof lights and siren! Now cars ahead of us scrambled in panic to get out of the way, clearing a perfect path. The sirens behind us sounded even more furious, but they could do nothing but eat our dust.

It felt like a lifetime, but was probably only twenty minutes later, when Lily’s voice returned. “Done. The pack leaned on them hard. The local PD brass got a severe warning. The APB and pursuit orders against you should be rescinded. But, guys, I’d still lay low. You did just trash a police station.”

Almost the moment she finished speaking, I glanced in the mirror—a miracle happened. The pursuing police cars, one by one, killed their lights and sirens. They slowed down noticeably, eventually pulling over to the side of the road as if following some order.

Ha! Lily’s reach was even greater than I thought.

But we couldn’t keep driving this conspicuous cop car. My eyes scanned and locked onto a sleek, red Ford Mustang puttering in the slow lane. Perfect. That’s the one.

I slammed the brakes. The police car screeched to a halt, skidding sideways to block the Mustang’s path. The driver, a young guy in a baseball cap, looked utterly stunned, gaping at us.

Jacob immediately understood. He pushed his door open, moving with a slight stiffness from his wounds but radiating undeniable authority. Without a word, he yanked the driver’s door open, pulled the trembling kid out, and shoved a thick wad of cash—God knows where he kept that much—into his hands.

“I’m buying this,” Jacob’s voice brooked no argument, carrying the low, threatening rumble unique to our kind.

The kid stared at the cash—far more than his old Mustang was worth—then at Jacob’s battered face and our stolen police car. His lips trembled, but no sound came out.

Jacob was already settling into the Mustang’s passenger seat. I smoothly hopped from the police car into the driver’s seat of the Mustang, savoring the perfect hug of the sports seats. The keys were still in the ignition! Excellent!

I took one last look at the distant, inactive police cars and the kid still standing there, dumbfounded and clutching his money. A fierce, satisfied grin spread across my face. I stomped on the gas. The red Mustang growled with a low, powerful rumble and shot into the traffic like an arrow, leaving everything behind.

Jacob’s Perspective

Damn. That was so fucking cool!

This was like being in a Hollywood blockbuster! We’d just torn through a human police station, stolen one of their cars, and now my girl was driving the stolen cruiser down the highway in a real-life Fast and Furious scene, running circles around the actual cops. Ha! This is a story I’ll be telling for life!

Maybe next pack gathering, I can dare Adrian to cosplay as Vin Diesel? His hairline is the closest we’ve got, and the vibe… kinda fits? The thought made me grin, which immediately pulled at the cut on my face, making me wince.

Lily’s call came at the perfect time. I didn’t know what connections she pulled or what pressure she applied, but the effect was instant. Watching those cop cars obediently kill their lights, slow down, and stop felt even better than taking down ten officers.

After we switched to the red Mustang, the police seemed to have given up completely, not even bothering to look our way. Good. Trouble temporarily handled.

I leaned back into the comfortable seat, watching Celena beside me. Her hands were firm on the wheel, her eyes bright, a curve of pure excitement on her lips. The wind tossed her brown hair, sunlight dancing across her face. She was still driving fast, but it wasn’t a frantic escape anymore. It was pure, unadulterated joy of control.

This Mustang was nice. The engine had a deep, powerful growl, and it handled beautifully. I could tell Celena loved it. The way she ran her hands over the steering wheel was like caressing a favorite weapon.

A thought suddenly popped into my head: Maybe… after all this mess is over, I could get her one? A brand new one, truly hers, in her favorite shade of bright red? Seeing her fly free like this felt right. Anything, if it made her happy.

Hmm. Need to start saving up. But first, we have to survive the mountain of crap right in front of us.