Claimed by the Vengeful Alpha

Chapter 101: In The Rain

He didn’t like to make comparisons between them. Yet, for unknown reasons, she did things that reminded him of Penelope. He particularly disliked having to share memories exclusive to Penn with her.

It was impossible to think of the rain without being reminded of Penn but now when he thought about rain, all he could see was Maya coming up the stairs drenched.

Penn could predict rainfall with precision and had to be under it whenever the sky unleashed rain. She was also immune to the cold, so that worked conveniently in her love for dancing around in the rain.

He knew her powers played a huge role in this, and he never thought much about it as a child. To him, that was just Penelope.

It was simply a coincidence, Keenan thought to himself as he urged his horse to go faster. The sky was darker now, clouds were gathering faster and he could hear the faint sound of thunder rip through the sky.

It wasn’t loud enough to be worrisome but they were still too far away from the town even if they were already in his territory. With no cover nearby, there was no way to avoid the incoming rain.

He glanced at the carriage; it was shaking vigorously as the horses pulled it as fast as they could go. The coachman was skilled, but if the rainfall was heavy, he worried about the wheels on the road.

He narrowed his eyes as if he could see her through the carriage. He could ask Theo to take her as he had done before, but for some reason, the thought irked him. He didn’t understand it, as he also didn’t want her on his back either. That felt worse than letting Theo take her.

"What is it?" He mumbled out loud as he rode the horse.

Recently, things were getting worse and more unclear. He knew what he wanted when he married her, and he still wanted his revenge, but there was something underneath that he couldn’t quite place his finger on, and he found it irksome.

He gritted his teeth as the darkened sky released a blanket of showers. The light rain quickly increased, and the path speedily turned muddy. His horse struggled with the new terrain, but the wheels of the carriage struggled even more.

The wheels could hardly keep up, and the carriage wiggled from left to right as the wheels fought hard to roll over the slippery road.

The rain beat down on him and each drop felt like a heavy pellet. He was soaked to the bone almost as soon as the rain began. His wet hair clung to his face, and he had to flip it backward away from his face.

The rainstorm sped up the sunset, and darkness fell quickly, obstructing sight even further. Strong winds swirled around, and it was getting harder to navigate his horse.

Keenan heard a howl to his left and turned to see Theo running next to him now. He had run in front of them the entire time as Keenan had ordered. He was here for new orders.

"We don’t stop!" Keenan yelled out. He wasn’t worried about not being heard through the rainstorm; Theo should be able to hear him easily.

"There is no shade, and the rain won’t ease up. It will be better to force our way to—"

A sharp screech dragged his attention, and he turned his head to see the carriage struggle against the rapidly pooling water on the road that flowed in the opposite direction.

A wheel lifted off the floor, and Keenan cursed, pulling hard against his horse, trying to redirect it to support the flailing carriage. He didn’t make it in time and had to watch in horror as the carriage fell on its side with a loud bang.

The smashing of wood on the hard floor sounded faint in the rainstorm but the lack of a scream was even more concerning.

Keenan jumped off his horse just as the coachman jumped off. Two of them ran towards the fallen carriage and despite being further away, he reached it first.

He ripped open the door, a little relieved the door wasn’t on the other side. But the relief didn’t last as the smell of blood floated toward him.

"Fuck!"

Keenan swore as Maya lay on the bottom of the other side, unmoving. There was blood on her forehead, and he didn’t like the awkward position of her right hand.

"Maya," he called as he pressed down on the bottom of the carriage, but he was careful not to move it all the way.

She didn’t stir as he called to her. He didn’t want to move it, but there was no way he could reach her. Theo noticed what he was trying to do and used his wolf to support the carriage, tilting it just enough for Keenan to reach and grab her.

He cursed again. The wood behind her was smashed, and a huge chunk was stuck in her right arm. There was still blood around her head, but he couldn’t see where the injury was.

"Fuck!" He yelled again.

The coachman came closer, and while holding her, Keenan gave quick instructions. He pulled out the wood and carefully wrapped her arm after ripping it off her dress, noticing that it wasn’t broken.

The wound wasn’t deep, but the bleeding worried him. She didn’t have a wolf. He ground his jaw, unable to dismiss the fact that she had warned him about the incoming rain.

Theo moved closer as if to offer himself to help carry her. She was unconscious and bleeding. They had to get her to the main house as quickly as possible.

"No," Keenan said to Theo. "I am faster in the rain."

She didn’t stir the whole time, no matter how many times he called her name. Even when she was tied around the back of his wolf and he ran full speed to the town.