Sierra's POV
"Are you hungry?" He asks as he stands up and dusts his clothes off. Of course, he doesn't want to get them dirty. But I never asked him to sit in the dirt with me either so I guess that's on him.
I nod my head and get up following his actions. Dusting off my filthy clothes and getting back into the car.
The journey from Idaho—a place where I have only ever lived, a state that I never thought I would have the chance of leaving—to Portland, Oregon, is long. I didn't think it would be this far and I didn't think I could fall asleep either but I did, but when I looked at Alpha Nikolai sitting next to me, he was entranced by his phone, so I took the opportunity to watch the beautiful scenery just outside my window for however long we have left on our journey.
"Phillip," Alpha
