After breakfast, Dad drove Cloud and I to the private port where the jet was.
"It's beautiful," I say as I look at it. Cloud chuckles and wraps his arms around my small waist.
"Come on, love. Let's go for the adventure of our lives," he says and we go up the stairs that lead to the inside of the jet. Inside, the jet has six big plush chairs facing each other. Jeez, you could sleep in those things. Cloud takes my hand and leads me to a pair of seats. I sit on one and Cloud sits on the one across me.
"This jet is lovely," I murmur. Cloud nods.
"Your dad always settles for the best, love. Enjoy the ride," he says and a flight attendant comes up to us.
"Hello, what can I get you this evening?" she asks, but she practically ignores me as she eye rapes Cloud. Something in me sudddenly snaps and I snarl.
Back off, hoe! A voice snarls in my mind.
Who are you? I ask.
I'm your wolf, she answers.
The attendant looks at me and I - well, more like my wolf - snarls again. "Do it again, I dare you," the voice speaks and the attendant cowers back.
I shake my head slightly, managing to regain my senses. I look at the attendant and smile sheepishly. "I'm really sorry," I say. "I'd like a Diet Coke, please," I say and she writes it down.
"Beer for me, please," Cloud says and I wrinkle my nose in distaste. He looks at me and raises an eye brow. "You don't drink?" he asks as the attendant walks away.
"No, not particularly," I say.
"Ah well, to each their own I guess," he says.
I turn away from him. "You better stop drinking if you want to go anywhere with me," I mumble to myself.
I look up and Cloud's looking at me with a pained expression. "What?" I ask, suddenly feeling self-conscious.
"I didn't know you disliked drinking so much," he says. "You really feel thst way?"
Ah, he heard me.
I look down, feeling a bit guilty for hurting his feelings like that. "Look, it's jist that I don't look forward to a man who will get wasted and reek of beer and puke. Also, I've heard of what my friends have to deal with their drunken boyfriends who then eventuallu end up breaking their hearts," I say.
"I take it you haven't had many boyfriends," he says, somewhat irritated.
"I've never had a boyfriend," I snarl, my cheeks flushing pink for revealing such an embarrassing thing. "I had friends who were far more interesting than me; so many boys targeted them instead of me. It hurt a lot; seeing how really handsome guys picked my friends over me because they were curvier and less shy than me. I was made fun of for being such a 'prude', as they so kindly put it," I say. "So, even though I was glad that I wasn't one of those girls that had a drunken fool for a boyfriend, I never met anyone. No one noticed me. I was the plain girl; the wallflower. And that's what I still am."
He moves so fast that I almost miss him. In less than a heartbeat, he's looming over me, his hands gripping the armrests. He's bresthing heavily and his eyes are blazing. "Never, and I do mean, never refer to yourself as plain, Hannah. You have no idea of how beautiful you are. Dammit, just the thought of you drives me nuts, baby. Around you, I'm like cuckoo for some damn cocoa puffs," he breathes. His eyes burn to mine, pure passion shining through them. "And I'm glad that you didn't belong to anyone before you became mine. The thought of someone else making you happy instead of me drives my wolf nuts! You are mine, Hannah," he growls and grabs my lower lip between his teeth. I gasp and he swoops down, capturing my lips in a mind-blowing kiss. I gasp and he slips his sinful tongue in my mouth and gently moves against mine. I involuntarily clutch his hair, pulling him closer. He growls into the kiss and nips at my lower lip. I sigh into his mouth and suddenly I'm in the air. I squeal as I break away from the kiss, panting for air. I look down at his lips to find them red and swollen from our savage kiss. I'm pretty sure my lips mirror his own. "Wrap your legs around me, baby," he growls. I do as I'm told and he starts to walk to the back of the plabe. A voice from the speaker breaks the spell.
"Attention please. The plane will be departing soon. Please put on your seatbelts until we're safely on air. Thank you," the voice of the pilot says and Cloud growls. He walks back to our chairs and places me on mine. He buckles up my seatbelt and then goes to his chair to do his. I'm still trying to regain my breath after our kiss. Cloud looks at me and gives me a knowing smirk.
"Still think you're not noticed?"
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It's been long. Too long. Cloud and I have been mounting plane after plane since the one that took us away from home. Almost twelve hours ago. Twelve long, boring, excruciating hours. Thankfully, we never flied commercial. My family must be more...self-sustained than I thought.
We're currently on our last plane. Ugh, thank God. Our first stop is Paris, France. I have to admit, I am quite excited to see the Eiffel Tower. I've heard thst the view is beautiful in the evening. "Attention passengers, we are almost reaching our destination. Please fasten your sestbelts," the pilot says over the speakers in a lovely French accent. The plane dips and my stomach drops in excitement. I grab Cloud's hand and he gives me a reassuring squeeze. The plane makes a smooth landing and soon after we're unbuckling our seatbelts. Cloud holds my small hand in his large one as we exit the plane and go pick up our bags. Cloud habds me one of mine and he takes his and the other that is also mine. We exit the airport and wait for our car to arrive and take us to a nearby pack house. Dad wanted us to be safe, so he called an old friend, who happens to be the Beta of the second largest pack here in Paris. So, we're waiting for the Beta to arrive.
"There he is," Cloud says and I look up just as a black Audi R8 parks in front of us. Two men get out of the car and one of them takes our luggage to the trunk. The other, I pressume, is the Beta. He stands at 6'6", with wide shoulder and arms corded with thick muscles, accentuated by his tight t-shirt. He has black hair that falls over his steel gray eyes.
"Bonjour, my name is Alec Marcucchi. I'm the Beta of the Silver Fang Pack, here in Paris. You are Hannah Vail, daughter of Marcus Vail and future Alpha of the Crimson Moon Pack, correct?" he asks in a thick French accent. I nod and Cloud places his arm around my waist and I roll my eyes. There he goes, staking his claim.
"Yes, I am," I say and his gaze turns to Cloud.
"And you must be her mate. Son of Vincent Hall, future Alpha of the Blue Moon Pack, yes?" he asks and Cloud nods stiffly.
Jeez, what's his problem? "Well, let us be on our way," he says and opens the door for me. "After you, ma'am," he says and I get in, with.Cloud right behind me. Alec closes the door behind him and climbs into the driver's seat; the other man is already in the passenger's seat. He turns around.
"My name is Michael Valentino. I'm the third in Command of the Silver Fang Pack. It is a pleasure to meet you," he says, his green eyes gleaming warmly. He blond hair is brushed back, a fee strands on his boyish face. We drive off and into the streets of Paris. Cloud scowls at the men in front of him and I look up to him. His eyes lock with mine and his gaze is so intense that I gasp. He grasps my chin in his hand and pulls me to him. His lips graze my ear and I shiver in delight.
"These men are sleazes, Hannah. If they so much as brush against you, I'll rip their heads off," he says and kisses below my ear lobe. He moves back and gazes out the window.
This is going to be a long trip.
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Ta-da! A new chapter! I told you I'd update. But, I might not update The Hunter and the Runaway today, so expect an update tomorrow!!
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