The Alpha’s Desire 4(25)

 

 

 

My thoughts, a hot and steamy replay of this morning, were interrupted when the SUV came to a stop outside the entrance to a private hanger. It stood there, a large rectangle of white metal, door open, housing a not-so-small plane set to whisk us away to some private island. I’d no idea what I was in for on this flight, or once I got to this island. Yet, this time around, I was ready and willing, eager even, so much so that the butterflies in my stomach were barely incited by nerves.

 

 

 

“It’s huge,” I exclaimed, the words rushing from me before I realized the thoughts had escaped.

 

 

 

“What did you expect?” Nira teased. “These are Royals. Get used to large and extravagant, my dear. Enjoy.”

 

 

 

I managed to nod, trying to play it cool, and not stand there with my mouth hanging open, my eyes probably like a kid with an ice cream sundae in a large serving bowl, sprinkles and all, including two cherries on top. As two men, Royal werewolves I was told, came to meet us, I looked to Nira, a lump in my throat with all the sentiments I wanted to express rushing through me. Though, I seemed to remain without the words to express them. I gave a forced grin, those damn tears misting over my eyes, matching ones in hers which encouraged more in mine. A vicious cycle I grew more and more grateful for, as I was having gotten to meet her.

 

 

 

“I will miss you,” she said. “It truly has been my honor to meet you, and to help you. You are going to do great things. I just know it. Come back to see us again sometime. You must promise me that. It is all I want in return, is to hear of all of your accomplishments, to see what you can do with training, given all you have done without any.”

 

 

 

“I can’t say thanks enough, to you and all of your kind, both those you lost saving us, and those who continue on,” I rattled on, unable to get all I wanted to say out into words. “It has changed me, meeting you, in more ways than one. I will be forever in your debt for my life. And, I will come to visit. I promise. And, not just for that bathroom,” I joked to lighten the mood, though the cracking of my voice didn’t stop.

 

 

 

I threw myself into her outstretched arms, getting another of her big, strong hugs, making it last a moment more. When I finally pulled back, Lex had his hand out, waiting for an appreciative, firm handshake. She shook his hand, but pulled him in for a hug, as well. As we walked away from her, I marveled again at how different real vampires were from those in fiction, all the different representations of them. Whether portrayed as good guys or bad guys, sparkly or bloodthirsty, none of them had come close to what they really were.

 

 

 

As I boarded the plane, I thought of my book. My fingers wiggled, wanting a laptop to make some notes for the story that was growing in my head. Each day had brought more action, more details to add. Of course, life would have to slow down a bit for me to get any writing time, but I didn’t think that, where we were going, that would happen anytime soon. Regardless, on this protected island, so protected it remained invisible to the real world, the busy would be happy and exciting rather than fearful and full of danger. At least, I hoped that would be the case. Learning magic couldn’t be all that scary, no more so than meeting family you hadn’t known you had for the first time. Everything would be better than fine. It just had to be.

 

 

 

All thoughts stopped dead in their tracks, though, as I took my first step into the plane. To my right, it looked more like a luxury living room, or something along those lines. Again with the white leather, and I stifled a giggle. Paranormals, they had good taste, and money: lots and lots of money. Now that I qualified as one, I wondered just how that happened as we had to walk around a horseshoe-shaped couch with a table of a gray, glossy wood-like grain in the middle. This table ended, of course, with a wet bar. Stocked, too, from what I could see through the glass doors. Beyond the couch, lining each side of the plane, were tables, each surrounded by three bucket seats. The tables were maybe marble, white with gray and gold flecks to match the, of course, white leather bucket seats, as big as the ones that had been in the SUV. To the far end hung a plasma screen TV, not as large as a theatre screen, but bigger than any I’d seen before. Under that was a fireplace, of sorts.

 

 

 

My first thought was of the danger of any sort of flame or flammable gas on a plane, but what did I know? Obviously, large groups flew in this thing on a regular basis. I’d seen the carrier plane also in the hanger, the one that delivered supplies to the island that I’d heard about. Silly me had assumed we’d be taking that, not some private jumbo jet. Showed how little I knew about the rich and, well, not famous, but secret, people. If I were to be one of them soon, I’d have a lot to get used to, inside of me and out.