The flight
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Ethan's POV
"Did he just call you, your Majesty?" Claire looks at me so serious that I swallow a bit.
I take in a deep breath then lead her to our seats so we can talk without any distraction.
The moment we sit down the air hostess approaches but I signal for her not to disturb us, for now.
"You asked me why I was nervous back in the car.” I continue to hold her hands even as we are seated.
She nods at me and I exhale.
"I'm not nervous about showing you off to my mother or pack, in fact I'm excited about that. But the thing is,.... there's something I didn't tell you about me and our pack.” She pays close attention.
At this point I don't even think the smell of her favourite cake can take it away.
"Well I'm about to show you what.” I smile at her but I see a hint of fear in her eyes.
"Is it something bad?” I smile at her curiosity.
"No,....well it depends on how you take it.” She looks at me more confused.
"It's not something that will hurt you. Trust me.” I pull her into a hug then place a kiss on her forehead.
Her shoulders relax and I feel some of the tension and fear leaving her body.
I just hope she doesn't get angry when she finds out. By now I know she already has a clue but she probably wants to hear it from me.
I thought of telling her during the vacation, trust me.
But something always came up. Sometimes I was too worried about her well being that I just forgot. Other times the words just wouldn't come out, so I decided I'm going to show her.
I'll let my world speak for itself.
"I'll be back.” She excuses herself to the washroom whilst the jet prepares to take off.
My phone rings and I sit up straight to answer it before the jet takes off.
"Hello.” I speak into the phone.
"Ethan. I'm glad you picked up?” Says my mother sounding all jovial and excited making me curious.
"How far away are you?” I nod at her question.
"We just got on the plane maa.”
"Okay, good. No no no. Send it there.” She yells some instructions at someone and I begin to take notice of the background noises.
"Maa what's going on?”
"Nothing. I'm just here waiting for your arrival.” Something about the way she says it tells me she's lying.
"Do you know her favourite colour?” She asks out of the blue and I crease my forehead.
"Why…..” I hear more noises and my eyes immediately widen when I realise what she's planning.
"Maa we talked about this.” I try not to sound annoyed.
"What did we talk about?” She tries to sound clueless.
"I told you not to do it. You'll just scare her away." I whisper my last statement then look back to see if Claire is coming.
"It's just a welcome party Ethan. Nothing will scare her away.” I sigh then pinch the bridge between my eyes.
I look back again and thankfully still no Claire.
"Your Majesty, please can you kindly switch off your cell phone? We're about to take off.” The hostess bows and kindly announces before she walks away.
"Cancel the party maa. Please.” I plead before ending the call.
Gosh I hope she listens.
Claire finally comes out of the washroom and takes her seat by me.
I smile at her then wonder why she still has her sunglasses on when we're on a jet.
"Why don't you take off your sunglasses?” I ask as we both buckle up.
She shakes her head and I continue to stare.
When we're finally in the air we unbuckle ourselves to feel more comfortable.
I reach for her face to take off the glasses but like a reflex action she catches my hand.
"You know I can still take them off, right?” She smiles mischievously and I chuckle.
I consider using super speed and my other hand but the air hostess arrives spoiling the mood.
She bows in respect.
"Would you like something to eat?” Claire lets go of my hand and I sigh thinking of what to have for lunch.
The hostess serves us lunch and I engage Claire in random conversations so she'll forget everything around her. In a way it also takes away my nervousness of how she'll react.
*
The voice of the pilot comes out of the speakers announcing our arrival.
Claire and I wake up from our nap at the same time and I laugh at the fact that she slept with her sunglasses on.
What is she hiding from me?
She's just making me itch with the lack of eye contact.
I already miss her beautiful eyes.
She visits the washroom before we get down the usual red carpet and guards in uniform before climbing into another car.
She's so tired that she doesn't pay any attention to all of that.
The moment we settle in our seats she nestles herself into a sleeping position and I chuckle.
This must be draining her energy, coupled with her lack of sleep.
The car starts driving and the escorts also follow both behind and in front.
I almost forgot what it feels like to be so important and protected.
Not that I'm used to it, because as a wolf I also had to learn how to defend myself and also us a ruler.
We pass by cities and places and people pause to look at us when we do.
It just amazes me how I've forgotten all this to love a simple life, the life of my mate.
I glance at her sleeping and I smile.
Since she's sleeping I consider it the appropriate time to take off the glasses to see what she's hiding but we arrive in Wolf city and the thought slips out of my mind.
I guess I have to wake her up.
We're almost there.
*
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Claire's POV
Due to my lack of sleep I'm easily knocked off during the flight which lasted for hours.
I don't realise how tired I am until we get down for the jet and move into another car.
I immediately nestle down and prepare myself for another nap but anxiety gets the better of me and I end up awake.
I mean I would really love to take another nap but the fact that we're almost there makes me anxious.
"Maybe I should sit up and look around.” The thought pops up in my head but I decide against it and just try to sit there and relax.
It's just a mother and a whole pack I'm going to meet, right?
But what about the your Majesty part? That means my mate is royalty.
Maybe he's just a relative of a king or someone royal far far away, right?
I have some crazy speculations and I'm really hoping they're not true.
I somehow see him staring at me and I wonder what is going on in his head.
He leans close as if to do something, probably to try and take my glasses off but something outside catches his attention and he ends up waking me up.
I pretend to wake up from a non existing sleep then sit up straight.
"We're almost there.” He says smiling and I take some courage to look outside.
The glass window is dark such that no one can see in but I can see them.
Strangely people pause with whatever they are doing to stare at us.
I crease my forehead a bit before bringing my attention back into the car.
Soon we're surrounded by trees on both sides and I wonder where in particular we are going.
This route kinda reminds me of the route to my mansion in Paris.
Yeah, we're probably heading to a mansion.
I take in a deep breath when the car suddenly comes to a halt.
I look at Ethan who reaches for my hands on my lap then gives me an assuring smile.
We start moving again and in about some few minutes we come to a stop again but this time I think it's a final stop because Ethan stares outside.
"You ready?” He turns to me and at first I feel like shaking my head but I just give him a nod.
"Stay here.” He says before his door is opened for him to climb out.
I ponder on why he asked me to stay put but soon my door is opened too.
Ethan stretches out his hand towards me and I exhale hard before taking it and climbing out.
Believe me when I say I'm not prepared for what I see in front of me.
"We're at a castle.” I turn to Ethan trying not to look surprised.
He smiles at me and holds my hand leading me forward.
There's a huge red carpet again with guards and maids at both sides.
I look on perplexed until we come to a stop again.
Imagine my surprise when I see Logan, his beta, smiling at us.
Ethan and Logan hug it out whilst I stare around like a confused bird.
Logan turns to me smiling and I must say it looks good on him. He should really smile at me more often.
"Finally, the future Queen of Artea is home.” I promise I would have looked behind me if someone was there but I know I'm the only one standing in front of him when he says this.
"I'm sorry, what!?”
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