The Alpha and His Mermaid

Chapter Two

Samantha

SOMEONE SHOOK ME LIGHTLY AND CALLED MY NAME. I DO not want to be woken up. Then again, we could be crashing. But I heard no panic in this voice so I continued to ignore it, hoping they would give up and let me sleep in peace. Cleary, they had different intentions as they kept trembling me.

"Sam? Sam, wake up," they commanded. I groaned as the realization sunk in and I opened my eyes slowly. They examined my location and I am still on the plane sitting next to Hayzel.

"Hm, what?" I questioned as I sat up.

"It's almost time for landing. The captain just made an announcement to put on our seat belts because we're beginning to land," she informed me. I nodded and put on my seat belt. As I felt the plane lower itself, I gripped onto both armrests with force. My nails dug into the cushion, undoubtedly making indents. Luckily, the plane landed smoothly without any major bumps and I released a breath I didn't know I was holding. The captain announced that we had arrived in Newark Airport. Safely.

"Well, we're finally here," I said I unbuckled my seatbelt and stand up. I look over my shoulder and notice the guy from earlier staring at me. I pretend not to notice and grab my carry on bag from above me. Since Hayzel and I are in first class, we were one of the few passengers off.

"I couldn't agree more," Hayzel smiled as we walked together to baggage claim.

Newark was exceptionally busy today. Then again, it's Friday afternoon. I see people of all sorts. From tall, to short, from pale to dark, skinny to overweight. The main thing is, everyone here was human. Except for that man on the plane.

From the second he got on the plane I could tell he was some supernatural creature. A werewolf. I couldn't tell what position he was, but I knew he was either a Beta or a Third in Command. He was exerting extraordinary power that even my mermaid could feel it. He walked with such grace and intensity.

Hayzel and I got to baggage claim and watched the passing suitcases go by until Hayzel spotted hers. I told her not to wait for me since I knew how hard it was to catch a taxi cab in New York. I saw my small pink suitcase and grab it. I noticed the man from earlier several feet ahead of me. I made a right, walking out a different terminal.

I walked outside and noted how unbearably cold it was. This was New York all right. Why couldn't Emma's birthday be in a warm month? I wish I was back home in my small apartment back in LA.

"Must be hard huh?" a rough, familiar voice spoke in my ear and I whip around. It was the guy from the plane.

"Excuse me?"

"Coming to such a polar state," he explained and looks out to the snow-covered streets. There was so much traffic, and I bet it had nothing to do with the weather, but with the number of people who lived here alone.

"I suppose," I shrugged. Why was I having another conversation with this stranger? His looks shouldn't affect the stranger danger slogan my parents told me when I was little. But he was a werewolf, which does disturb the famous quote.

"What are you thinking about?" he questioned.

"I'm trying to figure you out," I honestly told him.

"Ah, you can sense that I'm a supernatural being as well?" As well? Does that mean he could sense that I was not human also? "How about we talk in my limo? I'm sure you rather not try to get a taxi. It would take a while."

"How do I know I should trust you to be in a vehicle alone? Also, a limo?" This caused him to chuckle deeply. A slight shiver went down my spine.

"You don't, but you won't regret it. Also, yes, a limo. I won't be driving it, my personal driver will be," he answered with a smile. After he was done speaking, a long silver limo appeared in front of us.

I shouldn't get it. I shouldn't let this stranger drive me to Emma's house. Yet, I did anyway. The trunk opened and a middle-aged man stepped out from the driver side. The stranger nodded at the driver and he placed both our suitcases in the trunk. The man opened the door and looked at me, daring to see if I would get in.

It was an easy dare to win.

The stranger climbed in after me and I assumed he minds linked the driver to start driving.

"Where to?"

"I think you should tell me your name before I tell you my best friend's address, don't you think? After all, you did say I shouldn't trust you."

"No, I said you don't know if you should trust me, but you do have a point. My name is Adrian Johnson. I'm a werewolf, a Beta to be exact." I knew it.

"Well, my name is Samantha, you can call me Sam," I responded back, cautiously. He didn't have to know that I was a mermaid, right? I informed him of Emma's address and his jaw tightens. I asked him about it.

"You're friends with Emma and Andre Williams?" I thought I was, but apparently, I wasn't if they secretly moved to New York and didn't tell me. Then again, they didn't inform anyone and I was just being petty.

"Yup, Em and I are best friends and we all went to high school together," I confirmed with a nod of my head. "How did you know about them?"

"Let's see if that pretty little head can put two and two together. You obviously know that Andre and I are wolves. When you leave your pack, you become a rogue."

"And you encountered Andre and now he's a part of your pack," I concluded.

"I knew you were gorgeous, but you're smart as well. I just keep liking you more and more," he winked and my cheeks warmed up slightly.

"But, I'm not your mate." It wasn't a question nor an accusation, it was the truth. Adrian frowned for a split second before he flashed me a smile.

"I don't believe in mates. I believe in having fun with whoever I want." Oh.

*

The rest of the drive was quiet. The driver informed Adrian and me that we have arrived and the limo stopped smoothly, despite the snow.

"You didn't have to do this," I said as the driver opened the door for me. I thanked him softly and turned to see Adrian following.

"It was on the way, really. I didn't mind. I hope my comment about screwing around didn't scare you."

"It didn't scare me per se, but it did make me worry about your future," I told him honestly. The trunk lifts and the driver hands me my suitcase. I thank him once more and he smiles. I didn't really get to see his face until now.

He looked to be younger than me and had grey eyes and a pale face. His black hat was shading his face well and I noticed that no part of his skin is showing in the light. Could he be a supernatural creature as well? I could smell him and he was definitely not human or werewolf. His eyes bored into my blue ones and he winked before stalking away. What was that about?

"What's wrong with your driver?"

"He's special. He's a vampire."

"A what!" I shouted. "Why is a vampire willing to drive you around? Don't vampire and wolves despise each other?"

"When we found him he was 17. He had recently turned and didn't know who had turned him or what had happened. We didn't want to kill him so we gave him this alternative. He's been doing this for almost ten years now," Adrian told me as he walked me to Emma's front door.

"Why don't you set him free?" I wondered.

"He knows too much," Adrian shrugged. "Besides, I think he enjoys driving."

"Well, he does it for a living," I murmured. "Do what you love, not love what you do."

"Don't the two go hand in hand?" No.

I knocked lightly on the dark red door and shivered. I hated the cold. In three days I'll be back in my warm bed, in my warm apartment, in my warm city, in my warm state.

The door opened slowly, revealing a tired looking Emma. She has changed slightly since I last saw her. Her hair had grown darker and slightly longer. Her skin had become a bit darker as well, but I couldn't see much besides her face and hand as she yawned loudly.

"Don't you know it's 1 pm on my day off?" she scolded.

"Everyday is your day off, you don't work," I laughed. Emma finally opens her brown eyes and she screams my name.

"You're here! Why? I missed you! Oh, my God, I can't believe you're here!" she squealed and hugged my shoulders with a tight grip.

"Yes, I'm here. I decided that since you came to California for my 21st birthday, I should come to New York," I told her and pulled away. "We're going to have the best weekend ever!"

"Will there be liquor involved?"

"You bet there will be! We're 21! Now, let me in, I've been freezing ever since we landed."

"We? Oh, I didn't see you, Adrian."

"You try not to, although I don't know why you resist me."

"Let me give you a couple of reasons. I'm mated, married, and happily in love with your Third in Command." My ears perked up. This was news to me.

"You didn't tell me Andre became a T.I.C.," I blamed her.

"Little details Sam. Now, get in and tell me what you have planned for my birthday weekend." Emma went inside but left the door open for me. I turned to Adrian and opened my mouth to say thank him, but he beat me to it.

"Don't worry about it. Seriously."

"Why didn't you tell me Andre was Third in Command? Let alone, in your pack."

"There are just some things you don't want to hear." He looked behind me and his whole demeanor shifted darkly. "Or see for that matter." And with that, he turned abruptly and made his way back into the limo, opening the door for himself.

I watched in complete bewilderment as the limo disappeared into the dim light of frosty Manhattan.