Wickedly Mated (Being Edited)

Chapter Eleven: Taken

A/N: Hello Readers, So I know in the last chapter you were expecting to read the date with Eryn and Connor but I thought I'd continue it on this chapter. If you were hoping for it on the last chapter, I'm sorry for the inconvenience but this is probably better this way. As I promised, to to right is a picture of Caine. Caine is a Native American by the way.

CHAPTER ELEVEN

The cold wind blew against my fingers but it was warm against Connors stomach. The smell of his light cologne engulfed my senses and I leaned in more to his back. My arms tightened more around him and his breathing was even as he smoothly controlled his bike. The streets of New York was lit by cars and lights that escalated from buildings. My mind wondered on where exactly he was taking me. The jacket kept me warm but his body was where the heat was coming off from. I tried not to think about me hugging up against him but my thoughts weren't cooperating. The driving direction he was taking was all too familiar and that's when I could see the St. George Ferry Terminal up ahead. I didn't think we were really going on the ferry because it would only take us to Staten Island. He confirmed my suspicions when he parked his bike in the parking lot of the Terminal. He got off, setting the helmet on the bike as I did the same. The dock was usually crowded at night but no one around that I seen. I followed him up to the booth of the terminal, where an older man was behind the glass window of the booth.

"Hey Stu . . . Do you have it?" Connor asked the man he called Stu. The old man opened up the door to the booth and handed Connor a duffle bag. Connor thanked him and automatically I thought they were drugs,

"Is that . . ." I was about to say until he opened the duffle bag and pulled out a thick cotton blanket. I raised an eyebrow as he looked at me, smiling. He handed the duffle bag back to Stu who walked back into the booth. Connor then started walking towards the deck where I seen a ferry boat set up next to the dock. Pure white Christmas lights decorated the boat. Another man, who was dressed in a suit, waited on the edge of where the entrance of the ferry was set. I followed Connor to the ferry and the man, tall and fair skinned with salt and pepper hair and a beard that covered most of his face, greeted Connor,

"Hello Alpha, your table is set up at the deck part of the ferry. May I take your blanket?" he asked. Connor thanked him, handing him the blanket. Connor was helped up to the ferry as Connor then held his hand out towards me and I genuinely took it, feeling his warm palms and he pulled me onto the ferry with ease. We followed the man as he lead us to the deck. To my surprise, a candle light dinner was set up, two plates across from each other with a candle lit in between the plates. The circular table was covered with a white satin sheet and a wine bottle was set into a silver like bucket that was set to the side of the table. It was beautiful and Connor took my hand and lead me to the table, pulling out a chair for me and I sat in it, he pushed the chair in but whispered in my ear,

"Do you like it?" he asked. I turned around to look up at him as his eyes fell upon me. He smiled and I returned the smile,

"It's beautiful." I said and he walked over to his side, pulled his chair out and sat down, scooting in. He then set his hands on the table,

"This is only half of what you see, wait until we get to Staten Island." he said and I scrunched my eyebrows together,

"We're going to Staten Island?" I really didn't care but asking him just slipped out. He just smiled, "You'll see." Another secret he wasn't telling but at this moment, I was feeling all sorts of warmth.

We were served dinner by a few other people, dressed to impress, and they all called him Alpha. Were they part of his pack? As they finished serving our food I finally asked,