His Beloved

Chapter XVII

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ChapterXVII

"I don't like flying," I murmured as we sat in the first class seats.

Being on the plane reminded me of the first time we had met, and coming home to live with him in Switzerland, now I sat beside him in my pale blue going away ensemble with his ring on my finger.

It really wasn't that long ago to be honest.

Things were different now though, we were growing to understand each other and adapt to this new life together. I felt happy and loved. All he had done since our wedding night was dote on me and ask me how I was feeling.

"It shouldn't be a long flight," he said as he poured me a glass of champagne.

"So where we're going isn't far away?"

"Nice try, you're not going to know where we are going. It's been in my family for centuries. It's not a tourist hot spot, trust me. It's quiet and we shan't be disturbed."

Hm.

"Willa's return is going to be interesting for her," he said suddenly

I looked at him curiously.

"Her mate – grudgingly – called. He's lucky I even spoke to him. Threatening to enter my borders and all that other macho werewolf rubbish."

"When did this happen?"

He shrugged, "I'm surprised he even called. I'm surprised I took the call."

"Well technically, Willa is your sister now as well."

His eyes tightened at the thought and I had to hide my smile. He didn't like her, I knew that much. Willa could be hard to like, and she hadn't played nice either. I knew she was angry at him for slapping me but those things were past us now. She needed to move on too.

I fell into a light sleep as we continued flying. Aron was doing some paperwork beside me and my imagination was running wild on where we would be going and what we'd do. I was on a plane again going somewhere else. This had been an interesting few months.

I jumped from my sleep when Aron touched my arm and told me we were landing. The sky outside was black and I couldn't really make out where we were.

"Where are we?" I yawned out.

"Paris," he said as he gauged my reaction.

"Paris!?" I demanded in excitement as I tried to spot the Eiffel tower.

"It's not our final location, love."

"What is then?" How could Paris not be? I was practically bouncing in my seat and I had to try keep it together.

"You'll see."

So coy.

Eventually I found myself sitting inside a plush car as Aron helped load up our luggage. I was trying to wonder what we were doing in Paris and if this was a stopover we wouldn't be traveling very far if we were in a car.

Aron finally slid in next to me and spoke to the driver before leaning back and taking my hand, bringing it to his lips.

"I'm quite nervous."

"Why?" I asked, curious.

"You'll get your wedding gift today as well."

"Wedding gift?" I hadn't gotten him anything; I didn't know we were supposed to be doing that.