Heyy guys xxx this is my third book, I don't know how well it will go, so please do comment if you want more. I can't promise regular updates as my main priority is to finish SY7W5OBINM before school starts again in Sept. Comment xxx
Annalise's POV:
The sound of rustling leaves woke me up from my dreamless sleep. Trying to keep my eyes open, I sat up slowly and turned on my bed light. I could feel another presence in my room. Thinking it was only my imagination, I looked at my alarm clock on the side table. 3:47 am. I groaned and looked around the room for anything misplaced. I saw my window open, I must’ve left it open before falling asleep. Oh well. I fell back into my comfy pillow, switching off my light. Unconsciousness was luring me in. I heard a sigh and a little mumble. I just waved it off, wanting to sleep so desperately. I gave up and let my sleep take over.
Mystery person's POV:
As soon as my olive skinned angel switched on the bed light, I hid behind the closet door. She seemed confused, but tired. I saw her beautiful honey brown eyes skim the room and her eyes landed on the clock. Realising it was so early; she fell back and switched off the light. I sighed again and slowly, but carefully, crept out the closet. I heard her breathing level out and she was asleep. I tiptoed towards her bed and studied her. She looked so peaceful. Her long and shiny brunette hair fell in front of her face and her hands were scrunched up in fists like she was protecting herself from danger. I pulled back the duvet covers and she shivered. Once there was no sign in her waking up, I picked her up bridal style and made my way towards the window. I climbed up onto the window sill and swiftly jumped out and landed with a thump on the ground. I looked down at the sleeping angel in my arms and saw her curling up into my stomach. Smiling lovingly at her, I walked to my car and sat her on the passenger seat. I strapped her in and her hands were in front of her searching for me. I smiled at the thought of her missing my presence. I kissed her forehead and closed her door. I made my way to the driver’s side and sped off to the pack house. The Black Fountain pack finally had their Luna. I made one final glace at her before speeding off to our pack. Our pack, I like the sound of that.
Annalise’s POV:
I woke up to the sound of turbulence. What? My eyes fluttered open to see that I was strapped in a plane. I frantically looked around and saw an ocean blue-eyed man staring back at me. Panicking as to who he was and where I was, I undid the seat belt and ran from him. I tried looking for the toilet, and as soon as I found it, a heavy weight made me fall to the ground. I was turned to face the weight holding me down and saw him.
'Get away from me, you freak!' I struggled away from his grip and crawled to the toilet. His hand grabbed my ankle and pulled me back towards him.
'Nooo! Get off! P-Please get off' Water works started up, it was never good when I cry. I always end up not being able to breathe properly. My GP said it was a form of panic attack and I have to take these meds to calm me down.
The man was straddling me, his rough hands held my wrists down on the floor above my head, and his legs were squeezing my thighs, trying to get me to stop wriggling. It only made me cry harder.
'Are you done?' Instead of answering, I tried to level out my breathing, but failed to do so. I struggled a bit more, but he took it the wrong way, his grasp on me tightened. I couldn't access any oxygen. I must've started to go pale as the man loosened his grip and muttered a 'shit'. He got off me and picked me up and ran to his seat, placing me on his lap. Rubbing my back, he cooed in my ear as my cries turned into sobs. He placed a hand on my waist and pulled me back towards him. He placed his other hand on my head so it rested on his chest. He took in a deep breath, and I copied . He let it out and so did I. I listened to his heartbeat and tried to make mine slow down. I carried on copying his breathing pattern for another 5 minutes until I was calm. I took this chance to look up at him and study his face.
Ocean blue eyes, tousled brown hair, a strong high jaw, tanned and most likely well-built. He was the definition of a Greek God.
'You okay?' He was very concerned, his voice was hoarse and full of worry. I was here, in a stranger's lap, when I should be running for my life. I saw his hands still wrapped around my waist and I struggled to get out, making his grip only tighten.
'Get off me!' I spat through my clenched teeth.
'I thought you said you were done?'
'I didn't say anything. Get off!'
'Not gonna happen princess, you're mine and right now you need rest, you just had a panic attack, the last thing you need is another one. So just relax in my arms 'cause you're not moving.'
'What do you mean i'm yours? I'm not an object! You don't own me! So get your filthy hands off me right now, and let me leave, or I'll call my lawyer and get you sued.' I threatened, hoping it worked. I waited but nothing, nada.
'Babe, you can't sue me. I'm rich, filthy rich, I own a major company and I can manipulate anyone to do what I want, even the judge. Babe, everyone feels threatened by me.' He smirked, ughh the nerve on that guy!
'There's nothing threatening about you, you're just some egoistical jerk! Now, for the last time, let go!' I struggled and scratched his hands and arms, trying to loosen his grip. I even bit his hand, but nothing happened. I huffed and gave up, let's think logically Anna. You're in a plane, thousands of feet from the ground and even if you do get out of his grip, what you going to do? Jump out? No, I'll sit in his arms and think of a plan. Nodding to myself, I relaxed in his arms and his grip slightly loosened. Hey... where are we even going?
'Errr- Mr Greek God person, where are we exactly going?' I looked up at him.
He let out a soft chuckle. God... his laugh. 'Mr Greek God? That's a new name. But to answer you're question, we're flying to the United States of America... California to be exact.'
Huh? What? Cali- I mean I've always wanted to go to America, but not like this. With my friends!
'Sorry, it seemed that you just said the US?' I hoped I misheard.
'Nope, you heard right, welcome to Cali.' I looked out the window to see land beneath us, huge palm trees and people driving on the wrong side of the road.
'Err- you guys are driving on the wrong side?' I questioned, are they crazy?
'No, you drive on the wrong side, England's one of the only countries which drive on the left, everyone else drives on the right.' Oh. Oops.
We started to land and once the wheels scraped on the tarmac, I jumped. I hate planes. I held on to the arm rest and scrunched my eyes close. I felt Mr Greek God's arms tighten around me and he rubbed my back soothingly.
'Not a big fan of planes?' He asked
'No, never have been.' Not after the incident. I hated planes after that, it scarred me for life. I was left as an only child after the event. I lost my twin.
