The Bodyguard's Claim {manxman}

TBC: Chapter Twenty Three

Dr. Nicca James Alfarone

Arriving in Moscow, Russia seemed like the fastest yet slowest trip I had ever taken. "That was quick." I muttered, pulling my luggage along with me down the gate exit. "Heh. That's because you were sleep the whole way here, ya bloody twat." Jose rolled his eyes as he came to stand next to me, a look of confusion on his face. "What the hell does that sign say?" He tilted his head. "I wouldn't know. I'm not Russian. That's what I had Mikhail for." We stood in the middle of the airport, staring up at the big, black sign plastered on the ceiling with an arrow pointing to the left. "Oh, god. We didn't think this through." Jose sighed.

"It says Навес, or carport in English." We turned our head to see Kaiden approaching us with a soft smile on his face and his duffel bag around his body. "You guys are totally useless." He rolled his eyes and Jose folded his arms. "I forgot you came along." He snorted, chuckling under his breath. "How?" Kaiden raised a brow at Jose. "I was sitting right next to you." Jose turned red and ignored him, wheeling around to face me. "Can we go before I murder this figglio di puttana?!" I smirked in response as we began walking left to exit the airport. We had everything we need to get around Moscow except for Mikhail's location and transportation.

I was a little anxious. It was this feeling in the pit of my stomach, like something was happening. It felt as if something was burning through the tissues of my stomach and I had a pounding headache like someone was hitting me in the skull with a 10 ton hammer. It was a little weird and unbecoming because I performed a check up on myself and I was declared fine except for the occasional bout of stupidity, so why was I feeling like this? Why did I feel like I had died ten times over and came back to life?

"The pain you're feeling," I snapped my head up to face Kaiden, who had a serious look on his face. "Is most likely the pain Mikhail is experiencing or what he is about to experience." He admitted, closing his eyes. "What do you mean?" I puzzled, staring at him with a quizzical expression. His confession did nothing but scare me and all it did was push me further to the edge. I needed to find Mikhail. "I'll tell you, just not here." He sniffed the air, his eyes turning black. "I smell rogues." He motioned for us to continue walking out to the car lot, his hand on the small of Jose's back. "How are we supposed to get around?" Jose sputtered, folding his arms. "Easy." Kaiden smirked, his eye color fading into its original. "I ordered for a car to pick us up."

I stared in disbelief at Kaiden West. In the short time that I had known him, he managed to become one of Mikhail's good friends, which meant that he knew things that I didn't. He was also a werewolf, though I didn't know of his status. We exited the airport and saw that there were many lines full of cars, some new, some old. There were far more Russians signs out here in the crisp, cool weather. I shivered a bit involuntary, noticing that it wasn't me that was cold. I was used to cold weather so why was I shivering? I furrowed my eyebrows as I watched Kaiden walk up to one of the attendants with a list of cars attached with names.

"Я ищу человека, которого зовут Александр Петров." He spoke in clear, crisp Russian and Jose and I looked at each other like we were the inferior beings. "Aleksandr Petrov?" The female attendant responded and Kaiden nodded. "Это черный BMV прямо там." She pointed to a black BMV to our right and we gave her thanks, bidding our farewell. We dragged our belongings over to the car and a tall man with red hair and green eyes stepped out, his face void of all emotions. "I take it, you are Aleksandr Petrov?" I asked and he nodded, a small smile on his face. "It is very nice to meet you in person, Alpha." He bowed to me and my eyes widened. "Oh no, I'm not some sort of...." My voice trailed off as he looked at me skeptically. "You are mated to my Alpha Mikhail Baranov, correct?" My eyes widened in response and I clutched the mark on my neck unconsciously.