The Alpha's Weakness

Chapter Two

"Ladies and gentlemen," the pilot says over the intercom, waking me up from my cat nap.  "We will be landing in five minutes.  Please turn off all devices and remain in your seats the whole decent. We appreciate you choosing our airlines, and hope you join us again soon."

I buckle myself back up, having slept without it on because I can not stand having a piece of metal dig into me while I sleep, and I look out the window.  The cloudy expanse blocks my view of what lies beneath, and the thunder in the distance is not helping to calm me down.  My fingers grip the edge of the armrests tightly, and I could not be more grateful the owner of the seat next to me never noticed my discomfort, or else I would be mortified.

I feel the airplane begin to dip, and I get that feeling in my stomach, the one you get on roller coasters.  My whole body tenses, terrified of diving through the clouds.  As we soar through the grey mist, the thunder in the distance gets closer, and the clouds out the window get darker.  Aren't piolets not supposed to take off or land during storms, or am I remembering that incorrectly?

"Hello, this is your captain speaking," the piolet says over the intercom in a calm voice.  "We are experiencing some mild turbulence and ask that everyone check their seatbelt and make sure all luggage is secure."

This only makes me worry, and my green eyes widen with fear.  I try to calm myself with breathing exercises, but all I can smell is the nervousness and fear in the air.  If only I could open the window.  Right as I think that, lightning strikes, much closer than that of the thunder only a few moments ago.  On second thought, dont open the window.  Do not open the window.

Lost in my thoughts, I don't notice till we level out that the plane has landed.  It was only an eight-hour flight, but it felt like much longer.  I stay seated as the light above each of our heads flickers, letting everyone know that they may get their luggage and leave the plane.  I wait for almost everyone to leave before I stand and get my carry-ons from the compartment above me.  I grab the two bags, sling the one with my laptop over my shoulder, and let the other one drag behind me on its wheels.

I say thank you to the piolet and the flight attendants as I make my way off the plane, and slightly jump over the gap where the plane and airport meet.  Nobody comments, probably having seen this plenty of times.  I make my way to airport security, following the signs, while pulling out my phone from my black leather jacket and calling Rae.  She answers on the third ring, but I cut her off before she can speak.

"Rae!" I yell with excitement, having not heard her voice in seven hours and fifty-seven minutes.  "Where are you?  Please tell me you're alone, If James is there, hes probably giving you hell for being here, isnt he?"  I say with a smirk, turning the corner for security.

"Rae," James warning growl erupts from the phone, making my eyes widen and my heart skip a beat.

"Heeeyyyy James" I say, my voice raising an octave.  "How- wha- So hows life going?"  I try to divert the conversation, getting the pressure off me.

"James!" I hear a screech from the other end of the line, and with my advanced hearing, I can also hear it in the airport.  I smile, knowing that only a few moments separate Rae and I.  I also know that James is about to get beaten into the ground by his pregnant mate for answering her phone.  "Well while y'all sort out... whatever it is you did, I am going through security so Ill call you back."  I say before I hang up the phone.

I take off my shoes, pearl earrings, simple metal ring, jacket, and black choker, put them in the plastic bin provided, and step through the um scan thingy.  Yet right as I step through, the alarm goes off.  The security officers, not being all that alerted, tell me to go back and try again.  Still, the alarm goes off.

"Ma'am," a cute young officer steps forward and asks me a question.  Only bits get through because I am suddenly distracted by the strangest feeling.  I feel it through my entire being, making me worried.  I blame it on the airplane food and pray that I dont throw up.  I stumble from the growing sensation, and trip over my own feet, landing in the arms of the officer.  Right as his skin touches mine, a growl is heard throughout the nearly empty airport.

I grab onto the cute officers arms to steady myself, but the uneasy feeling gets worse.  His face looks down at me as he asks me questions I cant quite hear, and for some reason, I look in the direction of the growl that came from behind me.  I turn in the officers hold and stare at the man standing a few feet away.  I saw his face first, and as I gazed at his features, I realize that he is the most gorgeous man I have ever seen.

I scan over his full lips, begging me to kiss them, I look over his high cheekbones and scruffy stubble, making me wish I could run my fingers over his face.  Wait, what?  I am becoming such a creep, I think to myself.  I hang my head in embarrassment, making my long brunet hair fall over my face to hide my blush.

I can feel as he steps closer to me, his powerful presence telling me that he is a werewolf, a high ranking one at that.  I cant think of what to do, so I do what I always do, give a death grip to the closest thing around me.  Unfortunately, that just so happens to be the security officer who, surprisingly, is not as cute as I previously thought.

My thoughts are interrupted as the gorgeous man takes another step forward, his chest touching my side that is turned to him.  Sparks erupt as he says "Get. Off. Her."  Enunciating each word, making the poor boy practically drop me.  I stumble once more, and the handsome man catches me grabbing my arms and leveling my feet, all while pulling me closer to him.  I slowly look up at his face and meet his eyes.

The sick feeling immediately leaves me, and in its place erupts the warmest feeling ever.  I feel as if I am on fire as I look into his eyes.  I almost look down to see if I am burning, but at this point, I couldn't care if I were.  For the only thing that matters is what is right in front of me, getting closer and closer.  His lips near mine and one word fills the distance between us.

"Mate."