His Claim

Chapter 7

[Kaia's POV]

Resting my head on the headrest as I detect the stares of every wolf in the small cabin. They make no effort to try and hide their curiosity, just staring as blatant and naive as northern wolves come. They make up their lack of mind for their stoic physical abilities and their thick skulls.

The attention is drifted to the Alpha, climbing into the chopper. He's linking one of them, eyes glowing bright mercury that penetrates theirs. I bite my lips and pray that he doesn't have another freak-out. The linking subsides and the wolves scramble to their seats without question.

He sits next to me, hand resting on the armrest while his gaze drifts onto my face. My hands tremble slightly in my lap but I refuse to look at him. My blood boils with each passing second.

He smirks at me, as if he knows something I don't. I cock my head and decide to flash him my bared teeth.

Instead of the annoyance that I expected to inflict on him, he laughs ingenuously and ignores my attempt. My cheeks redden instantaneously as I turn my head away from him.

My stomach threatens to eject it's contents as the aircraft jolts upward, the sputtering of the rutters growing increasingly loud. I cover my ears and grit my teeth, watching bits of dust and rocks pattern against the thick windows. The road begins to drift further and further away as bile climbs up my throat.

"Holy shit." I whisper into my hands, covering my face as beads of sweat gathered on my forehead. My fingernails dig into the flesh of my palms until little crescents seep with blood. I wipe my brows and cover my lips to avoid ruining the back of the seat in front of me.

The Alpha's hand grazes against my back, fingers brushing against the ridge of my spine comfortingly. I can't deny that the sensation is relaxing, but I won't let him continue to ogle me like some sort of whore. Lifting my head from my knees, I'm able to throw his arm off and growl at him again.

He doesn't say anything, turning his head away while holding a set of documents in his hand. The helicopter takes a sudden jerk to the side, causing my body to drift towards the Alpha. I try and grip the armrest, but I'm slammed against the left side of his body weightlessly.

"Hello." He says in a patronizing way while grinning. As if all confrontation had vanished into thin air, he gives me this toothy grin. I try and push myself away, but the angle of the chopper has me fastened against his muscled thigh.

"What do you want?" I say desperately, groaning and covering my face. The other wolves stare at me again.

"Nothing. Even though you've disrespected me numerous times, I can tell you're going to be a perfect leader for my pack." He says with pride. His eyes gleam with excitement like a pup in a candy store, teeth shining as he stares into the evening sky, pondering my future. I look out of the same window and only see the grey underbelly of clouds.

I push myself away from him as the helicopter levels out, angling myself as far away from him as I can. A small chuckle brushes past my ears that had me fuming again.

"Alpha Orion, would you like to take the scenic route?" The copilot asked over the sound of the rutters.

The alpha's lips curled upward in a sly smile, meeting my wary gaze before pursuing his lips in response.

"That would be perfect." He replied with an enthusiastic glint to his eyes. I let out a whoosh of air, the smell of fuel and smoke burning my nostrils. The helicopter took a sharp turn right that had me gripping the armrest for dear life.

Fuck you, I thought to myself.

"You're going to love the Far North." He whispers in my ear. Shifting uncomfortably, I don't respond.