Forbidden Love

Chapter Five

Skylar

"Ma'am, the plane ride is over."

I jerk awake, my eyes flying open. A flight attendant was standing in front of me, worry in his eyes.

"Oh, okay. Thanks," I mumble, rubbing the sleep from my eyes. I felt like I was going to throw up any moment, and that would be really embarrassing.

"Just out this way," he says, placing a hand on my back and leading me to the baggage claim section.

I thank him, then start to look for a certain black suitcase. Ander, surprisingly, bought me an entire new wardrobe as a parting gift.

But I still hate him.

"My bag," I mutter as I see it go around again.

I huff, waiting for it to come around again. This time, I pay attention and grab my suitcase.

The Alpha, whose name was Marcus, told me that there would be a black limo waiting outside for me. I hope he's not lying, because that would suck.

The night air was cold, and when I exhaled, I could see my breath.

"Are you, Skylar?"

My head whips to the side to see a man about sixty standing next to me. He was short, almost shorter than me, and had a balding head. He had a paper in his hand, but he held it in a way where I couldn't see what was on it.

"Yes, why?" I ask.

"I am your ride to the king," he says, smiling politely. He pointed to a black limo across from us.

Most people were gaping at it, and I'm sure I was too.

It was really long, and so dark it shined. The moonlight reflected on it, giving it a creepy look.

I didn't want to go in there.

"Well, come along. Wouldn't want to keep the king waiting, would we?"

I saw the fear in his eyes as he spoke, and I wonder if he was late before. What happened?

"Okay," I say after a moment.

"By the way, my name is Griffan."

"Okay," I mutter.

Griffan opens and shuts the door after me, then climbs in himself.

"You ready?" I hear him call out.

No, I thought.

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"Here we are," Griffan said as he pulled the limo to a stop.

The palace looming above me was amazing. It had a circle driveway with a fountain in the center. The building was made of marble stone and there were four pillars supporting the front of the roof. The three steps leading to the massive gold door were gold.

Solid, real gold.

"Here we are," Griffan said, holding the door open for me.

I barely mumble a 'thank you' before being captivated by the inside.

The ceiling seemed to tower above me, making me feel even smaller.

I was 5'2, so I was used to feeling small.

"Ah, this must be the lovely, Skylar," I hear a man say. He was walking down a staircase, and his voice echoed across the room.

As soon as his expensive-shoe-covered-foot hit the ground, I felt an aura of power engulf me. I almost wanted to bow, that's how strong it was.