•𝑺𝑻𝑶𝑳𝑬𝑵 𝑴𝑶𝑶𝑵•【√】

ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ᴛᴇɴ

It is not the jet lag. It is the realization of what has happened as I look out the window of Jinyoung’s private jet. The landscape is breathtaking but it’s not home. Not home. The thought makes my stomach tied in knots but with Jinyoung sitting across me, studying my every move I am not going to reveal any emotion.

“You are staring at me,” I say.

“Am I making you nervous?”

“You are making me annoyed.”

I glance at him with the corner of my eye. He hasn’t slept at all, reading reports and conferring with his guards in that annoyingly perfect language of his. It was the only good thing in the whole flight. That and the fact that Jinyoung  seems to be a workaholic. That works great with my plan to avoid him like the Devil avoids Holy Water.

“We are landing in a while,” Jinyoung passes a few papers to one of his guards that he never even introduced to me. “We are going straight to the pack house.”

“I want to call my family.”

“We’ll see about that.”

“Even fucking prisoners get a freaking phone call.”

Jinyoung  leans to me and I instinctively lean back to my chair. He flinches at my reaction and I grind my teeth.

“What? You thought that I’d be comfortable around you?”

“I am not going to hurt you,” he growls.

“Of course not,” I scoff. “You have no qualms hurting my Alpha Daughter, even though. You knew she was under my protection. ”

“I am not going to hurt your Friend  either.”

“As long as I keep being nice and quiet, a good little Luna?”

“I knew you were smart.”

He gets up and goes to the front of the plane and leaves me there, stewing in my juices. I hate that guy! I really, genuinely hate him. If it wasn’t for Jihee...

I take one deep breath and I brace for landing. I am a strong female Beta. I will not crumble down and cry. I will not let that man break my spirit. I am going to be the one to break him, make him regret doing this to me, to Jihee. And if I find that he has hurt my  Sweet heart jihee, he will spit his mother’s milk.

We land and we get off to be boarded on SUV’s. I am on the second one with Jinyoung  while his guards and Thane are on the one ahead of us.

I look out the window and take in the view. It is a beautiful land, with lots of green, vast forests and winding roads. On any other occasion I would be so glad to be here. I would enjoy the endless green grass that beckons at me and the crystal-clear lakes that promise rejuvenation. But I can’t. It is all a prison, a beautiful prison but still a prison.

Jinyoung  is quiet but the space is not big enough to make his scent go away. And I feel his energy radiating off him in waves.

“He smells so good,” Antiope begs me to crawl in his lap and take in his scent.

“Antiope, I need you with me on this,” I try to reason with her.

“But look at him! And have you seen how his wolf look like?”