The rest of week Hardin and I find things to occupy ourselves with as we enjoy our final few days together. We have sex, take walks through the woods, we go swimming in the waterfall, we have sex, dinner, movies, sex, board games, drinking games, sex, go running as wolves together, sex, and sex, and more sex.
So that's how we spent our week, not wasting a moment of time together through the day or night, right up until it's time to say goodbye. That's the hardest part, knowing I'm not going to see him, or be able to hug him, or sleep next to him for the next month.
Given the threats, Hardin doesn't drive me to the airport, instead Beck takes us. So we say our goodbye before we leave, my heart aches as I once again leave Hardin behind, but for now it has to be this way so he can concentrate.
"Whatever happens, I want to know immediately. If I find out you kept it from me, I'll break your face." I whisper to Beck, hugging him outside the airport.
"Yes Alpha." Beck mumbles.
"Take care of everyone." I sigh, reluctantly pulling away.
Beck nods to me, and Jackson wraps his arm over my shoulder as we head into the airport with all our luggage.
"You know where to go right? Because I'm lost." Jackson grins at me.
Sighing, I turn us around as I realise we're going the wrong way thanks to Jackson. He tuts and impatiently taps his foot as we head through the security and check-in area, I try not to chuckle at him. If he thinks it's bad now, just wait until we're on the twenty six hour flight to actually get there.
Before long, we're boarding our flight and sitting down near the window. Jackson isn't a fan of heights, so he refuses to actually look out of the window even though the plane isn't moving. Turns out it doesn't frighten me, although I naturally feel nervous not being on the ground.
"Suck this." I tell him, handing him a hard sweet.
"What for?" He frowns, already starting to turn white.
"Your ears might pop as we take off." I shrug.
"That's a real thing?" He raises his eyebrows, surprised by this.
Trying not to laugh, I nod. "Yep."
Ten minutes or so pass before the flight attendants give the safety speech and we clip on the belts and the plane starts to take off. Jackson grips my hand, squeezing the life out of it as the plane goes up, turbulence shaking us now and again. I let him squeeze all the blood out of my hand simply because I'm trying so hard not to laugh at him.
I've never seen someone so pale white in all my life, beads of sweat form on his forehead.
"Breathe through it, it'll stop soon." I assure him, handing him a couple of sweets to chomp on to half distract him.
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Jackson shakes me roughly, waking me up with a slight glare on his face.
"How the hell did you sleep through that? Are you nuts?" Jackson questions with anger, the kind of anger that comes from terror.
Snorting out a laugh, I unclip the belt and stand up, grabbing my bag from the overhead luggage area. Jackson grabs his small rucksack and follows me off the plane, back through yet another airport and all the security and everything.
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Everlasting
Hombres LoboAbused from a young age, Katalayha Slovak was forced to run a house hold, tormented and tortured at every turn. She was the maid, the chef, the cleaner, the punching bag, the daughter that was never wanted. All her life she has been hurt by those wh...
