The Alpha's Desire 4 by Willow Brooks Page B

fearful and full of danger. At least, I hoped that would be the case. Learning magic couldn’t be all that scary, no more so than meeting family you hadn’t known you had for the first time. Everything would be better than fine. It just had to be.
     
    All thoughts stopped dead in their tracks, though, as I took my first step into the plane. To my right, it looked more like a luxury living room, or something along those lines. Again with the white leather, and I stifled a giggle. Paranormals, they had good taste, and money: lots and lots of money. Now that I qualified as one, I wondered just how that happened as we had to walk around a horseshoe-shaped couch with a table of a gray, glossy wood-like grain in the middle. This table ended, of course, with a wet bar. Stocked, too, from what I could see through the glass doors. Beyond the couch, lining each side of the plane, were tables, each surrounded by three bucket seats. The tables were maybe marble, white with gray and gold flecks to match the, of course, white leather bucket seats, as big as the ones that had been in the SUV. To the far end hung a plasma screen TV, not as large as a theatre screen, but bigger than any I’d seen before. Under that was a fireplace, of sorts.
     
    My first thought was of the danger of any sort of flame or flammable gas on a plane, but what did I know? Obviously, large groups flew in this thing on a regular basis. I’d seen the carrier plane also in the hanger, the one that delivered supplies to the island that I’d heard about. Silly me had assumed we’d be taking that, not some private jumbo jet. Showed how little I knew about the rich and, well, not famous, but secret, people. If I were to be one of them soon, I’d have a lot to get used to, inside of me and out.
     
    Lex gave me a gentle nudge to make me start walking again. Once we rounded the couch and sat down, sinking into yet another set of soft, beyond comfortable seats, the pilots-slash-werewolves entered this living room built for the sky. Taking a place in front of us, standing at attention, like soldiers with their hands clasped behind their backs as they waited for our attention. 
     
    “Welcome, Christina,” one of them said. “We are happy to have you and Lex on board. As Lex knows, the door to the left of the fireplace is the restroom, and the door to the right is the pantry. It has been fully stocked with all sorts of snacks, from cheese and meat trays to fruits and vegetables. You will find an assortment of breads and crackers, and more. So, please help yourself to food and to drinks from the bar. Everything has been obtained just for you, courtesy of the Royal family, who wanted me to tell you just how anxious they are to finally get to meet you. Please, have a wonderful flight.”
     
    I managed to nod. Even though we’d had a little to eat on our way out, half a croissant and two sips of coffee for me, it hadn’t made up for all of the meals my body felt it had missed in the past days. Besides, with all of the schedule changes of sleeping during the day and being up at night with the vampires, I was quite out of sorts, both schedule-wise and food-wise. My body didn’t know whether it wanted to get up and move or sleep for a month. The delirium of exhaustion had probably set in, but I didn’t want to miss a minute of any of this. Needing to stay awake and relax, I wondered if someone could put a shot of an energy drink into some vodka or something.
     
    As my stomach began to grumble in response, the other pilot began, “We will be on the other side of this door behind you. For safety, it will be locked, but if you need us, there is an intercom service over to your left that you can use to speak to us. The flight will be long, several hours, so make yourselves comfortable. Watch a movie. Catch a nap. We will be flying through the night, landing as the sun rises where we are going. Do not be alarmed if, when we approach the island, it just suddenly seems to