“No…They didn’t want me. That’s…That’s why I’m going back home.”
Fuck. She looks sad, small, and vulnerable.
“Honey, you can’t hide out in the bathroom the entire flight. It isn’t safe.”
It feels like some sort of Alpha demon has taken over my body as I touch her and all these sweet words slip out of my mouth. What the fuck is happening to me?
“Is there anything on board to medically sedate me?” she asks and my mouth gapes as I stare at her.
She’d really do that, put herself through that pain and numbness so that we make it to Philadelphia—it’s that important to her.
Maybe I’m naive, maybe it’s my Alpha need to protect her when it seems like no one else on this flight wants to, maybe I’m actually possessed by some caring kind demon. Whatever it is, I without a doubt want to get her back home and make sure she’s safe.
“What’s your name?” I ask, my thumb involuntarily rubbing the side of her face.
“Shiloh,” she whispers.
Pretty.The thought has me clearing my throat, which just makes me inhale her scent even more. Which in correlation makes me lose more brain cells, apparently.
“I’m Cole. I’m going to get you home. Now, do you have anything you can take to help with your scent? Anything that might stall your heat for the next few hours.”
“My suitcase is in the overhead bin. It’s the pink one with flowers.”
I still haven’t let go of her face, and she hasn’t asked me to stop and I’m not sure how to handle the fact that I don’t want to. Something has definitely taken control of my body.
Hasn’t this been my pack's entire problem? I haven’t connected to any of the Omegas Jonah has tried to set up dates with?
“I’m going to go get your bag. You’re going to take the medication and then you’re coming to the cockpit with me.”
Her eyes widen. “Who’s flying the plane right now?”
“My co-captain.” I smile. “Even though right now it’s practically flying itself.”
“Will…he be okay with that?”
I shrug, Brock will get over it, or he can leave the cockpit if he needs to. But there’s no way I’m going to leave her in this bathroom for nearly five hours. No fucking way.
“Stay right here, I’ll be right back.”
My hands drop from her face and she grabs my white sleeve tight in her fist. Her nails are perfectly manicured, her clothes look high end. I’m trying not to read too far into what’s going on right now, but her not having a pack makes no sense. Maybe she comes from a wealthy family?
She whines and then lets go of my sleeve, balling her fist and wrapping her hands around her waist.
“Sorry.”
“I’ll be right back. Lock the door behind me.”
I have to work hard to turn around and unlock the door and shove myself out before pushing it shut.
The flight attendants look at me with wide eyes.
“You’re taking her to the cockpit?”
“Unless you ladies want to make an emergency landing, who knows how long we’ll be sitting on the tarmac.”
They both pale, hating the idea, knowing they don’t want ground delay pay and they have shit to do.
“Can one of you grab her carry-on?”
