Forever in the Past and Forever in the Future

Forever in the Past and Forever in the Future by Neener Beener chapter 35

In the morning, I board the jet only to find an unfamiliar pilot performing preflight checks.

Oh, Hell no.

I ‘m not going to fly with a pilot I don’t know. First off, I have no idea what his experience is. Secondly, too many media outlets try to sneak around to get information about me and my company. I wouldn’t put it past a network to plant a pilot to try to get intel on me. MasonCo is a multibillion dollar corporation. Because of the nature of our work, I usually decline interviews. I don’t need any information about my clients to accidentally leak to anyone.

Unfortunately, this tactic makes the media more desperate to find

out how I am so successful. When I do go out in public in the human world, paparazzi always seem to find me and make up the most ridiculous shit about my business dealings and relationship status.

This guy looks familiar, but I can’t put a finger on where I have seen him before. Definitely not on one of my private flights. My intuition suddenly tells me I need to be cautious.

“Where’s Mitch? ” I skip the pleasantries, as I take off my suit jacket and drape it over the seat next to me. Internally, I’m wary but I try not to let it show in my voice. Plus, I already feel annoyed by this change in personnel with no forewarning.

“Good morning, Alpha,” the stranger says with a small salute, “Mitch is on paternity leave, his wife had her pup this week.

Name’s Joe Morris, substitute pilot for the weekend.“

I look him over for a minute, annoyed that he thinks he can speak to me so casually. He’s on the younger side with close- cropped blond hair and clear gray eyes; over six feet tall but not as tall as me, with a slim build. He averts his eyes when he

realizes I ‘m staring longer than socially acceptable.

I can smell that he’s a werewolf, but I don’t recognize his scent at all. Why does this guy look so familiar? Did he serve in the military with me? No way. He is not muscular enough to have ever been a warrior.

me a minute before we take off? I just need to make a quick call, ” It’s an order, not a question. He nods

his nerves come through in his

the stairs of the plane and light a cigarette before calling Carly. She

didn’t you tell me there was going to be a substitute pilot? ” I snarl into the phone. When I dialed her number, I reminded myself to remember not to be too harsh with my tone but I’m angry she didn’t tell me about this change in personnel. She instantly

the only one I could find on such short notice, ” she says with a touch of fear

is in Colombia with Beta Lenora, ” I

least? I have no idea who he is,” I ask, impatiently, “You expect me to let my mate be flown across the Atlantic

the airport, they provided me with this guy’s name at

noon before it all clears. The earliest someone is in the office to process him is seven

Which would be this two- thirty p.m. The airport doesn’t have any open take -off slots until three p.m. If you choose not to take off in

take off until three. You can always fly commercial but I know you don’t

If you’ve changed your mind,

Heathrow. You would get into France about the same time as the afternoon private flight. My

a minute. I can feel my

wants to get to our mate just as badly

Shit.

changes to the itinerary. I will take off in half an hour, ” I growl. I hang up

years. He never mentioned a pup on the way. Not that he and I play golf on the weekends or anything, but I feel like I would have some

if we get on this plane right now, you need to be on high alert. Something isn’t right here. You

need to be on high alert, Saint, ” he mocks

cigarette into a puddle, rub my face with my

through a dozen scenarios in my head

into the