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.

we take off? I just need to make a quick call, ” It’s an order, not a question. He nods in confirmation and continues with his preflight

of time,” his nerves come through in his

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

number, I reminded myself to remember

got the call at one a.m, Alpha. This guy was the only one I could find on such short notice,

with Beta Lenora,

has this guy been vetted through security at least? I have no idea who he is,” I ask, impatiently, “You expect me to let my mate be flown across the Atlantic by some random

be out at one a.m. I contacted the airport, they provided me with this guy’s name at one fifteen and I submitted his

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

change the flight time to later this afternoon or wait for another pilot who is already cleared. Which would be this

you won’t be able to take off until three. You can always fly commercial but I

changed your mind,

at eleven a.m. and has a three-hour layover at Heathrow. You would get into France about the same time as the

place my hand on my hip and pace for a minute. I can feel my patience fraying as Saint starts to

get to our

Shit.

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

pilot for four 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 idea if

plane right now, you need to be on high

he mocks

with my hands, and take a deep breath

in my head

the flight,