Alpha Loren novel Chapter 30

October 22nd

After a five hour sleep, I was awoken by a gentle shake.

It was 4:30 am.

The sun was yet to rise.

"Urghhh," I groaned. "It's too early..." 

"I sorted everything last night. The flight is at 9:00 am from Seattle," Leo explained.

"Wait my passport is at my house," I said sitting up.

"Like I said, I sorted everything last night," He said waving the navy book. 

I smiled slightly before remembering I was still pissed off and frowned again.

At about 7:30 am, we arrived at the airport. People rushed every which direction and the sounds of suitcase wheels sliding along the tiled floor only just overwhelmed the screaming children, screeching tanoys and general hustle and bustle. 

We stood in the middle of the terminal. Leo looked down at a piece of paper and then scanned all the desks as I just stood, my eyes struggling to stay open.

"Pissing hell," he cursed as he fumbled around with the papers and passports. "Airports are the worst places on earth."

"You know, I'm not sure I've ever been to one," I said looking around at the unfamiliarity of the place.

"You've never been on a plane?" he asked.

"No," I replied. "I have a passport but I've never left the country. We never had the money."

He smiled and wrapped an arm around me, "Then I'm glad I am able to give you the opportunity."

"Well..." I began. "Still doesn't make up for all the opportunities you've taken from me..."

Leo let out a sigh and looked around, "Are we really gonna go there now?" he asked through gritted teeth.

"Or the opportunities you've taken from all the people you've murdered or all those little kids in your fucking concentration camp-"

"Ella," he said deeply but quietly. "I am not arguing with you in the middle of an airport."

"So we're just supposed to go on this vacation and pretend like everything is fine?" I asked looking up to him.

"Yes," he chirped before taking my hand and leading us to the check-in desk.

"Good morning, Sir. May I please have your check-in details," the lady said to Leo. 

He handed over some documents and our passports and we waited whilst she scanned and typed.

"Mr Leonardo Loren and Miss Ella Jones?" She asked.

"That's us," Leo answered. 

She then printed the boarding passes and our suitcase was zipped along a fancy conveyor belt.

"So it's 45 minutes before we bored," he said once we had checked in and got through security. "And 16 hours and 45 minutes before we land."

"Jesus," I exclaimed. "Better go for a pee now because from what I've heard, airplane toilets are not a lot of fun."

"Alright for you," Leo replied. "You're not a foot taller than the ceiling in those toilets."

We soon reached the airport restrooms. Spilling from the entrance of the ladies was a long snaking line of women, composed mostly with Moms with young children, the elderly and a lot of desperate looking people that looked as if they'd been waiting a while.

Outside the men's: no one.

"Christ above us," I cursed. "Pissing shit."

"Fucking women," Leo mumbled.

I elbowed him in the stomach, "Not our fault we weren't designed with a built-in piss stick and for some reason are rendered with the responsibility of taking even the male kids to the restroom."

"You aren't waiting in that line," Leo said. "I don't want to die here."

"Then what do you suggest?!" I replied. "I just piss on the floor?!"

He thought for a moment before he reached for my hood and lifted it over my head and pushed my hair behind my ears.

I looked at him with great confusion before he seized my hand and began dragging me away from the ladies line.

I suddenly realised his intentions.

"I'm not going in the men's bathroom with you. Fuck no," I stated as he continued to haul me along.

But it was too late, we were already through the door.

"Leo what the hell!"

"Don't look," he said shoving me into one of the stalls but not before receiving multiple stares. 

At 5 ft 3, I was not a very convincing male even with my hood up.

"Oh My God!" I whisper-shouted. I say whisper-shouted because it was a whisper but because the rest of the room was silent I might as well have said it at the top of my voice. "Why does it smell so bad in here?!" I asked as Leo locked the stall door.

"Stop overreacting," he said. "Just piss and we can leave."

"You Sir, need to turn around," I replied.

"I've seen it all, Ells," he replied with a grin.

"Just turn around!" I ordered, my cheeks flushing red.

He did so but before I could go anywhere near that toilet I had to take a moment to wipe it down and clear the surroundings. It was grim to say the least.

Leo let out an abrupt laugh when I finally began to wee and the urine hit the water.

"Shut the fuck up," I scolded. "How old are you again?"

I finally finished and hurriedly headed for the door of the stall.

"Hold it," he said. "I've gotta go too."

"Then I'll wait outside."

"I'd rather I knew where you are," he replied grabbing my wrist.

"Fucking hell," I cursed.

He then turned to the toilet already unzipping his jeans. 

"Gross," I said not sure where to look. The next 30 seconds was one of the most awkward 30 seconds of my life. Listening to multiple men piss in a gross smelling room with a super-sensitive nose is NOT how I like to spend my free time.

"Okay I'm done," he said quickly washing his hands before unlocking the door. 

"Thank God for that..." I muttered.

There were still people at the urinals so I did my best to hide behind Leo on our way out.

"That was mortifying," I stated once we had got a safe distance away.

"It was an experience," he answered.

"Yeah, one that I could have done without." 

"Shall we get some coffee?" Leo said as we approached a Starbucks. After a little debating, I went with an average cappuccino. Leo queued up whilst I sat down at an empty table.

Behind him in the queue were a pair of extremely dressed up looking young woman. One had yellow bleached hair with extensions meaning it puffed out like a massive bush. The other had jet black dyed hair with pink streaks and straightened to an inch of its life so it looked dead and dry. They both wore short skirts, high heels, tops that left their boobs practically hanging out and each had a tacky handbag on the crook of their elbow.  I don't like to demean other women but it was bad taste to say the least.

"Hey," One of them said placing their hand on Leo's shoulder.

Leo grunted.

"Getting coffee?" the other asked.

"That's what you tend to do in a coffee shop," he muttered.

One then ran her finger down his arm and he turned around and stared blankly.

Okay, I don't give a shit about demeaning them anymore. Get the fuck off my mate.

"Do not touch me," he said simply as he pushed her hand off him and gave them a hard glare.

"Oh come on, babes," the other said leaning into him. 

I could see that he was trying to not get irritated it by it and snap.

"Come to the restroom with me," the first one said. "I can make it worth your while."

"Honestly? I'm struggling to think of anything worse," Leo said causing me to snort in laughter. Leo clearly heard because a slight smile crept onto his face. "There is literally nothing less appealing."

"So where are you off to?" the blonde one said changing the subject.

"Greece," Leo replied shortly.

"Huh! What a coincidence! So are we!" The brunette said jumping on her heels.

"Maybe we could come and meet you in your hotel," The blonde slurred stroking his arm.

"Not even mildly tempting," Leo said, "And I told you not to touch me," he growled, shoving her off him again.

"Don't play so hard to get. You know you want it," the brunette said, draping herself all over him. 

At that, my face creased and I began to march over.

There are times where I don't necessarily want him but they damn well can't have him either way.

When I reached them, I took Leo's hand and smiled sweetly.

"Who's she?" one of them asked.

"I'm his girlfriend," I said, "And you better stop touching my man."

They looked down at me and scoffed.

"You? You are his type?" the blonde one asked.

Leo wrapped his arm around my shoulder and kissed my cheek.

"Looks like it, huh?" I replied before kissing him back, "So fuck off."

The brunette then reached forward, trailing her long nails on Leo's arm. I lurched forward and grabbed her wrist.

"I said fuck off," I growled.

They both looked at me once more and then up to Leo who was giving them an equally hard glare before turning around and strutting off.

"I knew you were feisty but..." Leo said. "...wow."

I swallowed, only just realising the intense anger I was feeling. Was I...jealous?

"They were pissing me off," I replied, "Putting their hands all over you...ew."

I shuddered and he kissed my forehead again before it was our turn to order.

As Leo talked to the barista, I caught their whispers on the other side of the cafe.

"She isn't even that pretty," The blonde said, "Well she is, but nothing compared to us."

"And she's short AF," The brunette replied.

"I know right. He must get back pain kissing her,"  The blonde one said. I turned back to Leo who was laughing. 

"I'm not even that short," I said as he finished paying.

"And you're utterly beautiful. Don't listen to them," Leo replied.

"You are genetically predisposed by the Goddesses to think that," I said folding my arms, "But... thank you...I guess."

A slight smile tugged at my lips but I quickly hid it.

After boarding the plane, we settled down into our designated seats.

"Wow, so this is home for the next 16 hours," I said looking down at the limited legroom.

"Well, you'll be fine. You're short, remember?" Leo said as he sat his 6 ft 7 body down on the aisle seat whilst I sat beside the window. 

"Shut up," I said slapping his leg.

"I should have just bought our own first-class tickets. Fuck Luca's mouldy cereal packet vacation," he grumbled.

"You'll manage," I replied.

 At that point, the two girls from earlier strutted along the aisle. Thankfully, they went past with no more than a wink in Leo's direction to the other end of the plane.

A few hours after takeoff, we were both incredibly bored.

"I'm so bored!!" I exclaimed.

"Do you want to join the mile high club?" Leo asked.

"I can't tell if your joking or not..." I answered.

"I'm serious. I need some exercise and I can't just sit here for 16 hours."

"Then walk up and down the aisle!" I said. "You know...like a normal person would?!"

"Oh come on, Ells," he said. "It would be fun."

"No it wouldn't and it's not like you even fit in the restroom anyway," I replied.

"Sssh," he said leaning into to my lips.

"Just because we are going on vacation doesn't mean I have forgiven you," I said, pushing him away.

"And the fact that we're away from home doesn't change who's in control," he breathed into my ear. 

I looked straight into his eye, "You are not in control," I said surely.

"Fine, make a scene. See what happens," he whispered before kissing me anyway.

I pushed his chest, forcing his lips away from me, "You know I am not afraid to make a scene," I warned.

He glared into my eyes before sitting back in his chair and staring straight forward.

"How long are you going to hate me for?" he asked. 

"That's entirely up to you," I replied. "As soon as you stop being a merciless dictator, I'll rethink my feelings."

He sighed, "I'm an Alpha, Ella. What is so hard to understand?!"

I scowled and took to looking out the window.

"Look at me," he said, taking my hand.

I snapped my head towards him, "What?" I asked. 

"I don't want to argue with you this week," he said. 

"This was a terrible idea," I said. "Why would we ever think a sixteen-hour flight together and then ten entire fucking days of constant company was a good idea?! Leo, we can't even have a conversation without shouting at each other."

He clenched his jaw and looked away, "If you were a normal Luna we wouldn't have this issue."

I glared at him and he raised an eyebrow.

"What's that supposed to mean?" I snapped.

"You know exactly what I mean," he replied. 

"Right," I said, unbuckling my seatbelt. "There's a spare seat over there. I'll be on row 26 if you need me."

"Sit the fuck back down," he growled pushing me back into my seat. "You are staying here."

I slapped his hand off me and stood up again. This time he pulled me back down with much more force and grabbed my wrist tightly. 

"Excuse me, Sir," A flight attendant interrupted and Leo took a few seconds to acknowledge her and drag his glare away from me.

She was wheeling a trolley of food but when she saw his grip on my wrist, her eyes flickered, "Is everything alright?"

"Yes," Leo replied firmly.

She nodded and forced a smile before holding out two menu cards, "Can I interest you in any of our lunch choices for today?" she asked

Leo took the card, acting like nothing had happened, and quickly skimmed it.

"I'll have the pesto chicken and pasta salad please," Leo answered.

"Okay. And you madam?" She asked directing to me. 

"Um-"

"She'll have the same," Leo interjected before I could even hold the menu the right way up.

"Okay, here we go. Enjoy," she said handing us our meals and wheeling her trolley to the next row.

"I can order myself, you know?" I pointed out. "Still a person in my own right."

"The other two options both had peanuts in them. You're allergic to peanuts," he justified with a sardonic smile.

After that, we didn't exchange a single word for eight hours. We were about 11 hours into the flight and it was beginning to get late. I had begun to drop off on Leo's shoulder.

"Ella," Leo's voice said and I slowly opened my eyelids. "I need a piss."

"Then go," I grumbled.

"Come with me," he said unbuckling my seatbelt.

"You're a big boy. Go on your own," I said before I felt him pull me to my feet.

"You know that isn't why," he replied.

"You know what the great thing about a plane is?" I asked groggily. "You can't get off it when it's moving. I can guarantee you that when you get back I will still be here."

"You'll just wanna go later and have to climb over me. Just come," he stated hauling me out into the aisle so that I was walking in front of him. He placed a gentle hand on my hip so that he was so close I could feel his breath on the back of my neck.

"This is ridiculous," I mumbled. "And is that my phone?" I asked when something started vibrating in Leo's pocket with the tune of 'Humpty dumpty sat on the wall' - a ring tone I would be willing to put what little money I have on that Leo didn't have on his phone. 

"Yeah, there's wifi on this plane and your brother is facetiming you," he said.

"Good evening, Connor," Leo said answering the phone as we reached the queue for the restroom. "To what do I owe the pleasure?"

"Where's my sister?" Connor's voice demanded.

"Right here in fact. Why? Did you want to speak to her?" Leo asked in a forced chirp.

"In person," Connor replied.

"No can do I'm afraid. We're  4000 miles away," Leo said with a sarcastic 'what a shame' voice on.

"Where have you taken her?!" 

"It's more where are you taking her since we are also about 35,000ft in the air," Leo said. 

"Is she with you now?"

"No I left her on her own so some creep could kidnap her," Leo said sarcastically.

"Wouldn't be the first time," Connor replied causing Leo's face to harden. "That's also ironic considering who the creep that kidnapped her in the first place is-"

"You have 30 seconds to explain your reasoning behind this little phone call and it better be good or I'll hijack this fucking plane and fly straight back to Seattle and remind you exactly who you're fucking around with!" Leo said a little too loud and therefore receiving a few worried glances.

"Figure of speech," I reassured a worried looking elderly lady. "Don't worry he's not really going to," I said to another man. "He's only joking," I continued to woman and a small baby even though I wasn't really believing it myself. 

"Leo just let me speak to him," I hissed after my attempt to calm the general public.

"No."

"Leo," I said sternly

"No," Leo repeated,