Kidnapped By The Alpha

EMMA

Suddenly, I blinked awake feeling hungry, tired and puzzled because I had expected all this to be a nightmare. It was then I realised my head was placed on someone's hard, yet comfortable shoulder. I jerked away from him, not believing he let me lay on him for so long, well, sort of because I had no idea how long I was out.

"You are awake," he hummed, dropping the newspaper he was reading on the flight deck. 'Who still reads newspapers?' I glared at him.

"Words Emma," he ordered.

I frowned, staring at him, "How do you know my name?" My eyes widened in surprise. My arm ached, and my whole body was sore. I badly wanted to get out of this dress, but I have nothing to change into. Plus, there was no way I'm going to ask my kidnappers any favours. "And how long are we going to be on this plane?"

"Two days," was all he said, purposely ignoring the first question. "Did you sleep well?" He inquired, staring at me in a way that made me uncomfortable.

"Two freaking days?! Where on earth are you taking me to? You kidnapped me, and are asking me if I slept well? God! I hope you rot in hell. Today happened to be a day every woman dreams of, but thanks to you, it's a nightmare!" I burst out crying for the first time since I got kidnapped. His eyes softened at the sight of my tears, but he made no move to console me.

"You do not want to marry him," he replied in a tone that made me stop crying and look at him. How the hell does he know I didn't want to marry Jake? I do love Jake a lot, don't get me wrong, but I didn't want to marry him so soon. I glance suspiciously at Jet, who is also staring back at me. 'Is he a mind reader or what? I hope not,' I pushed the thoughts aside.

I chuckled, "You think I don't want to marry him? Why would you think not? I am madly in love with him, that is what happens when two people are in love!" I snapped at him. I regretted my outburst almost immediately, and wished I could take it back, especially with the look Jet is giving me now. He looked angrily at me, his mood randomly changing so quickly, I don't know what to expect.

He leaned towards me, fury blazin in his eyes, "Say that again, and watch me go mad," he growled in my face. I gulped nervously, nodding my head in agreement For some reason, I know he isn't a man to be defied. Oh I hate him so much, and will he fucking move back? I wanted badly to say that to him, but I didn't have the courage to. I'm not ready to die yet.

"Good," he nodded, giving me a heartfelt smile. I'm sure he already has half, if not all the women in love with him, and the thought of that makes me feel some strange emotions in my chest. My day has been crazy, maybe that's why I'm feeling crazy. "Your heart knows who it belongs to," he murmured almost to himself, looking thoughtful.

"And you think that is you?" I laughed, "What gives you the notion that I'm yours?" Now I'm curious. He has been saying that ever since he appeared in my life. Did he bring me for someone? Is this guy crazy? Maybe his dead girlfriend looks like me or something? What the fuck is going on? The three hundred and sixty-five days movie? I hope not, cause there is no way... no freaking way I'm going to fall in love with someone like him. There was something so dark and dangerous about this Jet guy, anyone can see that.

"Has anyone ever told you, you talk too much?" He countered.

"Anyone ever told you, you don't talk enough?" I retorted and he grinned at me.

"Feisty," he whispered, his voice strangely deepened which I find extremely exotic. I flushed, embarrassed by my reaction to him.

"You should change," he frowned, as if finally noticing I was still wearing my wedding dress. "I don't like this dress on you," he muttered with disapproval.

"Well bingo! I don't care whether you like it or not!" I retorted, then shut up immediately when he gave me that look, 'Gosh, I hate it so much when he gives me that look.'

"Fine!" I agreed.

"You are getting smarter. Anastasia will take you to the lady's room." I wondered who Anastasia was, before I saw a female flight attendant approaching us. She gave me a brief, professional smile before turning her attention to Jet. I didn't miss the dreamy look on her face as I stood up frowning at her.

"When you are done, can we get moving?" I hissed at her with my arms folded across my chest. She glared at me, and I did the same. Jet raised a confused eyebrow at me, probably not noticing the silent battle going on between his flight attendant and me. Well, that's a good thing. I'm going to ruin his chance at getting any woman he wants since he's keeping me away from Jake. I turned around to follow Anastabitch, but Jet held me back, staring at me like I'm the most precious thing in the whole world. Like the look Jake used to give me, but he was more intense. Suddenly I was breathless. 'Holy fuck! Jet is in love with me!'

I felt faint all of a sudden. I thought I was going to pass out, but then I saw Jet bend his head and he pressed a kiss on the back of my hand. The single action almost made me melt, and I snatched my hand away from his. No! He couldn't be in love with me, my craziness has probably caught up with me again. Gathering my wedding dress around me, I quickly march after Anastabitch.

Yes, that would be her name now, and she happened to be top three on my hating list. First was Jet, then Kale.