Chapter 3 Caught Between Two Worlds

Brian’s POV

I'm Alpha Brian Walters, representing Walters, New York. My story begins with an unexpected twist – my mom decided to use our private jet for a little facelift getaway in Turkey. As a result, I found myself jet-less for my return to the city that never sleeps. But let's rewind a bit.

I had a business meeting with my company in the charming city of Edinburgh, Scotland. We're all about innovation, so we brought on board a group of sharp young Scottish IT and business students from Edinburgh Napier University to infuse our company with fresh, cutting-edge ideas.

Now, fast forward to today – I was running late for a regular commercial flight. Fortunately, being a priority business traveler comes with some perks, including boarding privileges that let me breeze past TSA and onto the plane ahead of the pack. Life for me is a whirlwind, constantly juggling business growth and tapping into global talent pools. We proudly wear the crown as the Capitalists of New York.

I settled down in my seat with a drink and was about to close my eyes when my eyes popped open. I got a waft of an unknown scent. I smelt a unique rose and honey fragrance. As the scent drew nearer, I felt my heart pounding and my ears burning red, and my pecker on alert. Where is this fragrance coming from? The tingling in my body continued as the fragrance became stronger.

I was startled when I saw the most beautiful girl, about 17 years old, approaching my seat. I sat staring, or almost gaping at her. I felt my fangs coming forth, and my mouth flooded with saliva. I wanted to get a taste of her or, rather, to mark her immediately. I heard Damian in my head saying Mine, mine! My wolf Damian recognized our mate.

She had long brown hair to her ass, the smoothest golden skin, and the cutest, classical, small face with champagne-colored eyes and the most luscious pouty pink lips. She wore no makeup. As my eyes lingered on her, all kinds of desires welled up in my loins, and I wondered if she was an actress or perhaps a Scottish model. My breathing became shallow as I felt my pants getting tighter in front. She lifted her eyes, looked straight at me and smiled. My heart felt like it popped right out of my chest. Then she turned away as if she was not affected by the mate call at all. She continued her journey to her assigned seat. I was in deep shit and can't control my wolf. I came to two conclusions: either she was a human and could not feel the mate call, or she was too young and had not shifted as yet, so she could not recognize it. When werewolves shift, they recognise their mates immediately.

I could smell that fragrance throughout this most uncomfortable, grueling flight. A sense of ecstasy and calm came over me, knowing that my fated mate was close by and I found her. I waited for the seatbelt sign to be turned off, and the captain's voice on the intercom said that we were allowed to leave our seats. Then I walked to the back of the plane just to check on my mate. She was seated in fourteen-C, which was an aisle seat. How fortunate for me, I could touch her as I passed by, and if she was offended, I could quickly apologize. As the fragrance became stronger, I hesitated beside her and touched her headrest. She was fast asleep, so I took the opportunity to gently touch her head. I felt electricity running through my hand. I quickly pulled my hand away and continued my walk to the back of the plane.

I could have used my business class washroom, but I was so engrossed with her scent. I walked to the back of the plane. I felt my manhood so engorged just touching her I had to use the washroom to get some release. On my return to my seat, I stopped again beside her, and I was so enraptured by her that I stood gazing at her. She was so beautiful in her sleep. As thought came to mind, I must confirm she is my mate, I told myself, all the while fully knowing I can't help myself. As I touched her head, the feeling of electricity hit my hand; it flew up my arm, and a shiver ran along my spine. Knowing one touch was not enough, I told myself I must touch her again. This time, it felt like a compulsion, and I couldn't help myself.

When I touched her shoulder, I almost fell backward. Luckily, I grabbed onto the back of her seat. She moved a little and opened her eyes momentarily. Getting ready to apologize, she looked up in a daze and then went back to sleep. Then I heard Damian, my wolf, say, "Mate! Mate! " I so badly wanted her sitting on my lap with her head on my shoulder, sleeping while I am kissing her luscious lips. I knew at that moment that I had my confirmation. I, Alpha Bryan Walters, CEO, thirty-two years old, have found my fated mate.

Even though I knew this young woman was my fated mate, how was I going to break this news to my chosen mate, Elise, and what would my family say and do when I informed them about it? After all, Elise is the approved chosen mate by my parents, who themselves are chosen mates. All preparations for the engagement party were already made. Engagements in the werewolves' world were practically being married. Our families were well-matched. Her dad was my dad's Beta and a successful businessman himself. This marriage will make our families the strongest corporation in New York City. Elise also had Scottish heritage, but her grandparents moved to America when her dad was fourteen. Both our families are immigrants, mine from Poland and hers from Scotland. They were also living their luxurious American dream life like my family. Our families were compatible. What am I to do?

We were all Werewolves who lived in packs or in the vicinity of pack lands. Humans cannot detect us because we look exactly like them. The only difference between werewolves and humans was that on full moon nights, we all foraged the forest and ran together in our respective packs.

When I landed at JFK, my phone rang. No one other than Elise was calling. I knew that I just couldn't see Elise today, so I told her, "I am sorry, Elise, I have to go straight to a meeting. " I knew she was pissed when she sent an angry face emoji with 'you know I miss you like a bitch'. I knew the separation was always hard for her when I went on business trips. I had to find a way to break this news to her, but not today. I also had to find a way to convince my parents that I needed to be with my fated mate, and this would be another drama.

In no time, I received a message from Nathan, my brother. He said he was waiting for me at the airport. I went through the priority exit and was on my way home in no time. Skipping a meeting with Elise was the best for my psyche at this time. I was so tempted to tell Nathan when he said, "Bro, something is up with you. Did I hear right? Did your wolf say, mate? I shook my head. He knows better than to ask me again as I put on my bad Alpha steel gaze on him.

Nathan was leaving the company, so the next week was quite busy. There were lots of interviews to find that one person who fits into the company as my assistant. Nathan was moving to our Milan office, and I needed someone to fill his job.

Walters Company has many corporations, but the New York company was an IT new invention company that produces AI systems and robotics. Our company had offices on each continent. We were busy talking about new ideas, what projects the company was introducing, and what was the job description of my assistant as well as the role he or she needed to play in managing the marketing and overall company business when I was not available.

When the phone rang, Nathan looked excited. He received good news from our agent, Dahlia, who did the initial interviews for the company and said, "I have the perfect candidate for you.

The second interview was scheduled with Miss Bonnie McTavern at four p.m. today. We walked to the board room for the interview and sat down when that strong rose and honey smell wafted into my presence.

The tingling sensation returned when my ears turned red, and my eyes changed color from blue to black. My brother stared at me. He knew my wolf Damian had surfaced. I excused myself, asking him to stall a bit, as I needed to go to the washroom and settle my wolf before this meeting. I went to the washroom and quietly spoke to Damian to go to the back of my mind, but he was not in for it. He said, "Mate, Mate!" I cautioned him if he doesn't step back, I will marry Elise." He then sadly retreated. I returned to the boardroom with my head swirling and my heart beating like a beast within my chest. I now knew her name. She is Bonnie McTavern, a real Scottish rose.

Then I heard when Nathan said Enter!