Chapter 40
Astrid's POV
Shadow drove with a focused intensity, her hands gripping the steering wheel, her eyes scanning the road ahead. I sat beside her, my body numb with exhaustion, my mind still struggling to process everything that had happened.
We pulled up to a small, private airfield, the kind used by wealthy individuals and corporations. A sleek, jet-black plane sat waiting on the tarmac, its engines humming softly, a beacon of hope in the darkness.
The plane was a marvel of modern engineering, its exterior gleaming under the floodlights. It was a private jet, smaller than a commercial airliner, but luxurious in every detail. I could see plush leather seats through the tinted windows, gleaming mahogany paneling, and a fully stocked bar. It was the kind of plane you saw in movies, the kind that belonged to millionaires and movie stars.
Shadow turned to me, a warm smile gracing her lips. She reached out and squeezed my hand, her touch surprisingly gentle.
"He's waiting for you," she said, her voice soft but firm. "Go. He's been worried sick."
My heart skipped a beat. He. Kaeleen. The thought of seeing him again, of finally being in his arms, sent a jolt of electricity through my veins.
I took a deep breath, trying to compose myself. I didn't want to fall apart, not now. I had to be strong, for him, for myself.
I climbed out of the car, my legs feeling shaky beneath me. Shadow gave me a nod, a silent encouragement, and I turned towards the plane.
The steps leading up to the entrance seemed to stretch on forever. Each step was a hurdle, a reminder of everything I had been through, everything I had lost.
But with each step, I also felt a surge of hope, a growing sense of anticipation. I was almost there. Almost home.
Just as I reached the top of the stairs, the door swung open. And there he was.
Kaeleen.
He stood framed in the doorway, his tall, muscular frame silhouetted against the soft light of the cabin. His face was etched with worry, his eyes dark and intense.
Relief flooded through me, so powerful it almost knocked me off my feet. I had no idea how I managed to walk those last few steps, how my legs carried me forward, how I didn't simply collapse in a heap on the floor.
All I knew was that I had to reach him. I had to feel his arms around me, to breathe in his familiar scent, to know that I was finally safe.
And then I was in his arms, collapsing against him, burying my face in his chest. His scent enveloped me, a comforting blend of pine and sandalwood, and I finally allowed myself to cry.
At first, he was rooted to the spot, his body stiff and unyielding. He didn't hold me, didn't respond to my embrace. I wondered if I had made a mistake, if I had misread his signals, if he didn't want me after all.
But then, slowly, hesitantly, his arms came around me, wrapping me in a tight, protective embrace. He held me close, his body trembling slightly, and I knew that he had been just as scared as I had been.
He kissed my hair, his lips soft against my scalp. "You're safe now, Astrid," he whispered, his voice rough with emotion. "I'm not going to let anything happen to you."
If anyone else had said those words, I wouldn't have believed them. I had heard too many empty promises, too many lies.
But coming from Kaeleen, they were a vow, a solemn commitment that I knew he would uphold. I trusted him with my life, with my heart, with my very soul.
Shadow cleared her throat, breaking the spell. "We need to leave, Alpha," she said, her voice firm but respectful. "The sooner we're in the air, the better."
Kaeleen nodded, reluctantly releasing me from his embrace. He took my hand, his grip strong and reassuring, and led me into the plane.
The interior was even more luxurious than I had imagined. Plush leather seats, gleaming mahogany paneling, soft ambient lighting. It was like stepping into another world, a world of wealth and privilege that I had only glimpsed from afar.
Everyone was already seated, buckled in and ready to go. Kaeleen led me to a seat near the window, his hand never leaving mine.
The plane started to move, taxiing down the runway, its engines roaring to life. I watched out the window as the ground blurred past, the lights of the city receding into the distance.
We were leaving. Leaving New York, leaving Moonshade, leaving Leon, leaving everything behind.
As the plane soared into the air, climbing higher and higher, I felt a sense of liberation I had never experienced before. I was free. Truly free.
I turned to Kaeleen, a grateful smile on my lips. "Thank you," I said, my voice filled with emotion. "Thank you for saving me."
He smiled back, his eyes filled with warmth and tenderness. "You saved yourself, Astrid," he said. "I just gave you a little push."
Suddenly, I noticed Shadow, sitting across from us, fiddling with something in her lap. I watched as she reached up and pulled off a wig, revealing a short, cropped blonde haircut underneath.
I stared in disbelief as Shadow began to remove her disguise, peeling away layers of makeup and prosthetics. The woman I had come to know, the woman with the piercing blue eyes and gentle demeanor, was transforming before my very eyes.
And then, it hit me.
Shadow wasn't a woman at all.
She was a man.
I gasped, a sound of pure shock and surprise. I couldn't believe I had been so easily fooled.
Shadow – or rather, the man who had been pretending to be Shadow – grinned at me, a deep, mischievous grin that was even more shocking than his appearance.
"Surprise," he said, his voice a deep baritone that sent shivers down my spine.
Kaeleen laughed, a hearty, genuine laugh that filled the cabin. He saw my expression and chuckled, shaking his head.
"I told you I was good," Shadow said to Kaeleen, his eyes twinkling with amusement.
I pouted, feeling a little foolish. "Stop laughing," I said, my voice laced with mock indignation. "I can't believe I didn't realize it."
Kaeleen just laughed harder, reaching out and squeezing my hand. "Don't worry, Astrid," he said. "You're not the first one he's fooled."
I turned to Shadow, my curiosity piqued. "How did you do it?" I asked, my voice filled with wonder. "Especially the voice. How did you make your voice sound so feminine?"
Shadow reached behind his ear and pulled out a small, almost invisible device. He held it up for me to see, a tiny piece of technology that had completely transformed his voice.
He placed the device at the back of his throat and spoke, his voice shifting back to the soft, feminine tone I had come to associate with Shadow. Then, he removed it, and his voice reverted to its natural, deep bass.
I stared at the device in amazement. It was incredible, a testament to the power of technology and the skill of the man who wielded it.
"What the hell?"