The Alpha King's Mistress Chapter 12: A Little Commotion

I couldn't help but feel a wave of frustration wash over me as I boarded the plane. Lost in my own thoughts, I barely registered the greeting from the person who said hello to me when I was hauled inside. Without protest, I allowed myself to be dragged inside the aircraft until I was unceremoniously shoved into a seat.

*What a gentleman.*

"Fudge," I hissed under my breath, rubbing my stinging arm. The skin was already turning red, and a purplish hue was beginning to form.

The sight reminded me of what happened the previous night. Nasya whimpered in my thoughts at the memories. The mate bond can be a blessing and a punishment sometimes. That memory was enough to make me and my wolf hurt.

New weakness unlocked—mate bond.

I gently touched my neck, relieved to find that they were no longer hurting. But now, I have acquired another mark. With a weary sigh, I turned my head towards the window, devoid of any interest in the men who had just passed by my seat. Yet, I could sense their sidelong glances in my direction. I lacked the energy to acknowledge them.

Closing my eyes, I let my entire weight sink into the seat. I had come to terms with the fact that as soon as this plane took off, my life would become even more challenging.

"Excuse me, Ma'am."

The sound of a voice snapped me out of my reverie. I opened my eyes and turned to my left, coming face to face with the flight attendant from earlier. She wore a polite smile, her innocent face framed by neatly pulled-back black hair. I noticed her once-over glance at my appearance more like in my flimsy clothes. Then, her courteous smile left her face. A perfectly arched eyebrow was raised in my direction instead.

"Do you need anything, Ma'am?" the flight attendant inquired rather impatiently.

I couldn't tell if she intentionally made her voice louder than necessary, but I chose to ignore it.

"No, thank you. I don't," I replied wearily.

The flight attendant didn't leave but instead pointed at the bruise on my upper arm, wearing a mocking smirk. "Are you sure? How about an ice pack for that bruise?"

I glanced at my arm, "No, it's okay."

"Are you sure? That bruise will only get uglier if you don't apply an ice pack immediately. You wouldn't want it to be an eyesore, especially if your body is all you have to show off, right?"

My jaw twitched at the blatantly offensive remark. However, I forced my lips into a polite smile and glanced at the flight attendant's name tag.

"I am sure I don't need an ice pack. Thank you, Emily."

The flight attendant rolled her eyes at me before turning around and walking away, the intentional sway of her butt drawing attention. Under her breath, she whispered, "Whore."

Thanks to my werewolf hearing, I caught her remark. I was well aware of what the flight attendant thought of me—a prostitute or something similar, judging by my thin and revealing clothing. I had chosen to ignore it before, but not this time.

"Emily, I actually need something," I called out.

All eyes around us turned to me.

"Two glasses of wine, please," I added.

Emily nodded, flashing me a forced smile, before walking away. I noticed Nicholas watching me with furrowed brows.

"What?" I mouthed, crossing my arms.

He shook his head and returned to his conversation with one of his men and the pilots.

Shortly after, the flight attendant returned, carrying two glasses and a bottle of wine. I observed her every move, noting how she bit her lower lip when one of the men nearby winked at her.

"Here are your two glasses of wine," the flight attendant said, she swiftly put the liquid on the glasses. She attempted to place the second glass on the tray but intentionally motioned it toward me.

Before she could throw the liquid at me and pretend it was an accident, I grabbed her wrist and directed her hand toward her face.

"OH MY GOSH!" the flight attendant shrieked, her face now damp and her uniform heavily stained.

I heard footsteps approaching, and in response, I picked up the other glass of wine and splashed it again onto the flight attendant, who was now close to tears.

"YOU BITCH!" the flight attendant shouted hysterically, attempting to lunge at me before being restrained by one of Nicholas's men. "LET ME GO! I'M GONNA KILL THAT WHORE!"

Nicholas, his men, and the other cabin crew members gathered around us, all eyes fixed on me. Even the pilot that my mate was speaking to joined the gathering.

"What happened here?" Nicholas demanded in an authoritative and demanding tone.

Emily, the flight attendant, immediately lowered her head, hoping to elicit sympathy and fake wipe tears from her eyes, making me roll my eyes.

"Your guest threw wine at me, Sir."

"That much is evident," Nicholas retorted.

Emily sniffled, pretending to be distraught. "I don't know why she did that when I've been doing my job."

I slowly clapped my hands, acknowledging the flight attendant's impressive acting skills. "Such a marvelous performance."

"I-I'm not acting. I don't know what I did to deserve this treatment," Emily sobbed, her voice trembling. "Maybe I'm just a crew member, but you don't have the right to—"

Cutting her off, I spoke calmly, “And your job was to keep your mouth shut and do your job right. Not calling an obvious passenger a whore”

“I...I don't know what you are talking about! I didn't say that!”

“Oh, trust me, honey, I know you know you said that,” I said, pointing a finger at her. “I interacted with you politely despite your offensive remark earlier. I let it pass but you have gone too far by calling me a whore. I only planned to throw that one glass of water to you but you forced me to make it two when you planned to spill it on me”

Emily’s eyes widened, and I could hear her heart thumping loudly in her chest. I know she didn't expect that someone would hear what she said. It was a whisper after all.

“T-that’s not true! I didn't call you a whore and I don't have any plans to do that!” she insisted, “You're obviously lying—”

I ignored her and instead turned to Nicholas who was surprisingly looking at me, "It's up to you to decide whom to believe."

With that, I turned and walked away toward the restroom, leaving behind a pathetic scene.

……..

**Nicholas**

As soon as Florence left, my warriors all shook their heads and went back to their seats. I could hear the loud pounding of Emily's heart, giving her away. It was clear that she was lying. Aside from the pilot, who happened to be a werewolf like myself, the rest of the crew and flight attendants were humans.

"I hate unprofessionalism, Miss Emily," I said coldly. "You are here on my plane to assist with the safety and comfort of passengers. Clearly, you neglected that duty."

It was easy for me to read the emotions of this human woman. Her nervousness slipped out from her facial expressions when Florence spoke. I turned to the male flight attendant and gestured to Emily, instructing him to assist her outside and banning her from ever stepping foot on my plane again.

"Wait! No! I am telling the truth, Mr. Acworth!" Emily protested desperately.

"Let me handle this, Nicholas. I can't believe we have such an unprofessional person aboard," the pilot, Derrick, offered with disappointment lacing his tone.

I nodded to my friend. "You can do what you want, Derrick,"

I watched as Derrick dragged Emily away while she continued to yell. "Stop! Captain Derrick, you must believe me!"

"What a noisy and dishonest woman," commented my gamma, Isaac Roth, shaking his head.

I didn't dwell too much on the flight attendant, considering it nonsense to put so much attention on insignificant people. Emily was just one of them. I glanced at Isaac and nodded toward the direction of the restroom.

"Go check on her and bring her to the bedroom. Don't let her get outside," I instructed, taking out my phone to make a call.

"Understood, Alpha," Isaac said, acknowledging my command, and quickly walked away to fulfill his task.