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Vincent and Debbie rushed to the airport, with only their wallets and phones in their pockets. They didn\'t bother to pack anything since they planned to buy whatever they needed once they arrived in Portland, Maine.

As they arrived at the airport,they immediately headed to the check-in counter. The beautiful attendant looked at them curiously, wondering why they had no luggage with them. Vincent just gave her a small smile, not wanting to explain their unusual situation.

He also couldn\'t help but notice the striking beauty of the flight attendant. Her smile seemed to linger a moment longer on him than necessary, leaving him with the distinct impression that she found him intriguing.

"Here\'s our ticket " Vincent\'s eyes roamed over her face as he gave her their first -class ticket, taking in every detail. Her blonde hair fell in soft waves around her face, emphasizing her delicate features. Her blue eyes glinted with a warmth that made him fantasize of undressing her. Unfortunately, he had other things to do so he had to control his urges.

The beautiful attendant noticed the way Vincent was looking at her . His gaze lingers on her, and she couldn\'t help but feel a hint of excitement.

Though she knew it might not be entirely appropriate, she found herself enjoying the attention. As Vincent\'s attraction to her seemed to grow stronger, she found herself eager to get to know him on a more intimate level.

As she handed back their identification ID, she discreetly slipped a small piece of paper into Vincent\'s hand. Her fingers brushed against his, and she couldn\'t help but feel a jolt of excitement. She had written her number on it, hoping that he would take the hint.

Meanwhile, Debbie watched from the sidelines, grateful for the medallion that protected her from Vincent\'s charisma.

There was something different about him, something that set him apart from other werewolves she had encountered before. She had met an Alpha once, but he didn\'t exude the same charismatic power as him. There was a magnetic pull to him that was hard to resist, and she couldn\'t help but wonder what made him so different and special.

"I need to be careful " Debbie sighed , realizing that she might go crazy just by being with him.

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Once they were on the plane, Vincent couldn\'t help but feel a sense of anticipation building within him. He had been wondering about his dreams. He felt like something inside him was urging him to find something very important.

Debbie noticed his excitement and couldn\'t help but smile.

"We\'re going to find what you\'re looking for," she said reassuringly. "I have a feeling that my aunt will be able to help us."

He nodded, feeling grateful for Debbie\'s help.

He then settled into his seat on the plane, hoping to catch some rest before arriving at his destination.

However, his mind was plagued by memories that refused to let him be. As he closed his eyes and tried to relax, a familiar feeling washed over him, tugging at his heartstrings and making him feel restless. Despite his best efforts to resist it, he still found himself nodding off, lost in thought.

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"Wake up, my loved "

As the sound of a sweet woman\'s voice reached his ears, he slowly opened his eyes, blinking away the remnants of his sleep.

His gaze fell upon a vision of beauty before him: a woman with flowing white hair and mesmerizing black eyes greeted him.

"Elizabeth, what time is it?" Fenrir asked, his voice still groggy.

"It\'s already evening," she replied, her head tilting to the side as she spoke.

Fenrir stretched his legs and stood up from her lap, feeling the motion of the carriage beneath him. He peered out the window and saw the dark forest that surrounded them, but even in the darkness, he could see everything with his golden eyes.

"Are we there yet?" Fenrir grumbled, his voice laced with boredom. They had been traveling for weeks, and he was growing impatient.

"Patience, my love," Elizabeth cooed, pressing a gentle kiss to his lips.

Her delicate fingers began to trace patterns over his chest, causing his heart to race. As her eyes shifted to a deep shade of red, the black sclera adding an eerie touch, Fenrir couldn\'t help but feel a mix of fascination and fear. There was something about Elizabeth that both drew him in and made him uneasy, but he couldn\'t resist the pull towards her.

[ The sclera is the white part of human eyes, but for vampires, their sclera is black in color. ]

The endless hours of travel had left him restless and bored, and her beauty was a balm to his weary soul. He surrendered himself to her once again, unable to resist the pull of her seductive allure.

His hands traveled down her body, exploring every curve and contour as she teased the gem nestled between his legs. He let out a low, guttural growl, the intensity of his desire for her rising every second.

But their brief moment of passion was rudely interrupted by the sudden jolt of the carriage coming to a stop.

"Lady Elizabeth, I think we have a problem," the old coach man spoke calmly. He did not show any fear after seeing the dozens of bandits that surrounded them. He knew that anyone foolish enough to mess with his mistress would regret it.

"I\'ll handle them," Fenrir grumbled. Nothing was more irritating to a man than being interrupted when he was in the mood.

"No, I\'ll deal with these lower life forms myself for disturbing us," Elizabeth\'s cold voice sent shivers down Fenrir\'s spine. He could feel the anger radiating off of her like a deadly poison, so he unconsciously backed down.

"Open the door " she spoke with a cold and indifferent voice.

Without a moment\'s hesitation, Fenrir threw open the carriage door for her, afraid that he would be the target of her frustration.