The Broken Mates

Chapter Two.

Chapter Two.

Becca rolled her shoulders, as she stood by the baggage carousel, waiting for her luggage to arrive. It had been a long day. What would have normally been a one-and-a-half-hour flight on a private jet, ended up taking most of the day without a direct commercial flight to Copenhagen, and to say she was over it was underestimating how she really felt. Even Alisha’s excited enthusiasm had dissipated after their connecting flight had been delayed for over an hour.

“How many cases do you have again?” Alisha asked.

“Three plus my hand luggage. Don’t look at me like that, I packed light… for me,” Becca attempted to smile as Alisha rolled her eyes and shook her head.

“We are here for one week, just one solitary week!” Alisha bit, her own tiredness making her less patient than normal.

Finally, the last of Becca’s cases made it up onto the belt, and she thanked all that was holy, she had not used her designer luggage, as the case was an absolute mess. Black marks all over the light turquoise hard shell, even a small dint at the bottom of the case, and one very broken wheel.

“Bloody hell, they clearly do not handle stuff with care,” Becca grumbled, as she grabbed the case off the carousel and placed it with the other two large cases. Her hand luggage sitting on the top of one.

“Let's just be thankful all of the luggage arrived with us. They could have been halfway to Timbuk Tu,” Alisha shrugged.

“Ladies, let me help you,” a male voice interrupted them.

“It’s fine we have got it, but thank you,” Becca attempted a slight smile, knowing the human man was being gentlemanly, but the truth was, he would buckle under the weight of her case, unlike she would or Alisha.

“Please, a pretty little thing, like you could not possibly manage those cases on your own,” The man smirked, clearly trying to flirt. The comment was a little sexist, but Becca determined to let that slide.

“Unless you are one of those werewolves, you are not one of those disgusting beasts, are you?” he laughed.

Becca’s bullshit fuse was pressed at the last comment and she glared at the man, then deliberately allowed her canines to fall, and gave him what could only be described as an evil grin.

“Why don’t you tell me?” she asked, a smirk on her lips as he paled, then scurried back to where he came from.

“You are so bad. He is going to have nightmares for the rest of his life now,” Alisha giggled, as the girls carried their cases and hand luggage, heading towards passport control.

“He shouldn’t be a prick then,” Becca shrugged, clearly not giving a hoot, if the man was traumatized or not.

Since the awakening, during the war that had taken place, when humans became fully aware of the existence of werewolves, there had been three types of people. Those who accepted them, those who were fearful, but were attempting to accept them, and those who thought they were disgusting, or beasts, and would attempt to protest about their existence, insisting that they should be herded up and kept in one place and wiped out with silver bullets. That man was clearly in the latter category, and although she knew her Cousin Hannah would not be happy at what she had done, given she was the person mainly responsible for smoothing things over with the UK human government, at that moment in time, being as tired as she was, Becca could not find a f**k to give. In her opinion, the guy was an arsehole and so deserved to run off pissing in his pants.

Thankfully, they managed passport control with hardly any waiting around, and soon Becca and Alisha were walking out onto the main concourse.

“Apparently, Crown Prince Fredrick is personally meeting us, according to his invitation,” Alisha smiled, looking around the gathered people, who were waiting to meet and greet people off the flight.

She saw a sign that simply said Alisha and Rebecca Colton written on it, and a man clearly a werewolf, standing in jeans and a white jumper, with black boots on his feet. He did not give off the aura of a royal wolf, and Becca soon realised that he was of beta rank. Not that it bothered her in the slightest what rank a werewolf was. She believed that you accepted everyone as equal, but it was strange that if the Crown Prince had declared he would meet them personally, he was not there to do just that.

“Hi, are you here for us?” Alisha smiled.

The beta bowed his head in respect, then bared his neck, clearly recognising Alisha’s royal wolf, before giving both of them a winning smile, that Becca knew would probably melt the panties of many a female, irrespective of their species. However, it would not work on Alisha, given she was mated to her brother, and it certainly would never work on Becca because she was most definitely sworn of men.

“Hi, yeah. I am Henrick Neilson, a beta to Crown Prince Fredrick. He sends his apologies for not meeting you personally, but he has had an issue, that unfortunately has him incapacitated at present,” Henrick explained.

Becca nodded her head but wondered at the word ‘incapacitated’. It was a strange one to use in these circumstances. However, she shook it off, thinking it was the language barrier, although Hendrick seemed to speak English as well as she did, and other than the slight Danish accent, you would never know he was not born and bred in the UK.

“This way,” Henrick said, then grabbed some of the cases, lifting them with relative ease.

As they climbed into the large black Range Rover, Henrick jumped into the driver’s seat.

“You may find life in Denmark a little more relaxed than in the UK. Our pack is, of course, a Royal pack, but we live simple lives. Once we lived in Kronborg Castle, but that was many centuries ago. Although it is still the official residence. We all now live in a large area of wooded land, which has chalets for each pack member, and one larger chalet that could be described as a pack house but is really just a meeting place, and where we hold pack meetings or gather to have celebrations,” Henrick began to explain.

Becca smiled, the description sounded a little like how the Ronsay pack operated on their little island, and she liked the thought of Alisha and her having their own space.

“The woods are filled with pine trees, but also horse chestnut trees,” Henrick continued, chatting away happily.

“I cannot wait to see it,” Alisha happily told him, her enthusiasm returning once more after the long journey.

“I like it here, Becca,” Maggie, Becca’s wolf declared, as she looked out of the window.

“Yeah, I kind of have a peaceful feeling as well,” Becca replied, It was good for her to feel peace, it was a rare occurrence since the day she rejected, then subsequently killed the bastard who was her mate.

The journey was relatively short, and soon, they turned into the pack lands. A guard opened the large gate, bowing his head at the car.

Becca looked out at the neatly trimmed grass, small wooden-built chalets stood, and each plank that ran horizontally stained a deep red colour. Flag poles stood outside some of the homes, each proudly flying the Danish flag. The ground was filled with conkers that had fallen from the horse chestnut trees that were flanked by pine trees that reached toward the heavens above. One of the chalets had a young girl, no more than eleven, sitting out on a wooden bench on the porch that was covered in conkers as she meticulously threaded string into them, a happy smile on her lips.

“This place is amazing,” Becca breathed, already feeling like she could stay forever. It was simplistic, yet gorgeous.

“Thank you,” Henrick smiled, pulling up beside a larger chalet.

“This is you, I hope you like it,” Henrick continued.

“Hi Ken,” he waved at a man around 75 years old, his grey hair thin on his head.

“That is Ken Dobey. He is from the UK. We call him Obi-Wan Ken Dobey. He is Human. He came here to work back in the early 1980s and grew attached to the place and never left. Although I am unsure if he got attached to us, or the ducks,” Henrick chuckled.

Becca looked over at the elderly human, as he hung out his washing, a drake, and a duck quacking behind him, following his every move.

“Everyone speaks English here. Prince Fredrick attended The Crescent Moon Academy for a couple of years, probably a few years or so before you and your brother went,” Hendrick smiled at Becca.

“Did he? I never noticed him,” Becca shrugged. However, there had been so many Alphas and royal Alphas who attended her father’s Academy over the years, that she probably wouldn’t remember even if they had gone at the same time.

“Oh, he is about 15 years older than you and King Asher,” Henrick smiled, as Becca nodded her head in understanding.

“Is he mated?” Alisha asked.

Henrick’s face dropped slightly, but he caught himself and gave another of his winning smiles.

“We do not have a Luna or Princess here,” he answered.

“Now, we were going to host a large pack dinner. However, with Fredrick being unavailable at present, we are hoping to do that when he is able to attend. But Maja, who is inside, is your allotted Omega, and she has made you some Wiener schnitzel, which is delicious. I will carry your bags in, and let you get settled. Then I must go and run training. You are more than welcome to join us,” Henrick smiled.

“Thank you, Beta, I think after traveling from 3 a.m., we could both benefit from getting some exercise and letting our wolves out,” Alisha smiled at him.

Henrick bowed once more then disappeared as Becca and Alisha looked at each other, their smiles wide.

“Well, not the welcome we were expecting, but I love it. Mia is happy and cannot wait to shift and scent the place,” Alisha grinned.

“Yes, Maggie feels at peace as well. I think this is going to be a great girl’s trip,” Becca smiled, as they headed into the chalet together.