And it seems that Konstantin paid Elena a visit before going to see Vladimir. What do you think would happen when/if Vladimir sees the scars? Also, yes Theresa, Konstantin knows that his sister and his nephew are wolves.
Vladimir: “When did you get here anyway? No one has informed us that you were coming, we would have come to pick you up from the airport ourselves.” I said, looking at Batrov. His eyes met mine and I could tell that the second hand hated my guts. For starters, telling Konstantin about him being knocked out after being drunk was something that he did not appreciate. However, this was going to be the least of his concerns when I chose to kill him for the way that he treated my mate. I just needed to give it time before I did so, and I was going to be sure that even Konstantin wanted him dead. “I didn’t want to disturb you so early in the morning. Plus, I paid a visit to my wife before seeing you all and I doubt that it would have been appropriate for me to just leave you to go to her when I just arrived and you went through the fuss of picking me up.” He said, making me clench my fist. His eyes met mine for a second, and I could tell that he noticed my change of expression. “Vladimir?
Elena: I sat on my chair, fearing what was to come now that I knew that Konstantin was here. The idea of me not seeing Vladimir was one that pained me, and though I did not even understand why it did; I felt like something was going to be ripped off from me before I even got it. I wrapped an arm around myself as I cradled my own body, wondering what it would be like to be free again. It was a dream that I had, but a dream that was shattered the second that I entered this Estate. The fact that he had given me a notebook to actually ‘voice out’ what I was thinking was something that made me internally smile. And though I didn’t understand his reasons, something inside me told me that I was safer than I had ever been since I was a kid. The bedroom door opened, and I closed my eyes for a second before getting up and looking down at my feet, knowing that it would be easier for me if I did not fight back. He would be done and would be out of here. “Elena,” his voice was above a whisp
Vladimir: “How are you feeling?” Konstantin asked, watching as I sat at the table, not bothering to touch the food. I wasn’t in the mood to eat anything in the first place, and considering that I wanted to get out of here as fast as I could. More specifically, I wanted HIM to get out of the house before he would approach my mate’s room. “I am well,” I said, and he looked down at my empty plate. I didn’t know where Batrov was, but I didn’t bother asking. To my surprise this morning, it was only the two of us on the table. “And yet, as a man like yourself, you are not eating.” He said, and I shook my head. “A little dizzy, but don’t worry, I am going to eat when I am hungry.” I said, and he nodded. “When did you come back yesterday?” “I came back a little after dawn. I was supposed to come earlier, but I had a few things to deal with. Leonov had his own ‘projects’ and he chose to share them with me. His plans are not bad, but he is going to need guidance toward what he is going to
Elena: “Good morning, wife.” I heard Konstantin say as I walked out of the bathroom. Having taken a shower as I normally did in the morning, this was the last thing that I expected to be dealing with. My eyes widened in surprise and I was forced to quickly look down at my feet, avoiding his intense gaze, and he raised an amused eyebrow. “I have missed you, I have to admit that much to you.” He said, getting up from the chair that was beside my window. He walked toward me, his steps awfully slow, and I couldn’t help but find myself gulping at that. It has been nearly a week since he last visited, and I knew that Vladimir had something to do with it as he chose to keep him outside the house on a daily basis. That, and there was also the fact that he was aware of my cycle. The maids would be reporting to him the second they started seeing the pads out, and he would be keeping count to pay me a visit when I was done. Sometimes, he didn’t even care to wait. But to have him in the r
Vladimir:“Where are you going?” I asked Konstantin, raising an amused eyebrow at him when I saw that had his things packed and ready. The man looked at me for a second, and I could tell that he was still annoyed by me shooting two of his men, costing their lives. But I wasn’t going to allow him to touch my woman, and though I doubted that he understood that, I knew to make sure that he did. “I have a few things to tend to,” he said, putting on an annoyed tone. I looked at the man for a second, fighting the smirk that almost formed on my lips.“I take it that you are still annoyed with me.” I stated, and he raised an eyebrow.“You had two of my men killed, Vladimir. I am not going to be lighting candles for you when I see you first thing.” He said, glaring at me. “You are the one that shot them, Konstantin.” I said, reminding him of that.“I am not going to stand with them against you. You are my son, and they are nothing but pawns in my eyes. But that does not mean that I am not g
Elena: I sat on the edge of the bed, waiting for him to come despite knowing how early it was for him to be showing up. I couldn’t help but find myself growing somewhat disappointed when he wasn’t lately. The man didn’t say a word when I told him that I trusted him the other night, and now, it’s been a few days since I’ve heard of Konstantin’s trip, and yet, the man was a no show. Tonight was a full moon, and though I expected at least an hour with him, looking at him, hearing him talk, I was surprised when he was nowhere to be seen. The bedroom door was knocked twice, and though excited, I stayed in my place, watching as the door opened, revealing Yigrette, one of the maids in the house, and Konstantin’s best ‘spy’. She would look, examine, and send all the information to Konstantin. Regardless of what it was, and if I was doing anything that he would find against the ‘rules’ that I am forced to live in, I would be punished the second he returned. “You are awake,” she stated, an
Vladimir: I woke up deep in the forest after my run last night. It’s been a long time since I shifted in Russia, and I couldn’t remember when the last time I ran as much as I have, freely, without worrying about people catching sight of me. Russians were mostly used to the wild life around them, provided that we neither attacked them and they didn't end up shooting us. I smiled and got up from the floor, getting dressed with the pair of shorts that I had hid there a long while before shifting. I had to admit, I missed home, my family and peace, but it was times like this when I knew that this was something that we needed. As a family, we needed to both grow and find out what’s been hidden right in front our eyes and behind our backs. And that was what we intended to do. My chest and stomach churned as I found myself missing my mate, but I knew that I was here with a task in hand, and with a fucked up maid following her around like a plague, I was going to have a problem reaching h
Elena: “Elena,” I heard Batrov call, taking me off guard as I walked out of the bathroom. Having taken a shower to freshen up, needing to get out of bed for the day, knowing that it was already late. And though I knew that I had nothing to do but sit on the chair in front of the window, knitting, reading, or watching the day turn into night; I still didn’t like spending my whole day in bed. His eyes met mine, and I couldn’t help but find myself frowning as I looked at the man, knowing that if he was here, then so was Konstantin. Seeming to notice my somewhat panicked expression, he shook his head in assurance. “Boss is still in England. He won’t be back for another few days.” The fact that he was telling me of Konstantin’s whereabouts was new to me, especially since I rarely ever knew where the man, if I could call him a man, was, and though I didn’t care; I was just glad that he wasn’t back yet. I didn’t want to find myself dealing with him, not when I didn’t even know where Vlad