Dimitri

Dimitri

If whoever is shaking me doesn’t stop, he or she will end up with a broken arm. I got home late last night after being gone for a week. I found who I wanted and then some. Many supernaturals have been seeking me out, asking if our actions are true. When I tell them that it is true, they are more than willing to hand over their DNA and blood. Hell, even the Fae king handed over his DNA and blood to help. That was the first time that I was aware that a wolf had been in the fae kingdom. I am almost sure my mate is there because I smelt the most delicious smell. It smelt like a mix of apples and cinnamon. Those just happen to be my two favourite flavours ever. Apples are my favourite fruit.

“Hey wake up.” Someone says.

“Stop fucking touching me and let me sleep,” I growl.

"Dimitri you jackass wake up,” Dominick grumbles.

I open my eyes, and there stands my brother. Bastard, I still want to hit him for waking me up, but then he would just hit me back. That would jus