To be afraid of a wolf - and to run away from a squirrel,or fears and misunderstandings.Three long days have passed since my dream with Arthur. The parasite was indeed destroyed, which I confirmed with the help of Mitrich by visiting him the next morning. It was wonderful! Just great! After all, now I could sleep alone again without fear of not waking up in the morning. I could have, but I didn't sleep. Now I'm starting to suffer from insomnia.Anya, seeing my torment, did not ambiguously hint at the need to talk to Arthur and stop torturing myself. For her, everything was simple and obvious. I just thought differently. The beast rolled her eyes and pretended to faint as she listened to my thoughts. It is easy for them to reason: go and talk! What should I tell him? Or rather, what will happen to me if he answers not what I want to hear?! My doubts about the words he said in a dream were very justified. In my opinion.It's good that Stas and Dyusha did not notice my mental throwing
- At the expense of the forest, - lifting my chin with his hand, he forced me to look into his eyes. - In my opinion, it was wrong to take advantage of the situation. There, you were the Mira who loved me with all her heart. And here - hating, as I thought, Vladimira. I was afraid that if I give vent to feelings, then waking up, you will hate me even more. That's what I meant then.- And Barbara? - I felt that he was not lying to me, but I did not understand why at that moment he did not think about my sister.We are alphas. And we can’t trade because the inner beast simply won’t allow us to do this. And since Arthur was with her, it could not have meant nothing to him. The stupid thought that, why, if Varya is so important to him, he easily spent the night with me, I pushed aside, referring to the echoes of the former affection.- Of course, I am extremely pleased that you are jealous of me ...“I’m not jealous,” I interrupted the man, but he only smiled back.This means that all is
A wolf was born, a sheep cannot be,or each in his place.I woke up from the sound of a loudly slamming door, and at first I was confused, diligently trying to get out from under the blanket covering me with my head. The room was dim, from which I detachedly concluded that it was still early morning. The question, why the hell did someone decide to slam the door to my room so early, got stuck in my throat, as I saw Arthur lying next to me, and the events of the past night quickly surfaced in my memory, driving away all my drowsiness.- Good morning, - noticing that I woke up, my beloved smiled at me, hugging and pulling me to him.- Something happened? - I did not hide the bewildered look of the leader, with which he bored the door, before looking at me.- Stas came, - kissing my nose, Arthur reluctantly continued, - you know, he seems to be angry.I was silent, waiting to hear the continuation, but my leader was clearly not going to continue the conversation, thoughtfully fingering t
- Now! Varvara grinned at me in the face and went to the exit.Right now, right now, I don't really care when I beat her. But he won’t dare to climb into our pair anymore. I was about to follow when I was intercepted by Arthur.- Why? he whispered, and looking into his eyes full of despair and fear, I felt a little uneasy. He does not know that I have Bestia, and that nothing threatens me.“Everything will be fine,” I whispered, cupping his face in my hands, “trust me.”His fear did not go away, and I felt ashamed that I had dragged out the confession for so long. On the other hand, he had ten minutes left to worry, no more, then there would be a fight, and he himself would see everything. The main thing is not to rush to defend me, spitting on all the rules of the wolfs.“Follow him,” I asked Stas as I passed by, shaking my head at Arthur.- He does not know?- Not.After waiting for a nod from Stas, and seeing how he equals Arthur and reminds him not to interfere, I calmed down.Why
- Arthur? Sensing something was wrong, I began to slowly back away.- Vladimir? - the leader answered me in tone, hitting the air with a belt with a loud pop. – You know, Stanislav was right.- In what? - having reached the stairs backwards, I began to slowly and carefully go down, sensing a huge catch in what was happening. Well, he wasn't going to beat me, was he?- You need to be whipped.- For what?! - I almost lost my balance from indignation, but managed to level out in time.- Let me think... - pretending to think, Arthur slowly approached me. I had already propped up the front door with my back, now it was only possible to escape to the street. - She hid the she-wolf from me. She shook the nerves of her beloved man, depicting a wolfdog with the loss of the beast - we were already separated by only a couple of steps. I began to actively grope for the doorknob with my hand, not taking my eyes off the leader. "Enough reason?"- Uh-uh ... - groping for a pen, and gaining self-conf
- Amalia, you're about to fall!Lana flew into my office without knocking, making me jump in surprise on a flimsy chair, which is why I really almost fell.- Seriously?! Grabbing the edge of the table, and rejoicing at the newfound balance, I stared at my assistant with disapproval.- You can't even imagine! - the girl tried to smooth her hand over the unruly mop of red hair, which only added to her hairstyle even more mess. We will solve all our financial problems today!I did not share the optimism. We had enough problems, and it would be very disappointing if, despite all my efforts, everything goes to waste!For five years I worked as a chameleon to earn myself an impeccable reputation as a true professional in this city. Grabbed for any orders, not disdaining almost anything.Pretend to be a virtuous wife and mother of the family while she herself spends the weekend with her lover? Easily! To portray a decent daughter of a count so that a profitable groom would like the girl on t
“Yes, of course, Lord Rice.- Just call me Maximilian, - the man smiled friendly, throwing away conventions."Lord Rice," ignoring his suggestion, I removed the polite smile from my face. I have no idea why a magician of his level is trying to win me over, but letting him get close is not in my plans. In them, apart from a short, I hope, conversation, nothing at all is included! “I am listening to you carefully.The magician smiled knowingly and took a pipe from the inside pocket of his jacket. Without asking my permission, he slowly stuffed it with tobacco and started smoking. A typical aristocrat, you will not say anything. There was no point in resenting it out loud, I could only hope that the polite expression on my face had not disappeared.- You have an impeccable reputation, Amalia, - when my patience was almost running out, the magician broke the silence. - In the five years of your stay here, you have not had a single broken order or dissatisfied client.I am silent. Client i
Unable to restrain myself, I whistled. Still would! Marriage marks are a direct blessing of the Gods who approved this union. This is actually a wedding, only in a magical way. True, I don’t quite understand why the kids suddenly decided to take an oath of eternal fidelity to each other. Terrible! In adults, after such oaths, marks on their hands rarely appeared, but here there are still children!It suddenly became unbearably sorry for the magician's son. I didn’t really have time to fall in love with my bride, as she died. And death does not cancel the heard oath of allegiance. Now, until the end of his days, he will live with longing for this girl, not paying attention to all the female representatives. Alone all my life. No family, no children. No, women can be present in his life, but only for the sake of satisfying needs, nothing more. And without an emotional attachment from a magician, it is impossible to get pregnant. Sorry guy.I see you know very well what that means. Stran