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
“Go on,” I nodded graciously, secretly glad that he was wrong in almost everything.Amalia - he's right, not my real name. Rather, this is my second name, given to me much later than my birth. It's a paradox, but with his long-dead, failed daughter-in-law, we are namesakes. But he will not get this information from me even under torture!I have the genus name, but it is too well known for me to use it. Mom looks at this rather skeptically, however, like grandfather, but dad supports my desire to achieve everything myself, and not in the name of my family! It seems to everyone that it's good when all the doors open before you, you just have to introduce yourself - but it's not. No one thinks that as a person they no longer look at you! They look at it as money, as an opportunity, as a way to achieve something, but no one cares deeply about what kind of person you are. No one is interested in what you yourself are capable of, not your family connections. Therefore, it is easier for me t
Wolves are caught not by a race, but by a trick,or retribution for recklessness.I quickly found myself next to Akulina, this time the transfer went without surprises. Except for the insane weakness that washed over me in a sharp wave, along with an attack of nausea.- Hi! - Having thrust papers from the king directly into Lina's hands, I lay down on the grass next to her, trying to come to my senses. - No food, read! But fast!- What is it?“I have no idea, they are clean for me, the king specially wrote for you,” closing my eyes, I muttered in response, trying to even out my breathing. - Well, your family drove me today!- Our family? - the princess was surprised and rustled the papers, obviously starting to read the contents of the instructions.While she was silent in concentration, I felt a little better. I was even able to feel a connection with the she-wolf, albeit a little weak. It was as if someone had erected an invisible concrete wall between us. Pleasant little, but I hop