I backed away to the door, hiding behind the bodies of the werewolves, when there was absolutely nothing left before the door, it opened and I saw my father entering the office and his pleased face.
So here's the thing, and I was still surprised. Who brought me here?
- Stop - I felt the alpha force that made everyone stop and freeze. Just not me. I kept backing away to the door and peering at the mad werewolf with a flaming look. Well, why am I generally considered flawed, the power of alphas does not work on me, and even more so orders.
He straightened up and somehow got up all over, standing a head taller than his brother. Gray eyes, a strong-willed chin and a small scar on his forehead gave him masculinity and authority. His whole appearance made it clear that he was the master of life. I was always afraid of such werewolves, because for them there is no word, no.
- Calm down Mark, the girl was joking. Meet my daughter and sister Maxima. Alya, my father said, grabbing my hand and pushing me out for all to see. My eyes narrowed as he called me daughter. So many years did not recognize, and now recognized. Yes, even before the alphas.
The eyes of the werewolf blazed with fire, and I stood there and did not know what to do and in general, what is happening here?
- It's true? the voice growled, looking at me with blazing eyes. I don't understand who he is asking. Me or my brother.
- Mark, this is my sister Alya - Max came up to me and wanted to take my hand, but when he heard a roar, he lowered his hand, without touching me.
“Come out, everyone,” the voice growled authoritatively. And I turned with relief and took a step towards the door, as I heard a roar. And I felt how they grabbed my hand, holding it tightly to the pain of squeezing the joint.
When the door closed behind the last werewolf, they turned me to the door and pressed me without letting go. I howled in pain as the doorknob pressed against my back.
“Get back hurting me,” I whispered, burying myself in the werewolf’s chest, well, or somewhere in his chest area.
“Don’t mind me, don’t you dare argue with me,” a male voice roared from which goosebumps ran down his back. He shook me by the shoulders, causing my head to hit the door, and I bit my tongue, howling in pain. Yes, what he allows himself, damn werewolf.
A tear rolled down her cheek in fear and pain. He lifted my face, looking at the tear and licking the drop, pressed me tighter to him.
“Sorry, I scared you,” growled a voice that didn’t calm me down, but caused me even more panic. Yes, so that I bully his wife, a bitch. Scared me to the hiccups, damned werewolf.
“Let me go, please,” I murmured, trying to make my voice sound plaintively breathy. Well, what if my appearance says that I am helpless and tender, then everyone is mistaken. There was so much cruelty in my life that I learned to step over myself, leaving all the bad things behind.
My brothers and my father know this, which is why he kidnapped me. Brought here, and even settled in my brother's room. Since I knew for sure that I would go to sort things out with Maxim, and not go on the run at the first opportunity. But as I said. I have my own tricks up my sleeve that my father doesn't know about.
And here I am, pressed against a body as hard as steel, and contemplating ways of retreat.
“We need to talk,” the werewolf said in a calmer voice. And tearing my head off his chest, lifted my chin. His eyes pierced right into my soul, bringing discord into it.
I wonder what he wants from me. I silently decided that feigning obedience would be the best option. Werewolves love obedience and submission.
- My name is Mark Asmus - he said affectionately, bringing his face closer to me. And I was overwhelmed by a wave of panic. You can't let him kiss you, otherwise he might not stop. Werewolves are hard to stop, especially if they are overcome by lust. They believe that the passion of lust is a natural state for all werewolves and indulge in it without hesitation.
Not knowing what to do, I sobbed out loud. Well, what, women's tears, any man can not stand even werewolves. And if they are powdered with sobs and fear, which began to roll over me, then this should stop him.
“Hush, stupid, I won’t harm you, stop my little one,” his voice whispered, pressing me closer to him. And I, trembling all over, smiled softly.
He bent down and picked me up in his arms and carried me to the table. Hey, I don't want to. Where have you dragged me, you nasty werewolf. But I speak out loud.
- What do you want to do with me? My quiet whisper seemed to cheer him up. With a soft sob, I found myself sitting on the table. And between my legs this huge werewolf is standing and staring at me with a fixed gaze.
- Baby, I would like to do a lot with you - his stern eyes sparkled with fun and barely restrained desire. The look blazed.
"I don't want to," I croaked, folding my hands in my lap and lowering my head in submission. Well, why, let him think that he broke, intimidated me, small and weak.
- If you want - and raising my head, began to undo my hair. My mouth opened a little in surprise and I stared into gray eyes, looking for an answer to these actions of his. And he, running his hand over my head, ran it into my hair and brought it to my face, burrowed into it, inhaling.
- Let me go, please. You scare me - I said, surprised by his actions, trying not to move, so that God forbid not to provoke him to other actions.
Wait a minute baby, I need to calm down. Sit quietly as a mouse,” he croaked, still burrowing into my hair. And I sat, quiet as a mouse. Thinking how I can get back at my dad for this set-up. The fact that he arranged it became clear to everyone. Especially when he showed up unexpectedly in the office. But why did he need it?
He wanted to set me up with this werewolf, so without my consent it is unlikely to succeed. Damn who is he? That my brother and father listened to him. Now I scolded myself for not knowing much about werewolves and their hierarchy. Yes, I don’t even know my flock, I’ve never been there.
The werewolf released my hair and took a step back, taking the phone from the table.
- Stefan, come into the office - and I tried to understand what would happen when Stefan, unknown to me, came. The man's voice already sounded calm with strength and authority. I have no doubt that he is an alpha. But my father's motives were still a mystery to me.
There was a knock on the door and an elderly werewolf entered. He stood at the door, he bowed his head in respect and submission to the leader.
- Stefan, take the girl to my room and make sure she gets decent clothes. Maxim and Vladimir Isakov to me, the werewolf ordered. He lifted me easily off the table. At the same time, I slid my whole body over him, causing a convulsive breath in him. Putting me on the floor as if nothing had happened, he turned me to the door.
- Go with Stefan baby. I'll come later and we'll talk, the werewolf said in a more gentle tone. And I wasted no time running to the door, not looking back and not stopping. She flew past Stefan and ran out the door. It was only when I was in the lobby of the hotel that I was able to catch my breath. There was only one thought in my head. Run. And the further, the better.