Alya Derbisheva.
I woke up with a feeling of abomination in my mouth, my head was pounding with pain. Rising up in bed, she looked around the room. The room was like a hotel room, an expensive hotel. She lifted the covers and saw that she was completely naked. Completely, completely without clothes, there was only one thought in my head. Who is this brave one? Wrapping the covers around her, she went to survey the room.
Having passed through the room and not finding her things, she opened the first door that came across. It turned out to be a dressing room, men's clothes hung neatly on hangers. Sniffing, she sneezed. Damn, damn, damn.
Max….., kill the damn bastard. Max is my older brother and the alpha of my father's pack. I have three brothers in total and all are older than me. I learned the truth about them when I was fifteen. At that time, my mother and I were kidnapped, and I howled out of desperation and called for help. Then I was like a little wolf cub, begging for help, mourning my grief and calling. It doesn't matter who, as long as they come and take me away.
I felt their response when I was completely desperate. A day later they came for me, all three of them. Three of my blood brothers, they took me out of there. After that, they became my family, the most important component of my life.
And here I am in my brother's room, completely naked and angry. What a whim it was to kidnap me. He knows that I do not like werewolves and do not aspire to them. I am a loner, I live my life and I am not going to change anything. Whatever they say, I felt better among people. I did not know werewolves and did not want to know.
I found a white T-shirt, white boxers and a shirt in Max's closet. Decided to freshen up first. Taking a quick shower, I realized that it was time and honor to know. I put on things that Max had lent me, though I had to roll up the sleeves of the shirt, but it didn’t work out that way. The shirt reached almost to my knees, because compared to him I was a baby. My height is one hundred and fifty-eight centimeters, and my brothers are all like a selection of two meters, as in other matters, and all werewolves. Yes, and my nickname is appropriate, Button.
After rummaging through things, I found Max's belt, and belting this miracle dress, she began to look for something else to comb herself with. Hair is my pride, I am a true blonde with waist-length hair. They got me from my mom. And the green eyes, according to my mother, were from my grandmother. In general, I'm a beauty, all the guys according to my girlfriends are mine, it's just worth snapping your fingers. But why? That's right, not why, otherwise I'll break my fingers.
Walking around the room and not finding any comb, she began to untangle her hair with her fingers. Having somehow untangled and braided my hair into a simple braid, I secured it with a shoelace borrowed from Max.
Having surveyed the number again, she went to the door and pulled the handle to be sure. It became clear that it was closed. Well, where ours did not disappear, we will look for another way out.
The first thing I decided to check the balcony. The balcony was beautiful with wrought-iron railings, the glance slid down. Floor pleased only something third. Well, and that, with my rebelliousness, escaping from here is still not a problem. The balconies adjoined almost to each other. Climbing onto the railing and without hesitation grabbed the next balcony, climbed over and looked into the room. At first glance, it seemed empty to me. Looking around and sneaking, she went to the door, which was not locked. I looked out into the corridor and quickly ran to the elevators.
Already on the first floor, I realized that without money and documents I can’t run for a long time. Looking around the hotel lobby, I realized that this was the domain of werewolves. You can’t confuse the strength and energy of werewolves with anything. M, yes.... here is an ambush. I've always shunned werewolves in favor of the safe company of humans.
The guards had already begun to look askance at me, drilling me with their eyes, like an x-ray. And I can tell you that there were plenty of guards here, as if they were guarding the president.
I walked from my hip to the hotel reception desk. Where can my brother be? While I was walking, everyone stared at me, and what a beauty, how a beauty is. A small slender girl with bare feet and in a man's shirt. While walking among the guards who stood at the closed door and intently examining me, I came across a familiar face. Ruslan is Maxim's close friend.
So Max is at the door? She changed the direction of movement and at all times ran to her familiar werewolf. Why did you run? Because the guard does not sleep.
Was right. The guards got worried and tried to intercept me. Well, I ran faster so as not to be intercepted. Ruslan took a step towards me. Hand showing that I am my own and he knows me. Having reached Rusik, she showed her tongue to the guards that she was trying to catch me.
- What are you doing here? - Ruslan said in a whisper and grabbed my elbow tightly fixing it, from any unreasoned actions.
- Ruslan, I would also like to know what I'm doing here? I growled in the same whisper. Looking into the face of the werewolf, rising on his toes and putting his hands on his shoulders. She whispered in her ear so the others wouldn't hear.
- Rusya, where are my things? If they brought me here, then be kind enough to buy me things or give me mine, but it’s not clear what I’m wearing - and the shirt slipped off one shoulder. It’s cold on my feet, after all, the floors are made of tiles, or of some other stone, I don’t know, I’m not an expert in this.
- We just arrived, and what are you doing here? - the question puzzled me, interesting. So it wasn't my brother who brought me? And who then? And why did I end up in my brother's room, if it's not him? So many questions and so far not one answer. I glanced at the door, noticing that the guards were vigilantly watching her.
- And who is behind the door Rus? - I was disassembled by curiosity, and also revenge on the one who brought me. It was really cold to stand and I began to shift from foot to foot. My dance steps went unnoticed. The views became more greasy and everyone felt it. Ruslan looked back and looked at the werewolves. He took my hands off my shoulders and whispered softly.
- You can't - well, that means you can't, if you can't tell me more, because it pulls you to see what's there. At this time, a waitress came to the door with a bottle of cognac, or something else strong.
Ruslan stepped aside to let her in and opening the door, while I, while the slow waitress looked at Ruslan and made eyes at him, slipped out the door. Hoping that my brother will not quarrel in front of strangers, and I will finally begin to understand the situation in which I got. At the very least, I'll let you know. Maybe I'll understand what I'm doing here and why.
In the office, and it was he, sat four men, all dressed to the nines, dark suits and concentrated faces. My gaze darted around the office, something I no longer want to come here.
The eyes of all men are riveted to me. And I, having chosen my victim, move along the soft carpet with a smooth gait. One of the seated werewolves can be heard growling.
In general, all werewolves are owners of their guard and cherish. And if they consider something to be theirs, then it is very difficult, almost impossible, to prove the opposite.
- Max ... my love, why have I been tired of waiting for you for so long? - and pressing closer to his ear, she whispered only to him - Why did you bring me here?
From the side I heard the sound of a breaking tree and, looking around, I met with a blazing look of gray eyes. Glancing at the enraged werewolf, she turned her gaze to her brother.
- Darling, I need money. You took all my clothes and I don’t even have anything to go out to have lunch, but I really want to - my brother jumped up pushing me behind his back. Looking at the werewolf who looked at me with an evil look. Now he seemed insane to me, I looked at the werewolf whose table was breaking under his hands. There was only one thought in my head. Well, wow, he has strength. And then another thought came. What is it with him? Is it a pity for money? So they are not his, but his brother.
What are you doing, Mark? My brother held out his arms in a protective gesture, shielding my back. All the werewolves jumped up from their seats and looked with surprise at the insane werewolf, who could not cope with the partial transformation.