- Follow me - Stefan said.
My father was standing at the reception desk. He looked straight at me. And there was so much triumph and superiority in it that I was flooded with resentment. Our eyes met and locked, his brown eyes and mine green. In our confrontation there will be only one winner and it will definitely not be me. He could retreat, pretend to retreat, but he knew exactly how to influence me.
Stefan came up and said something to my brother and father. My brother looked back at me and smiled, a kind of forced smile. We both understood that he could not influence the situation, which means that I could not hope for him either.
I quickly turned around and headed for the elevators, hoping to calm down and think about the situation. Stefan came up when the elevator opened and I was gestured to enter by pressing the button for the sixth floor.
As we walked into the room, I began to worry that security was following us. It seems they are not going to close me in the room, but they will not let me out of it either, until special permission from the alpha.
While I was putting myself in order, I thought about the situation I was in. But I couldn't imagine why the alpha needed me. Considering his physical interest in me, I was not up to the level of shapeshifters. Werewolves are mostly beautiful. Slender, fit, hardy, they attract attention, but I'm different.
After drying her hair and wrapping herself in a towel, she went into the bedroom. There was already a dress and light beige shoes on the bed. Everything is tastefully selected, elegant and simple. All because I love.
Near the dress I found a bag of underwear, very beautiful and expensive underwear. Generous but the werewolf got. While looking at all of this, I wondered. For what such merits have I been bestowed with all this. And the fact that it's all expensive, very expensive, I had no doubt.
I got dressed and looked at myself in the mirror, I did not like the reflection in it. Her eyes looked frightened and reflected my nervousness.
- Yes, you got into Alya's binder - I whispered to my reflection in the mirror. I wanted to cry, but holding back the impulse, I gritted my teeth.
- Smile and wave guys, smile and wave - I remembered the expression from the cartoon. Not giving a damn about everything, she went into the living room, dinner was laid out on the table. I didn’t want to eat at all, the situation was too nervous. All my life they tried to command me, that's enough, I've already grown up. I am a big girl. It's time to act.
I decided to myself that it was time to scout the situation and find my brother. I hope by then he already knew what the old schemer was up to. It just didn’t suit me that he assigned me the main role in his game. I didn't like it at all. He played his part like clockwork. And I fell into his network without hesitation.
Opening the door, I stumbled upon two werewolves who propped up the opposite wall. One of them, taking a step towards me, blocked my exit into the corridor, not letting me out and not giving me any opportunity to get out.
- Excuse me, but you are not allowed to leave the room, until the order of the alpha - the guard began to explain tactfully.
I gritted my teeth and slammed the door shut without saying a word. Turning around on my heels, I stomped to the path already familiar to me, through the balcony.
Going out onto the balcony and looking around it from all sides, I realized that it would not work to go down. Still, the sixth floor, which did not come into contact with the rest of the balconies. I looked again and realized that the only way out was the neighboring balcony, although it was a meter away from my balcony. Without thinking and without giving yourself the opportunity to change your mind.
She took off her shoes and threw them onto the adjacent balcony. She climbed over the railing of the balcony and holding on with her hands, took a deep breath and jumped, clinging to the railing of the neighboring balcony. At the same time, she howled in pain, as she hit her knees on the wrought-iron railing.
- That's it. It hurts, it hurts like - quietly whining and mentally speaking obscenely, threw one leg over the railing and rolled onto the balcony.
Quietly whimpering, she picked up her shoes and looked into the room. Looking and listening to see if anyone is in the room. Making sure that there was no one in the room, she went looking around. It seems that I got into the room of a woman. I sniffed the air, trying to identify the smell, but no, it was not familiar to me. She put her shoes on the table and walked around looking around the room. The room was remarkable, beautiful elegant furniture in beige tones. But if the masculine style reigned there, strict, solid, then here there was elegance and femininity, you can even say innocence.
I walked around the room, looked into the dressing room and whistled from the abundance of clothes.
- So I understand, a girl on a grand scale - I muttered to myself under my breath, looking at the rows of expensive clothes - Elite boutique pancake.
She looked into the bedroom and was stunned, a beautiful golden dress lay on the bed. It shimmered and sparkled, from silvery to rich yellow. How it was possible to create such a color and texture of the dress, I had no idea. She ran her finger over the dress and, sighing, rejoiced at the courage and extravagance of the mistress of the dress. I looked in the next door, there was a bathroom. And that's when I heard voices coming from the living room.
- Polina Igorevna, please put on the dress in which you are going to the evening, and I will already pick up makeup and hair for it, - a female voice said from the living room. I rushed around the room not knowing where I should hide, because after the conversation, Polina Igorevna will come here now.
- Of course, I'll try it on now - the voice was already very close. Glancing at the bed where the dress lay, I slipped under it with a smooth movement. Very timely, as a woman was already entering the room, knocking with her heels. Here the footsteps subsided and the rustling of clothes was heard.
I made myself comfortable under the bed, it was good that it was clean here. I don’t know how long I sat under the bed, thinking about exit options, but so far I haven’t seen a way out. I was brought out of my thoughts by the appearance of new characters in the room. I listened trying to understand what was going on.
“Polina Igorevna, sorry to disturb you, we have an order to inspect your room for strangers,” a male voice said and I heard steps.
- Yes, how dare you, I am your future Moon of the pack, and you, you .... This is how you will search my room, I will immediately go to the alpha - Polina Igorevna cried out. Her voice is so nasty, a little squeaky. And then it dawned on me. I wonder if Mark Asmus is the bride, this squeak?
Blimey. It turns out he has a fiancee, and he locks me in his room. Reversible Kobelin. Yes, the situation is getting weirder and weirder in this kingdom.
“Complain, but we have an order to inspect everything here,” a male voice grumbled. From the steps I realized that he was heading towards me, that is, into the bedroom.
I broke out in a sticky sweat realizing that with their sense of smell they would find me here. Focus on your breath, inhale, exhale, inhale, exhale. And as my mother taught me, mentally releasing her alpha power, she began to inspire. "I'm not here, I'm not here. Go check another place,” she ordered and pulled the force harder.
I rarely use it except when I'm treating. But I knew that werewolves, except for alphas, could inspire anything. She heard how the werewolf drew in air and stamped his feet on the spot, left the room closing the door.