My head immediately began to spin from an unusually strong mental impact, and I closed my eyes and fell into a dream.
Chapter 2
Alya Derbisheva.
The whole body was numb from lying in one position for a long time. And I half-awake tried to roll over, hit my head on the beam of the bed. Okhnuv and rubbing her bruised head, she listened. The room was quiet. It was not surprising, but I felt that there was no one in the room. Lifting the covers, she began to climb out of her hiding place.
Opening the bedroom door, she looked out and saw that the room was empty. I left feeling a headache that began to increase from my body movements. I remembered the words of my mother that any action carries the consequences of this action.
Looking into the lockers and not finding a first-aid kit there, she whimpered softly because her head began to hurt more, and there were no painkillers in the room. I felt so sorry for myself that I wanted to cry out of hopelessness, or even better, take a pill, get into a warm bed and have the bed in my apartment. So dear, so mine, mine.
- Oh, dreams, dreams - I muttered and wandered off to look for my shoes. The sooner I get out of here, the better for me. Oddly enough, I did not find the shoes at the place where I left them.
- Interesting girls dance. Where did my shoes dance - all the same quietly muttering under his breath. Having examined the entire living room and not finding the shoes, she went to the dressing room, maybe they were removed there.
Having searched the entire dressing room, without finding her shoes, she found beige ballet flats with clasps. Having put them on, I decided that it would not decrease from the hostess if I borrowed them. And that they were more comfortable than my high-heeled shoes, it would definitely be easier to run in them. Having gathered herself and combed her hair, she began to pray to the Moon to leave this place calmly and without incident. I hope after inspecting the room and not finding me, the guards at the door of the alpha room were removed.
First of all, we need to find a brother and find out what game our father started. Borrowing money and a telephone for communication, otherwise running away without a ruble in your pocket, is somehow not comme il faut. Poverty never appealed to me.
Opening the door and looking out into the corridor, I realized that my assumption was correct. The security at the door of the alpha's room was removed. I calmly walked to the back door in the opposite direction from the elevators. Having met no one along the way, I realized that I was lucky today.
Going down to the first floor, I got into the service rooms of the hotel. Pushing open the next door, she went into the kitchen, where the waiters were scurrying about. One of them looked at me intently.
- Excuse me, but this is office space. Are you probably lost? You can go to the reception here - and the helpful waiter opened the door for me. Well, here's what to do, I had to go.
The Great Reception Hall is what I would call the place. There were many werewolves here. There was such a strong aura of power that I wanted to at least duck down, but at the most to hide and not enter. Only a large number of alphas in one place could create such an aura. Looking around and trying not to draw attention to herself, she began to look for her brother. I hope I don't run into Mark and his guards, otherwise everything will be useless, including my attempts to escape.
While I quietly look around the hall for the enemy, the people meticulously looked at each other. But what is surprising is the atmosphere in the hall was somehow nervous, restless. Seeing the buffet table, I decided to eat a little, otherwise my stomach stuck to my back today and plaintively hinted that it was time to eat.
She walked over to the hors d'oeuvre table and began to eat, watching the werewolves along the way. To be honest, from the abundance of jewelry that the ladies were wearing, it seemed that the hall shimmered with sparks of light. While I was looking at the ladies, two imposing men came up to the table and, talking quietly, looked at the gray-haired man and his companion. A spectacular brunette in a dress so familiar to me and, surprisingly, in my shoes. Oh, Polina Igorevna herself.
“Oh, here are my shoes, it turns out that Polina Igorevna put them on,” I thought with a grin, quietly bypassing a couple of werewolves. Moving in the opposite direction from Polina Igorevna, otherwise God forbid he sees my ballet flats on me, prove later that I didn’t take them on purpose, but instead of my shoes.
- Malinovskaya hung her nose completely. See how you get angry. There is no stamp, and the engagement party is open. Didn't hear anything, did he even come? asked a male voice, and I quietly got up and listened to someone else's conversation. And what's interesting, after all.
- No, he hasn't arrived yet. Security throughout the hotel is looking for someone, all the rooms have been searched. They even looked under the bed. Do you think they are looking for Malinovskaya's lover? grinned the werewolf, not large, stately with silvered temples. “Well, you have to molt, otherwise I’ll definitely get caught, but without money you won’t run far. Where is Max? - thoughts flickered in my head, signaling me with a red light about the danger and adding speed, moved to the exit from the banquet hall.
Having passed almost half of the hall, they blocked my way, grabbing my hand. Since at that moment I was only interested in finding my brother, I did not pay much attention to the interested looks of the werewolves. But there was no need to relax.
Looking first at the hand that held me. It was only after that that I noticed the werewolf who was holding me.
- And what is the name of this charming baby? I heard a hoarse voice in my ear. Throwing my head back and looking at the man intently, I arched an eyebrow and stared at him inquiringly. The man was young, handsome, but I didn’t like his look, too arrogant, undressing. From this look, I wanted to go to the shower and wash, it was so greasy.
- Sorry, my father is looking for me - waving my hand to the crowd, focusing on the fact that dad is watching, I twisted my lips in a grin. The hand holding me disappeared without a trace, and I, grinning, moved on. Now I'm watching where I'm going and who's looking at me.
At that moment, everything in the hall was silent, a wave of strength and anger swept through the room. She swept over and hit everyone, indiscriminately. I felt my she-wolf whining, if it were not for my immunity, then I, like many, would have bowed, recognizing the strongest leader. And so, I just shuddered from the strength and the flow of anger that enveloped the hall.
Mark Asmus four hours ago.
I was exhausted from endless flights and searches. Changed my mind and reviewed all options. All for and against this marriage, but still could not come to a final decision. To marry or not, that is the question? A question that I could not answer. Or rather, just two weeks ago, I definitely was, for.
But now thinking and remembering everything that happened, I was not sure. Then, in the house of Vladimir Isakov, I first felt her smell. So addictive and sweet, I thought these were all fairy tales about a true couple. Only when I felt it, I realized that I had hit and disappeared completely and irrevocably. But then there was only a feeling of euphoria, that here she is, I will see her. Imagine my disappointment when I realized that she was not in the house.
My wolf howled and thrashed around looking for a she-wolf with such an alluring scent. And the smell came from a little blue chiffon scarf that lay on the bed in the guest room. Without remembering myself, I picked up a scarf and inhaling the delicate aroma of my pair, ordered. Find your girl in the Isakov flock.
But she was neither in the house nor in the pack. My people checked everyone who was in the pack and who came at least for a short time. And to the question about the scarf, Vladimir Isakov could not give a definite explanation or did not want to. Whose is he? Who dropped it and how did it get here? Questions, questions and no answers.
And today I have to make a decision about the engagement and the conclusion of a marriage contract with Malinovsky. Sitting in the hotel office, discussing current affairs with my alphas, I still doubted the decision I had made. After all, the search did not lead to anything, I never found it. And now he himself began to doubt that she was even real. Except the scarf was still in my pocket, a reminder of the smell that stirs the blood.
A little white girl burst into the office where we were sitting. And her smell flooded me, destroying all obstacles and barriers in its path. And she was walking towards me with a smooth gait, the mere sight of her made blood pound in my temples. From delight that here she came herself, I growled dully, poorly controlling my wolf.
But she doesn’t go to me, but to one of my alphas and, leaning towards his ear, whispers something to him. From this my blood boils and if it were not for my notorious control, I would rush and tear it apart, the one to whom my couple whispers in the ear. And from the fact that she slightly bent over, her shirt was slightly pulled up, opening up a view of her slender legs. It seems that my beast began to subjugate me, the sight of her legs made me sick, I wanted to break everyone who was in this room. Through the red veil, her voice began to reach my brain, melodious and gentle, that my beast wanted to howl with pleasure.
The words reached me, but the understanding of the words came later, when I began to break the table I was holding on to so as not to jump up and tear Maxim Isakov on the spot. Only when she looked at me and met my eyes. I realized that no matter what it was, I would not let go, I could not let go. All eyes were riveted on me, no one understood what the matter was, but everyone felt the strength that was escaping from me.
Her next words made me jump to my feet. Max also jumped up shielding my girl from me.
What are you doing, Mark? — came to my mind the words of my alpha. Now all the werewolves jumped up from their seats and looked at me with surprise. And I already poorly controlled my beast, a partial transformation began. Seeing my girl backing towards the door, I could barely contain my beast. The excitement of the hunt, attached by the addictive scent, and my wolf snarled, trying to take control. Order gave more for himself than for her.
"Stay," I said, giving a mental order attached by force. Which made all werewolves within a kilometer radius stop and freeze. Just not my couple. She, still backing away to the door, in her eyes was fright and misunderstanding of the situation.
I was surprised that I could not influence her, and my beast howled with pleasure, watching a strong alpha female. It was incredible, when she entered I felt only the female and there was no alpha power in her.
- Calm down Mark. The girl joked, meet my daughter and sister Maxima, Alya, said Vladimir Isakov. I stared at him with a surprised look, because I did not notice at all when he entered the office. And he, grabbing my pair by the hand, unceremoniously put it on public display. Caused me to have a fit of rage.
- It's true? I growled, looking at Vladimir Isakov with the blazing angry look of an owner. Now I did not perceive the situation adequately, maybe I need time. I listened as they explained to me who she was, but having lost control it is very difficult to take it back.
Especially when everyone grabs my girl. It was enough that she was wearing Maxim Isakov's shirt with his smell, which I wanted to tear off, here and now. My wolf was not going to endure touching his mate. And in general, he does not intend to endure anyone's touching her.
“Come out, everyone,” I growled, giving the order. At the moment I wanted to be alone with my couple. I saw my baby take a step towards the door with a quiet sigh of relief. My beast roared and rushed to intercept its prey. I had to restrict him, give him only her hand. Keeping turnover under tight control. I held her hand, afraid to break it, but I was not able to let go.
When the door closed behind the last werewolf, I pressed it against the door, feeling the flame of desire blazing inside me. Through the veil in my mind, her whisper reached me, sending goosebumps down my spine. From desire, I didn’t hear or perceive anything, and when the meaning of the words began to reach my consciousness, the wolf bit into my brain without letting go.
I couldn't move away; I couldn't let go. Not now, when the beast demands to be subdued and branded as his own. Now it was not me, there was an alpha male, there was a wolf, but there was no me.
“Don’t mind me, don’t you dare argue with me,” I roared, already in bad control of my beast, which howled and tore my self-control to shreds. I felt the taste of blood and an echo of the pain of my couple, and peering into her face, I saw tears in her eyes. Lifting her face up to make sure she was crying. Did not keep his beast under control. He howled and licked a tear that rolled down his cheek.
- I'm sorry I scared you - holding my mate tighter, whispering trying to calm her down.
- Let me go, please - a thin voice rang out, causing me an irresistible desire to protect and calm. Not a single female evoked such emotions in me, as one of the strongest alphas, I could always control myself and my beast inside.
My voice sounds quite calm, I already have complete control over my beast. He got his own, his little she-wolf, and so far he agrees with me. The she-wolf needs to be calmed down, as well as my little alpha female.
- My name is Mark Asmus - I add a little caress to my voice, bringing my face closer to her grief with a desire to feel alluring lips. Feel her scent, the softness of her mouth, the taste of her desire. Only realizing that she does not feel mutual desire with me. I came to my senses. I felt her fear, and then silent tears flowed from her eyes, it sobered me. Luna, why is she crying? What's wrong?
I whispered affectionate words to her, no longer understanding their meaning, trying to calm her and myself, holding her tighter to me. There was a question in my head. Why is my partner afraid of me? What have I done wrong? Given the fact that I was always surrounded by women ready for anything to be in my bed. Now my couple, my girl is afraid of me.
The problem must be solved now before it is too late, therefore, you cannot rush and scare your couple. And the fact that she is a girl, I felt only by touching her. I took her in my arms and carried her to the table, she was very small and light. But I liked everything about her, green eyes, white hair, even her fragility, not typical of werewolves.
Her quiet question was music to me; there was no fear anymore, only small sobs could still be heard in her quiet voice. Putting her on the table, he stood between her legs. I really liked being in this position, my beast purred with pleasure, lingering, uterine confirmation.
- Little one, I would like to do a lot with you - from these words and from the ambiguity of my answer. I was engulfed in heat. Pictures flashed through my head of what I would like to do with her and my insides lit up with the desire to possess. So strong that I could hardly contain myself.
- I don’t want to - nevertheless, my couple’s voice acts on my beast like Viagra, and the sight of her humility made me laugh.
- If you want - I did not say, but stated, as they claim the rights to their property. And he began to undo her hair, running his hand through it and burying his nose in it, inhaling only her inherent aroma.
Her fragrance enveloped, I wanted to absorb it with everything, skin, body, soul. I even stopped listening to what she told me. Words merged into music. From the desire to possess, I no longer controlled the wolf, but my human body was also languishing with desire.
- A minute, baby, I need to calm down, sit quietly, like a mouse - I still inhaled the aroma of my couple, so my voice sounded muffled, hoarse. When the desire became unbearable, and now I could not satisfy it, I took a step back, breaking contact. Trying to get my emotions under control.