Chapter 13 His Wolf

Jasmine

“Khrysanya.” Alek shuts his laptop and kisses me on the lips. “Don’t stay out long. You might catch a cold.”

He’s supposed to arrive tomorrow from the trip, but they came back earlier today. He made love with me, took me out, and brought me some clothes. Now, he looks tired.

“You okay?”

“I’m just exhausted.” He stands up, taking the laptop with him. “I’m hitting the bed early.”

“Then I’m coming with you.” I look up at him.

“It’s fine.” He turns to his men, paying cards beside the pool to give us the entire patio for our privacy. “Hey, take care of her. If I see a mosquito bite on her skin, I’ll throw a knife at your chest.”

I laugh. “You’re insane. Just go up. I’ll be there in a few minutes.” I learned the names of his security details, who are always around the house.

Sasha, the blond, his second-in-command. Mirom, the giant, brought me food while Alek locked me up in the room. Then Oleg, the dark-haired one who likes to cook, came back a couple of days ago after healing. Then the identical twins, Yuli with short hair and Vital, who keeps his hair long.

I also met his uncle, Kirill, who’s single but one of the nicest people I’ve ever met. The cook, Anastasiy, and the head of the housekeepers, Martha.

When I get to know them, these people are not so bad.

Sasha comes with a fleece covering my back. “I don’t want holes in my chest.”

I laugh, shaking my head. “You know he’s just joking, right?”

He looks at me. “No. When it comes to you, he doesn’t joke.”

“You’re kidding.” I stare at him in shock.

“I wish.” Sasha also has an almost perfect American accent, which he grew up with and studied in the States.

“He won’t do that.”

“If he says he cuts my head, he will cut my head.”

“That’s ridiculous.” I roll my eyes, standing up. “Then I’m going up. I still want you guys alive to protect his ass.”

The guys playing are shaking hard, laughing in silence.

“Good night, guys.” I get into the house and meet Kirill in the hallway.

He smiles at me. “Is he okay?”

“I don’t know. Did he ever get sick?”

“When he was young, yes. Why?” Even his uncle is worried.

“I think he’s not feeling well. If there’s someone who catches a cold in this weather, it’d be me. Don’t worry. I’ll call down if he gets worse.”

“Thank you, darling. Do you need anything?”

“I’m good. Thanks.”

When I get back to his room, he’s already in bed, but I know he’s still awake. I sit in bed and check his forehead with the back of my hand. He’s hot, really hot.

“Alek, I think I should call Sasha to call the doctor.”

“I already took Tylenol. Maybe you should stay in the other room. I don’t want to catch whatever I have.”

“Tylenol, huh? And no, I’m staying. Or maybe you get sick because of me.”

He opens his tired eyes. “Then I don’t mind.”

I roll my eyes. “That’s not funny. Give me a minute.” I get up to get a towel from the bathroom. I wet it with cold water and squeeze it out.

When I get back, he’s about to fall asleep. I place the towel on his forehead and join him in bed. 

I can’t help but worry. I know he’s just trying to look fine, but I can tell the fever is high, and that’s something he can’t lie or hide from me.

Even if I want to check his body temperature or call a doctor, he already falls asleep, and I don’t want to disturb him anymore.

I text Sasha.

JASMINE: If Alek doesn’t improve in the morning, we’re calling a doctor.

I see the message bubble up. His reply pops seconds later.

SASHA: Good idea. I’ll stay up in case you need me.

JASMINE: You don’t have to. I’ll knock on your door if there’s an emergency.

SASHA: I’ll stay up for a few hours.

JASMINE: Thanks.

I must have fallen asleep. I’m still wearing the same clothes from last night. Still feeling sleepy, I rub my eyes and stretch out. Then I pat Alek’s side.

I pat something hairy like fur. A warm, moving fur, raising and falling, like someone’s breathing under the fur blanket. Did Alek wake up in the middle of the night and grab a fur blanket or a coat because he’s feeling cold?

When I open my eyes and look at him, I freeze. My thoughts scattered. I forget how to blink, and I struggle to breathe, and the odd gasping sounds I’m hearing are coming from me.

The blast of shock injects me with a dose of adrenaline, and I jump off the bed and scream until my back hits the wall.

“Sasha!” I cry out his name. An intense scream wracks from my throat again as the wolf in bed stirs. It was big, the biggest wolf I’ve ever seen in my entire life, and I’ve seen plenty.

The silver white wolf, almost like a full moon in the midnight sky, opens its eyes. The familiar steel gray eyes stare at me, blinking, seemingly confused, but showing some recognition.

The door opens, slamming against the wall. Sasha and the rest of the guys barge in heavily armed.

It’s too late for me to realize that the wolf in bed is Alek. The way they lower their guns and go on their knees simultaneously, like they’ve practiced it a thousand times, makes my heart swell with pride.

“Alpha,” says Sasha, lowering his head, and the rest follow, including Kirill, who looks proud.

“Oh, Goddess.” I let go of a shuddering breath as I step closer with weak knees. “Alek, you get your wolf back. You’re complete again.”

Even him, the look in his eyes, he seems shocked himself, staring at me.

“Yes, go see yourself in the mirror,” I tell him enthusiastically.

He jumps off the bed, his paws thudding against the floor. As he acknowledges his men, they get up and step back to give way to their alpha. What’s left in bed are his shredded boxers. He then stands before the mirror and looks at himself.

I step closer to him, petting the back of his ear. Alek then turns to me, slightly bows his head, and I can’t help but smile.

I hug him on the neck, sliding my fingers through his soft fur, and I can feel him purring.

“Welcome back, Alek’s wolf.” I look right into his gray eyes, seemingly grateful, and I see my reflection in them, and I can feel like he’s telling me something.

Seconds later, his men and Kirill walk out, closing the door after them.

With ease, he shifts back to Alek, wearing a smile of gratitude. Then he pulls me, holds me tight into his powerful chest, making it hard for me to even breathe.

“You made me whole again, Khrysanya, when I thought it was impossible, but our circumstances brought us together. From the very first time I saw you in the coffee shop, you lit up among the crowd. And I’d never been sure in my entire life that it was you, my Khrysanya.”

I pull away, staring at him. “What do you mean? You knew me before that wedding?”

“Yeah.”

My mouth dries in horror. “Did you tell Liam to ditch me so you could crash his wedding and kidnap me?”