~Aleksey’s Point of View~
This past week has by far and away been more insane than I ever could have imagined … and now I found myself sitting in Trevor’s office while my mother said good-bye to her mate. I didn’t blame her for wanting privacy with him, to be able to say the things she needed to say. It wouldn’t be appropriate to do it at a funeral.
Mother also didn’t believe in showing emotion in mixed company, I was certain she’d cry at the funeral but she’d never allow herself to be overly emotional in public. Yeah, even for her mate’s funeral she would care what people thought.
I had my head down on the desk, I was half asleep when I heard her heels on the floor. She walked in with Trevor holding her arm. She was going on and on about what she wanted for the services. Trevor shot me a qui
~Alexandra’s Point of View~I threw myself on Robert’s couch as he pulled his coffee table next to my feet and fell next to me.“What the hell is all that,” I asked, pointing at the stacks of papers.“You guys wanted full work ups of anyone interested,” he said, as Emmy strode into the room and put some snack mix down.“Holy shit dude, how many are there,” I blurted out.I looked between the two of them and it seemed like they’d already spoken on it.“I made two piles, this one is those who don’t have a chance in hell,” Emilia said, pointing at the smaller of the stacks.
~Emilia’s Point of View~ “Just think of this as your bachelorette party but you know, weird, cause we are in fact … weird,” Alexandra said, as we got off a party bus in front of a club. “Are you sure Aleksey approved this,” I asked, timidly. I was wearing a sash that said, “bride to be” and I was with a dozen females I didn’t really know. Most were Alex’s school friends but some were cousins. I had on a dress that was way shorter than I liked and my tits were practically in my chin. “This is a family owned club,” one of the she-wolves said, looping my arm. She was Viktor’s daughter and I couldn’t for the life of me remember her name. She was a bit older than me and mated, but still dresse
~Aleksey’s Point of View~ Everything moved in slow motion as I watched Uncle Viktor walking Emilia down the aisle. She was an absolute angel, and she was all mine. The smile that lit up her face was priceless. I never felt nervous or uncertain about much, but seeing her so upset last night, so rattled ... really got to me. I confided in Robert once Emilia fell asleep. I told him I was lost and didn’t know how to make her feel better. He said I needed to show her, take some time and dedicate it strictly to her. What better way to do that than with a honeymoon? Just the mention of the word and I knew it was perfect. He offered to set it all up for me since he doesn’t sleep anyhow. It was all going to be a complete surprise. This morning I involved mother and Alex, who were both absolutely thril
~Emilia’s Point of View~ I was all packed and ready to run out the door when Robert told me Aleksey had to step out. I furiously ran back to our room and threw myself on the bed. My mind raced with what the hell could be so important, what could have made him leave right now? It was our damn wedding night and he was running out into the streets to do who knows what. I shook myself. It had to be important, too important that he couldn’t just send Mickey. Maybe Mickey was still too drunk, I thought. He was pretty gone earlier. I must have fallen asleep because when I woke up Aleskey was standing over me with wet hair, trying to pick me up. He was cooing at me and telling me how beautiful I was and that he wanted to make love to me. Or maybe I was dreaming that.
~Alexandra’s Point of View~“What a fucking circus,” I said, staring out my window, shaking my head.The entire front gate of the property was swarming with leeches, vile creatures with nothing better to do than to pry into people’s lives. It had now been about 26 hours since the arrests and they likely weren’t going away anytime soon.I looked in the mirror at my pantsuit and smoothed out the blazer. I had to look my best for the roaches outside. But I would never let them have anything other than my best fake smile.“All ready,” I announced as I trotted down the stairs to join mother and Emilia.They were both also well dressed, though Emilia looked simply
~Alexsey’s Point of View~ I broke my own rule that I should always honor above all else. Never … ever fucking lose my patience. When that happens, I give up control. Now I’m sitting in the damn house on a full moon, fighting my wolf that doesn’t give a flying fuck about an ankle bracelet. I wanted to blame Mickey, he never should have let me go in that bar, full of a hot head and hell bent on revenge. But I wouldn’t have listened to him anyhow and I know that. “Sir? Your cousin Ivan is here to see you,” the butler said. Mickey flicked his head at me in a questioning manner. Viktor’s son was essentially shunned from the family and had nothing to do with our dealings. I never felt ill toward him, but Viktor was very old school and unfortunately cho
~Emilia’s Point of View~ I was getting pretty damn tired of seeing Pavel and I was very close to asking Aleksey when he was leaving. I get that it was the appropriate thing for him to offer support, but the guys were out on bail quickly and we hardly needed him anymore. They wouldn’t go to trial for probably months. I was a complete fucking nervous wreck about it all and we’d barely talked since the plane. I laid in bed after our long run, waiting for my mate to join me. Sofia said I probably wouldn’t be able to shift after my first trimester and I shouldn’t eat any raw meat from now on. My wolf wasn’t happy about that but I supposed I needed to ask a doctor. Shit! Would Aleksey be able to get permission to go to my appointments? Ugh. Just when things start looking up, just when life seems to
~Alexandra’s Point of View~“No, next,” I said, dismissively.I’d been shopping with Emilia for over an hour and we’d barely found two acceptable ensembles. If she was going to have big dog conversations, she certainly couldn’t look like she was from the pound. Furthermore, the right outfit would … and should empower her. I can help her with what to say but the delivery is everything. Confidence!Emilia grumbled and the sales clerk followed her back into the dressing room.“How about these,” mother said, holding up two pant suits.“That color is so five years ago,” I said, pointing at the first.