Sitting at the table in his office, he wearily rubbed his temples, accepted the invitation, ran his eyes over the text once more, and threw it back. "As? That's how they knew? One of the Creators must have intervened, if not both. And if so, then it's rubbish." In irritation, which rolled in waves, he walked around the office. “It pisses me off when things get out of control. Okay, time endures, I have a couple of days to settle the affairs of the pack.Over the past three months, he has been working for wear and tear. In my opinion, my subordinates have already begun to hate me. Alex avoided it in general, he knew - it’s worth getting caught in the eye, so I’ll load things up to the very top of my head. You can understand him: a young guy, and here you have to work hard for almost ten, but this will only benefit him. Although more and more often he began to show his teeth - the puppy is growing, soon it will be possible to fade into the background on his own. Dial his number. Doesn't

- Where's Martha?- She went through her channels to find out: what, and how.- Understandably. Me means, decided not to inform. An interesting picture emerges.- I don't think so, - he shook his head, - Don't make hasty decisions.He got up, took off his jeans, T-shirt, folded them and turned to Matvey.- Look after her, - shook his head in the direction of Leah's house.- I'll take a look. Where am I going to go, - he also got up, dusted off his pants, - Will you go to Inar?Turning into a wolf, picking up and holding things in his mouth, he trotted into the forest."It's long overdue," he muttered. But I heard. He stopped and turned around, baring his teeth. Matvey noticed, but somehow wearily waved his hand.- You can grin as much as you like! But I'll tell you what: only after losing my daughter, I realized how much I didn't have time to tell her. He came here, reveled in self-pity, complained about the unfair fate of his daughter. And what did he achieve? The fact that I can los

I sat on the couch, wrapped in a blanket, stunned by what had happened. “What is it? Maxim is my mate? No!" She shook her head. "No! Can't be! So much time to spend nearby and not feel, not understand! Okay, I'm not a wolf, but he's alpha, he knows everything about couples!She jumped up and walked across the room. The plaid dragged along the floor after me, throwing it off, went into her room, got dressed, although her hands were shaking so much from the excitement that she almost tore off the zipper sewn into the side seam of the dress. She sighed and bit her lip, “How can that be? What should I do now?"I remembered his look, with which he examined me, while I stood naked and shook like an aspen leaf. Some kind of mad or something, incomprehensible. How he clenched his fists. When he took a step towards me, it became maddeningly scary: it seemed that he would rush.I just didn't know what to expect from him in that state. “Although no, why lie to yourself? Judging by his tense, rea

- As with a thing, with a puppet. Wanted - got it, wanted - removed it. For entertainment, I pulled the strings, played, so that it would not be boring.“I never played with you.” His eyes flickered over my face, lingering on my lips for a second.- What about a passport? Is this not a game for you? - she turned away to the window again, - From the moment I arrived in the flock, you planned everything: where should I live, by the way, thank you for changing the rule of the game in this case and giving me the opportunity to live separately. Where should I work, when should I leave, and where and even got married, thoughtfully so, planned - like a chess game, isn't it?- I already...- Do you have children?- What? He didn't seem to expect such a sudden change of subject and was surprised.She moved away from him to another window, just not to stand next to him. Despite all the resentment that squeezed my soul in a painful vice, I still reached out to him, my body did not remain indiffe

We got to the airport quickly, as soon as we entered the building, my brother took my suitcases and rushed off somewhere with the documents. And I, walking with Martha through the building and examining it, out of the corner of my eye noted the interested glances of the men that they threw in my direction.Someone looked surreptitiously, casting a barely noticeable glance, while someone looked frankly, and I terribly did not like all this attention. Well, I'm not used to being looked at!I wanted to hide in some far corner and sit there before departure, and I was terribly worried about the upcoming flight. But Martha had a completely different opinion, forcing me to walk and constantly commenting on men's views, while laughing quietly.At first, listening to her phrases, I smiled embarrassedly, but with every minute, irritation grew both at this aimless promenade and at the men's looks, which, as it turned out, were not at all pleasing, but the look of only one man was needed, which