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The story of a girl and a werewolf. Part 5

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No, I'm not your girlfriend, I'm a bad cat,
I can't be friends without love
Tied by the arms and legs, by the legs and ears
Don't move, honey, you're a prisoner.

It's like needles in the hoarfrost, piercing words in the cold...

A chorus:
I call you bunny, my fluffy bunny,
Beautiful little bunny of mine, desired by me.
I call you bunny, you're my sweet bunny,
My favorite bunny.

You shoot with your eyes, you worry with words,
And you're giving me your eyes already.
Here you are, my fluffy, my gentle, tiger-like,
You want to drink the greedy neon light.

Come back with your thoughts
By the time I first met you...

Chorus:
I call you bunny, my fluffy bunny,
Beautiful little bunny of mine, desired by me.
I call you bunny, you're my sweet bunny,
My favorite bunny.

No, I'm not your girlfriend, I'm a bad cat,
I can't be friends without love.
Tied by arms and legs, legs and ears
Don't move, honey, you're a prisoner.

It's like needles in a frosty, cold pierce of words...

A chorus:
I call you bunny, my fluffy bunny,
Beautiful little bunny of mine, desired by me.
I call you bunny, you're my sweet bunny,
My favorite bunny."

Think again
By the time I first met you...

I was so excited that Madonna couldn't even dream about it. Under the storm of applause, Andrei pulled me off the stage, lifted me on my shoulder and dragged me out like a caveman. I was laughing funny. They put me in the passenger seat of his car and buckled me in with my seat belt.

***

Alexander's POV.

- Where are you taking me? - I asked away from laughing.
- Home!
- To whom?
- To us!
Yes, the brevity is the sister of talent.
- Bring me home to my house.
- Shut up. I'm tired of you already.

Looking carefully at his condition, I came to the conclusion that it is not worth pissing him off.
He lived as he should have lived for the rich of St. Petersburg. What I saw in a vast area could not be called a cottage. It was a huge mansion, like in magazines.
- Don't be surprised, all the members of the pack who are not yet married live here.
- How about you..." I said without knowing how to ask, "you want to marry... me.
He laughed.
- Don't worry, I have a six-room apartment for us.
- Why did we come here?
- I want you to meet my father. And, interrupting your flow of questions, I will explain everything at once. Yes, he is also a werewolf. No, I'm not taking you home. Yeah, we're not staying here overnight. Yes, we'll go to my place later.
I was standing there staring at him, staring at him.
-And I almost forgot.
He came close to me and kissed me.
- And... I'll see something like what you did at the restaurant again, and you'll be punished.
- Threatening?
- I warn you, sweetie.
His father was the same old man who gave me this two-meter miracle. I "nobly" thanked him. Then we had a more or less peaceful dinner.
Already on the way back I decided to ask.
- And how old are you?
- One hundred and thirty-two, - he answered calmly.
I choked. He favorably patted his back.
- How long do you live?
- Up to five hundred years old.
-What about me? I'm going to die... and you're going to find yourself some more to live with? - I was pissed off.
- Shh, calm down, I'll explain everything to you. First of all, you're my first and last beloved wife and you're so flighty.
I was overreacted by his words. Why? It's nice when a man like that loves you. Behind him, like behind a stone wall.
- Secondly, after the wedding there will be a ceremony, after which our lives will be measured in one for two. Werewolves do not marry twice. They love only once.
- Is it true? Well....that...you...love me...well...love me.
- Stupid, of course I love you. Would I then live with you in doglike guise?
- You had no choice, you were wearing a collar, your father told me everything," I mumbled.
- Sweetie, do you really think that would have stopped me? What was stopping me from just coming home? NOTHING. I fell in love like a boy, so I followed you.
- You know, I don't think so, I don't think I love you, too.
The car stopped abruptly. Andrew turned to me and kissed me again. It was the happiest day of the year. Then there were many more wonderful days. Andrew did not let me be discouraged, I had fun with him, I was curious...warm. I can hardly ever stop loving him.

***

Nine months later, we had our first-born children: Max and Mikhail.