- So you brought yourself from another world to us?
- Not yourself, Svyatoslav the other. Yes, at first I thought so too, but I lived with him, drank, ate and every time I felt like I was with him as if I were with my brother. I didn't feel like he was my clone or I was his. He loves to cook, but I can't, he has a sister and family, and I only have a father. He loves rock, and I like jazz more. We're different, Hank. I love him, so I brought him here. He's lonely out there alone, and I feel bad out there.
- I'm... I'm sorry, it's my fault," Hank put a fiver in my hair, blaming myself for hanging over my head, "I should have been interested in your life and at least tried to understand your feelings.
- Hank, it wasn't your fault," I fixed his hair gently smiling, "I'm just not yours, so I'm not interested. And I should have let you go a long time ago. Hank, let's get this over with, stop playing in the perfect family.
- If that's what you want, kid," Hank smiled, and I saw the relief in his eyes.
- Yes, I do. Hank," I pressed against his chest, hiding his red face, "I fell in love. There, I met my Alpha.
- But there was no alpha in the world, you said so yourself.
- Yes, he's just a man, a man. But to me, he's my true alpha. I love him, very much.
- Really? - Hank stroked his head kissing the top of his head," he said. I'm really glad, Stefan. I did.
- Thank you.
We stood there for a couple of minutes, and I noticed he was breathing strangely.
- Hank? Everything okay?
- Huh? Yeah," Hank swallowed, "but your shampoo smells good. What kind of brand is that? Maybe we have one too. So refreshing, you know I love lime.
Well, I have strawberry yogurt shampoo. I barely kept my laugh.
- Let me introduce you to the Svyat He'll tell you the brand of shampoo. Wait here.
When I went out to the Holy One, I asked him to be quiet and dragged him with me. Svyatoslav, like a hunting dog, also smelled and frowned more and more.
- Svyatoslav, meet Hank Aumsville.
Hank took a deep breath and froze. He looked at the Holy One with a glowing gaze, clenching his fists. He took a step towards it, but immediately stopped, as if he had crashed into a wall. Yeah, here's your favorite shampoo, your favorite lime smell - Svyatoslav Rovinsky.
POV Svyatoslav
- It's very nice, Svyatoslav," said Stef's husband.
I even stopped blinking, looking at him. That's what they are, these alphas.
Tall, ninety yards tall, muscular, broad shoulders, narrow hips and a predatory look. And it wasn't even about the body. This Hank was running me over with his inner strength, charisma, superiority. And the smell. Who the hell could have known this guy could smell like my favorite raspberry? What's a mass-destruction bomb, huh?
- Likewise, Hank, I don't know how you are by your middle name.
- Why is it so official?
- Well, you're walking in your own house in an official suit for some reason," he said without thinking. Man, you gotta keep your mouth shut. Suddenly, they have such rules here, like, to look presentable everywhere. Although...
I looked at Steph, who was standing next to me in mint home clothes.
- I'm sorry, I came here from work before I had time to change.
- Aah.
I started to lose touch with reality because I could see raspberries flying in front of my eyes...
- I'll call Daddy quickly, I'll be right back," said Stef somewhere in the distance.
Malinkaaaa.
- How do you like our world? - through the water in my ears, the question came to me. Is it just me, or was he standing further than he is now?
- Very...modern, yes. Can I get some plugs?
- What for? - his tie was getting closer for some reason. Everything seems to be floating in my eyes because of the smell.
- For the nose. It's also possible for the ears... and in the mouth," he exhaled and closed his eyes, unable to look at his fucking red tie!
After five minutes of weakness, I opened my eyes. You have to apologize for your behavior. I act like a junkie.
But it wasn't Hank in front of me anymore, it was his neck I was stuck in. And he'd be outraged, shoving me crazy, and he'd be standing there sniffing my head.
- If I'd known that such a man would smell my head, I would have washed my hair at least.
- Don't be, this guy likes everything.
- Did I say that out loud? - whispered in his neck, touching his lips and feeling his shiver. Strong hands clenched my hips.
- That's right," he rubbed his nose against my cheek. I only moved a little back and noticed the IH.
CLICKS!
Not at all manly squeaky, escaped from his hands. He, like a beast, with his purple eyes burning and fangs protruding, watched my movements. I, frankly, faded away. Even raspberries stopped looming before my eyes.
- Hank, I want you to know that your fangs came out and didn't disappear until you calmed down," Stefan walked into the room chewing carrots.
- Stefan," I whispered, tugging at him and hiding behind him like a shield, "his teeth had grown! Like a wolf, look!
- Quiet, Sviatyk, quiet.
- He wanted to eat me! Bite my cheek! - I switched to ultrasound. Stefan started laughing.
- I'm sure the cheek is the last place he wants to bite you. Come on, I'll show you your room while Hank calms down.
I ran out of the living room first. To hell with raspberry, now my favorite berry is watermelon!