*Poppy*Logan's grip tightened, and a low, almost inaudible growl escaped from his chest as if the new arrival was already getting on his nerves. His possessiveness surprised me, but I didn't dare to tell him to behave."Oh, yeah. This is going to be one hell of a Christmas." The man agreed happily with Albert, and he began to hiss in pain after a while."Ouch. What's that for?" The man became indignant, assuming the tone of a sulking child."Language, dear boy. Language. You are in the presence of children and ladies. Don't forget your manners, or I will teach them again. Do you want that?" Sybilla turned to the man like a mother disciplining a small child.I didn't see the scene because my nose was almost painfully pressed into Logan's torso, and his previously vibrating chest began to bounce with the intensity of his laughter."It was better than any gift; I wish I had recorded it," he commented, still not breaking the pressure, pushing my nose deeper into his body."Logan. Logan,
*Logan*Gunnar activated when he sensed Andrew's presence, knowing exactly how his damn beauty affected the opposite sex. His possessiveness overtook him and forced me to hug Poppy and release pheromones, warning any man not to approach our mate.'Stop it, you idiot, or someone will discover our secret. You don't want Poppy to find out like that, do you?' I scolded Gunnar, who didn't care about the consequences of his actions.His sulking face remained in my head throughout the dinner, during which not only Andrew, Azize, and Amara noticed our extremely intense possessiveness, but Albert also began to look at me inquisitively.For a whole hour, I sat like a stiff board, holding the cutlery in an iron grip, forcing myself to keep my distance from Poppy and Gemma sitting next to me while each of the men at the table chatted or flirted with her awkwardly.'I don't care; one more sweet look, a compliment, or a wink, and I'll tear off their glowing eyes and make a string of pearls out of t
*Poppy*"What a crazy shit. I didn't think such scumbags were still walking around the earth unpunished. Damn, girl, you have balls. Luna's law, wow. I've never heard of a woman who would dare to question Alpha's authority in court, let alone challenge him to a duel. That is the highest level of bravery. " Azize praised my actions after I've spent the last thirty minutes telling them why we were here.They both looked like top-notch badasses, so it was an honor to hear such compliments from them. Amara winked at me as she sipped a glass of dry chardonnay, which turned out to be a mixture of AB blood types."I'd like to see a little fairy knocking down a giant beast. You're truly a brave woman, Poppy. I know that you must feel a lot of pressure on your shoulders, but as Azize said, I think you're the first one who has a chance to kick that chauvinist pig's ass and show them that we girls are not afraid to fight for our rights." Amara added, patting my knee before she realized what she
*Poppy*This was not what I expected when Azize told me about their noble but hidden organization to save women from the hands of their abusers. Firstly, I didn't think that vampires could do good, and secondly, I was surprised by the scope of their activities, covering almost the entire continent.I looked around the building Azize had taken me to. It was almost no different from the hospital. All the hay was white, and floral decorations were visible here and there. In a few spots, the decorations resembled beautiful bark cut from a huge old oak tree lined with moss, giving the area a pleasant scent.I felt calm and relaxed, which is probably why such accents were placed when arranging the place. Nature always helps us relax and feel at home, especially us shapeshifters for whom nature is a refuge, freedom, and life."There are psychotherapy workshops there; in the next room, there are relaxation classes, and at the end of the corridor, there are painting workshops. Our redhead stay
*Poppy*Step by step, I slowly approached the scared girl. My heart pounded, and Iris looked inquisitively at this little huddled creature. She didn't say anything, but I sensed that Iris was trying to remember something that would make us understand this strange need to protect her.I tried not to make any noise, although my footsteps echoed off the walls, so the girl knew she was not alone in the room. Her rose scent grew stronger with every inch, and her storm of red curls resembled crimson up close in the glow of the lighting."Don't trust anyone. No one."She repeated like a mantra in a quiet, slightly tearful voice."Go to the Moon. To the Pope."Her words rang out louder and more precisely, though she cut them off at the end as if her whisper was turning into silence. I watched her carefully, trying to assess the situation. Azzize said she held her backpack to her chest, but what if she had some weapon on her? I tried to see through her red curls, but they were so thick that it
*Poppy*The fall caused my head to hit the marble floor, disabling me for several seconds. Everything seemed to freeze before my body regained consciousness and began to react to the attack.Automatically, Iris began to growl, trying to break away from the screaming girl clenching around my chest like a vine. I tried to pry her arms off me, potentially causing her as little harm as possible. After all, it was just a tiny little human girl facing off against a werewolf.I quickly managed to loosen her arms, escape her, and reverse our situation. I put my arms under her armpits and clasped my hands behind the back of her head, wrapping my legs around her waist, pressing myself to the floor, immobilizing her."Calm down," I tried to reach out to her, but her howls turned into sobs that shook her body. "You're in no danger. I am not going to hurt you. Calm down!" I raised my voice but tried to sound calm and not aggressive.Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed that Azize had entered the
*Logan*I sat in a chair and held a sleeping Gemma. I stared at her beautiful, rosy cheeks and couldn't help but smile at her. Her sweaty blonde hair stuck to her neck, and I gently brushed it back. She was tired of running after vampires who were much faster than her, but she didn't give up until she almost collapsed from exhaustion.I never thought that watching someone else's baby would awaken a fatherly instinct in me. I knew she was special when I saw her confidently sparring with me at the tournament. But I never imagined I would bond with her so quickly and deeply that I would consider her my own.'That's my girl.' Gunnar confessed proudly, staring at the little one with adoration and pride.'Yeah. You mean OUR girl.' I affirmed and emphasized that she was not exclusive.Gunnar rolled his eyes but agreed. Gemma sighed deeply and snuggled into my chest, purring like a contented little kitten; they remind me of her own mother, who also makes similar sounds when she is happy. I la
*Logan*I lay in my bed, propped up on the pillow that smelled of apple pie, and watched both my girls sleeping, curled on the massive bed, holding each other's hands. An intensely red, warm quilt with Christmas gift patterns shines in your eyes like the glow of a burning fire in the fireplace. Vampires know no moderation in decorating, playing, eating, drinking, or in life in general. Their fortunes are always countless, their estates are exaggerated, and their tastes are tacky, starkly contrasting to my simple, balanced life.My quarters in Andrew's grand mansion remained consistent, always the smallest yet still resembling a luxurious suite. However, they eschewed the use of gold embellishments, Persian rugs, and furniture from the Baroque era. I appreciate simplicity, but they went overboard in adorning my room, leaving it resembling the epitome of a picturesque scene from a Christmas magazine.'What's wrong with the decorations? It's Christmas.' Gunnar reminded me while making h