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PROLOGUE
Dmitri
I gasped as a sudden wave of pain burst from my chest; gripping the sink and holding on the stop myself from falling on my face in the steamed bathroom. That only meant one thing, and even though it happened such a long time ago now, it didn't cause my conscience, or my wolf, any less pain. Our mate was at it again. The one and only man hoe and heart breaker, but all around slut Caspian.
Even though it has been half a decade, the memories are fresh in my mind; in my dreams that is. I have locked them at the back of my mind, closed and bolted along with any affectionate feelings that my soul once felt. Yes, once. As in, in the past. I am not one to be angry, I have never been one to get temperamental, and doubt I ever will be, but I spend my time with the strait and impassive line on my lips. Only seriousness and the rare anger (and when Caspian sleeps with another) pain do I claim as my hearts own.
I look at myself in the mirror over the sink- regrettably- as I grimace at the reflection that is returned to my eyes. I shall never forgive him for what he did to me, the other thing besides a broken heart, the thing that is the cause for me to constantly keep clean from mirrors. The thing that is a constant reminder of my past and why I am here at present.
All the things he has done to me and still I would jump a bullet for him if anyone ever shot at him, still at twenty years of age I remain a virgin because I could never stand the thought of hurting him through what is the tattered remains of our mating bond. Regrettably, I still love him. Shame that he will forever despise me, and so I will continue to stay away. Those feelings are in chains now, even though I shall never forget them, but sometimes things are too painful to hold on to, so as I said, they have been chained and left at the corners of my soul.
I snort in the irony of my mind. How many times I say to myself to forget, my mind always wanders back to him.
Rolling my eyes at myself I exit the bathroom, cutting through the lounge and past the kitchen and games rooms through to the gym. Checking that the main electrics are off connecting to the exercise bike and the weight lifts I head back through to the hallway, dropping my towels and underwear down the laundry chute.
Telling myself to stop overdosing the self- pity I dress in my usual attire of a navy blazer and slim cut office trousers, along with my fitted button up dress shirt and a silver/blue tie, completed by my black leather work shoes.
With a slicking of gel in my hair to get it to cooperate and a nibble of the toast later -left on the worktop by my housekeeper- later I was ready to go. To the main hall again I walked along the whole length of it, it bringing me out into the foyer of my penthouse. I shut the apartment's entrance way, locking the grand wooden double doors that sported a carved banana like moon in its smooth oak surface.
Satisfied, I made my way over to the elevator entrance, opening the doors and inserting my card key over the scanner. I then pushed the button to leave my floor, and head down to my wing of main offices on floor 45. The workers momentarily froze at the sight of me, before jumping back to motion again. Into my private office I was surprised when they was an envelope on the desk, atop of my laptop.
I looked it over, almost cautiously. I rarely ever got mail addressed to me, only to my company which were opened by one of my many secretaries'. Being CEO of the largest animal protection agency on the globe meant you got a lot of mail.
Sitting in my large leather chair at my desk, I selected my envelope knife out of my pen pot, neatly opening the seal. Pushing a thumb under the opening, I grasped the single sheet of folded paper, and my smile could have split mountains if it was any bigger as I recognised the leaning and looping feminine script.
"Hey Boyo,
Hope you haven't forgotten me because I certainly haven't forgotten you my blueberry pie. I only recognised you a couple of days ago when I was channel surfing during a hell of a load of crap TV. Anyway, they were going on about animal rights or something- because honestly I wasn't paying attention in the slightest, I was so checking out the hunky hotty that was eating up the screen. And I honestly wouldn't have recognised you if it wasn't for your eyes.
Anyway, I haven't told anyone of your identity; that is for you to think about. You need to pack the first case of clothes you can get your gay ass paws on, and get the hell over here on that fancy ass private jet of yours. It's Addie. She was ambushed on the full moon run last month by a couple of rabid rouges. She never gave up hope when you left, and has dedicated a wall in her bedroom full of pictures that she has coloured and painted of you.
She is no longer in critical care and is going to make it, but it isn't pretty and there is a possibility that she will go into depression. I think a visit from a certain big brother should clear that up. You wouldn't have to stay long, just a few days if that. I know you shall face certain demons, but you are different now boyo. I could barely recognise you through that whole layer of hot. And I know you are way more powerful than you were before.
I shall have one of the Omegas make up one of the guest rooms for you as I am expecting a friend to visit. I won't squeak about your identity Dmitri I promise. Just get you sexy ass down here and don't forget that I shall be with you the whole way. I reserved a Ferrari for you similar to the one that I saw you access on the telly at the car show room opposite the airport Mr CEO. You are welcome.
Hurry your twenty year old pampered ass down here from Florida mister. I SHALL BE WAITING!!
I really cannot wait to see you baby boyo, five years is a long time to go without your best friend, so I might hug your sanity away and be a pet koala, but their cute, right?
I love you bonnie bear,
The crazy BFF of Yours, Kylie.
Xxx "
By the time I had finished reading I was already barking orders at staff, making the office into a rabid hen house, telling my right hand guy to look after everything whilst I was gone. He gladly complied, confirming he shall keep in touch by email to tell me of the progress. I ran to my lift and then through my penthouse, chucking an armful of clothing off of my favourites rack in my walk in closet, splitting the pile in half and packing the heaps in my travel case and my large black gym bag.
I picked them both up, alongside my brief case that contained my laptop along with my bank cards and some cash. I made two phone calls, one to the airport to book my flight path and another to Rodney telling him to meet me at the airport in two hours.
Then I got in my Porsche, my butler driving, he joining myself in the car after putting the second travel case that he had packed full of clothes for Rodney.
It was only as we hit the high way did the depth of the situation dig its heels into my over worked brain. My only thought as I looked up at the darkening skyline of central Florida is: I'm going back.
I chuckled darkly when I thought of Caspian, my so called 'mate' and more officially 'Alpha' that I would be surprising there. I am going back to see old tormentors, but now I have enough power to kill them all. I guess I'll be seeing you Caspian.
