A L P H A A L E X E I is a feared name, whispered many times by frightened children. But he's respected, others kiss up to him and his word is valued upon.
C A T H E R I N E disowned and without a last name. Shunned by the werewolf community...
"She has this little diary that she writes into, I've never asked her what it is. Never asked her why. Sometimes I notice her cry as she writes into it, I don't think she notices her own teardrops. She's intriguing. She's a mystery. She's the drop of sin that I want to indulge in, the end of anything good in me. I want to get drunk by the soft taste of her lips and addicted to her sweet whispers in my ear. The sound of her voice. You won't understand, you'll never understand what she's to me," - Alexei.
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Dark black, silky mop of hair and golden tan skin contrasting to the white duvet was the first thing Cat saw.
Although he was statued on the other side and far away from her, Alexei was sharing the bed with her.
She had expected him to sleep either in the living room or his study, he had surprised her.
She stayed in bed for a few more minutes, watching him for the first time be in peace.
Soon she was up, brushing her teeth, and in the shower. Before Alexei could woke up, she wrapped herself in a pink, silk robe and went to the kitchen.
Later, Cat was sipping her coffee in the kitchen, her breakfast on the marble countertop, when Alexei strolled in.
The tv was on as a background noise, her favorite candles were lit and she had cleaned up the living room.
Nonetheless she was very very bored.
But she soon realized four things as Alexei opened the fridge, his back to her.
First, he was shirtless.
Second, his hair was messy.
Third, he was shirtless.
Fourth, he looked really sexy with the I woke up like this look.
Mama Mia.
His sweatpants hung low, the Calvin Klein band showing.
Cat quickly straightened herself up as she realized she had been staring for a while.
But Alexei didn't pay any attention to her, he was focused on cooking.
Curiously, Cat watched him make his breakfast as she had never ever dated or met any man who knew how to cook.
Balancing two plates on one hand and a glass of water on the other, he slid onto the chair opposite from her.
Never once did he look up at her until she cleared her throat.
"Is there anything for me to do?" Cat spoke. Slowly Alexei raised his head as he cleared his throat and dabbed his mouth with a napkin.
