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A bombardment of questions flung Dimitri's way as soon as he set foot inside his home.

"Breakfast, honey?"

Anyone can tell who that came from, it was an easy guess. Moms are always about feeding their kids even if the said kids are vampires and don't need much food. Who was Dima to stop his mom from doing so?

"Sure, mom."

"Devil knows those animals wouldn't be feeding you good" were the words Sonja mumbled under her breath as she walked towards the kitchen.

Dima would be lying if he said he wasn't developing a headache because of all the bullshit surrounding him.

"What is the report? Please update me on everything in detail. What happened? How did it happen? Despite having the best patrolling teams out there, how the group of rogues infiltrated their pack?"

The question came from his dad. Dima could have bet on his life that Lance was itching to ask it throughout the breakfast but waited till they finished. Even his dad wouldn't dare to speak in the middle of their breakfast about business in Sonja's presence. His mother wasn't scary per se. In fact, it's the opposite. OK, that's a lie because she scared them with her glare and wooden spatula sometimes. However, Dimitri would still say that his mother was the sweetest woman you will ever have the privilege to meet. Funny thing that the same S that 'sweet' starts with, 'sarcasm' starts with the same S too. Sonja was well equipped with both. In bulk. His dad was afraid that if he spoke at the dining table about business, she'd choke him to death with sarcasm or worse, she might let lose a disappointed sigh. There isn't a sin worse if your mother or wife or daughter or any other important woman in your life is disappointed in you.

“Dima?”

Dima can hear the impatience in his dad's voice as he himself kept quiet. He fucked up. He had no answer. He wish he was a bratty and could answer with ‘Which report? What is a report?’ He was not a brat though, so he cleared his throat before mustering up the dumbest response - "I can't...I mean I have half the reports."

"Half the reports?" Lance looked rather scary with one brow raised and a scowl covering his face.

"Yes because Chris...their Alpha wasn't well. He wasn't in any condition to speak." However, he was totally in condition to lip-lock with me and even that he DIDN'T DO! The idiot! "I have reports from the beta though."

"Well, what are you waiting for then?"

Briefing his father on all the information he had gathered at Chris' pack, Dima announced that he was retiring to his room. The past few days have taken a toll on him.

Don't let Chris hear that or 'retiring to my room,' you are already an old man in his opinion.

Dima snorted at the thought that ran through his mind. He was in deep shit for he couldn't get the man out of his mind even when Dima was mad at him. He shook his head as if it would help him get rid of the Alpha's thoughts and walked away.

Dima's dad wouldn't be his dad if he didn't have something to say exactly before the young vampire was going to his room, especially when he was on the stairs.

"Dima."

"I know. I know that I reek of werewolves especially Chris. That's because I was with him right before I left trying to go to the bottom of the breach story. I also know that you hate them and probably do not like the smell sticking to me, I don't either. I'll go take a bath."

And again, his dad wouldn't be his dad if he didn't have the last say. He often wonders whether his father waits for him to be at the last step of the stair to throw him off the grid. The declaration this time was bolder and blunter than usual. "This time you reek of sex too."

"Well, not like it is your business when I go have some fun, but I took a detour before coming here." The words were not said; they were shouted. After that, Dima ran fast to his room. A little lie won't hurt anyone because he was sure that the head of the Putin family would not appreciate the truth that his son got aroused because of a werewolf out of the species out there. It happened right before they had said their goodbyes. The nurse had come to change the bandages on Chris' torso. She removed the covers from his body and all those abs and hard muscles were on display. It was not right to drool over an injured man but he could not control his brain or dick when it comes to the Alpha wolf.

Shutting the door to his room, Dimitri stood against it and took deep breaths. Sometimes, his dad makes him want to pull his hair out. What does he do when that happens? Instead of his hair, he pulls out his duvet and takes a well-deserved nap.

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Lance shouting his name woke Dima up. Picking up the digital clock kept on his nightstand, he checked the time. 2:03 PM. Damn! It's been over three hours since I fell asleep. Yawning, he got up and went to cater to his dad's orders. He found his dad standing along with his mom, both of them looking ready to go somewhere with Sonja wearing a dress and Lance a button-up.

"What is it?"

"We are going out; date night."

Dimitri almost forgot about that; every once in a while, his parents went to dates and it was one of those days. Sonja had mentioned it during breakfast.

"Ah, yes! I don't feel like going out tonight, so you'd find me here when you come back."

Nodding in understanding, both of them left after kissing their son on the cheek.

Going back to his bedroom, Dima took hold of his phone, went back downstairs and to the kitchen. Opening the refrigerator, he pulled out a bottle of blood and carried it with him to the living room. Turning on the TV, he settled for an episode of Teen Wolf. The irony? yes. Did he care? No. Moreover, the show was a blast. Every time he watched Alpha wolf Scott get beaten, satisfaction filled his veins. And who would believe that he got beaten every time there was a fight, much to Dimitri's enjoyment?! Even the human, Stiles was better than Scott's pathetic ass as per his opinion. Stiles was smart and brave and he had the hottest woman - Lydia. Pity that the show had no vampires.

A buzz from his phone distracted him from the show. Taking a sip from the glass of blood, he grabbed the phone in his free hand.

Chris🐶: How long will you be like this?

Dimitri: Forever.

Chris🐶: Stop fooling yourself. The reason you hate werewolves might be a big one for you to behave like this. This demon will help you chase away your demons.

Dimitri: That was disgustingly cheesy.

Chris🐶: Don't care. It's you, so I can be myself even if I am disgustingly cheesy.

Dimitri: Sap!

Chris🐶: Only for you.

Dimitri: Ugh! Stop being annoying.

Chris🐶: That's called flirting!

Dimitri: Yes, and flirting is annoying.

Chris🐶: I am gonna continue being annoying for the rest of our lives.

Dimitri: What is that, a wedding vow? *Rolling eyes*

Chris🐶: So, there is going to be a wedding. *Smiling dorkily*

Dima couldn't help but smile at Chris' text; to imagine him smiling like a dork was quite funny and cute.

Dimitri: Come to the point.

Chris🐶: What will it take for you to forgive me?

Dimitri: Nothing.

Chris🐶: 1) Dimaaaa *whining*

2) Dima *glaring*

3) Dima *tiredly sighing*

4) Dima *giving puppy eyes

and pouting*

5) Dima *warning*

You can choose any of the above five expressions but there is a catch. The catch is that you have to choose the one that makes you tell me what you want me to do to gain your forgiveness.

Dimitri: Fucking smart-mouthed rascal.

Chris🐶: Tell meeeeeee.

Dimitri: You are the one who wants to be forgiven, right? Figure out a way yourself. I am gonna go back to my paperwork. Bye.

Chris🐶: Bye, honey. I'll be home soon.

Dima's naughty streak awakened somehow at this point and Chris saw it for the first time that day.

Dimitri: I've got an extremely annoying wifey.

There were laughs at both ends after the text got delivered and seen.

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Two days and not a peep from Chris. Frustration gripped Dima as he felt himself getting frustrated, and over what? Because Chris didn't call or text him? He could have texted the werewolf first, but he didn't. Men and their egos but it wasn't ego either. There was no ego problem, not even the slightest; there was just a part of him that stopped him every time he scrolled through his contact list. His thumb hovered over Chris' name, freezing right before it could touch the screen.

Today, his parents were not at home to distract him as they did unknowingly the last two painful days. They went out to some coven in another state for some business that Dima didn't bother to ask about. He was left to himself and was lounging in the living room peacefully but since these were 'Fuck Dima sideways' days, his peace was disturbed. People get saved by the bell and Dimitri gets disturbed by the bell.

"I AM COMING," Dimitri yelled at the agitator who had rung the doorbell.

He opened the door and standing there was Chris....in a Victorian coat?

In a Victorian coat. And Dima doubled over laughing right then and there.

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