Dr. Nicca James Alfarone

I snuggled deep into the familiar warmth, my eyebrows furrowing in the throes of sleep when I realized that the warmth was actually the imprint left on the bed and not the actual person. "Mikhail?" I murmured, my eyes cracking open as I winced, the sunlight hurting my pupils. "Where are you?" I raised an eyebrow as my eyes settled upon his huddled stature at the edge of the bed, his chin in his hands as he appeared to be thinking. "What's wrong?" I took in the look of fear on his face as he stared at nothing. He didn't answer me. "Mikhail?" I sat up.

"У моей пачки негде жить."

Since it was still the wee hours of morning, my brain wasn't cooperating with me, hence the reason why I couldn't translate what he was saying. I could feel his worry and his fear running through our bond and I couldn't figure out why. What he was so scared about?

"Um, run that by me again, baby." I murmured, running a hand through my tousled hair. I was sated and I was content. I was thoroughly fucked and my body was met with all of its needs. God bless Mikhail Baranov. I love that man with every piece of me. Suddenly, Mikhail stomped up, his biceps flexed as his jaw was clenched, his hands following suit. He turned around to face me, pupils stark black as his canines were bared. I could feel rage running through his mind, but it wasn't directed at me. More to himself?

"My pack doesn't have a fucking home to go to!" He raged. "This place is only temporary! What kind of Alpha am I if I haven't even thought about those kind of things? Бог чертовски чертовски это!" He yelled and I couldn't stop myself from smirking like an idiot. "What are you so worried about?" I chuckled, standing up. "The hell do you mean, Nicca?!" He whirled around on me, his eyes facing mine. "This is everything to worry about! I'm about to become an Alpha of one of the biggest packs in Russia and I не сделали дерьма, чтобы помочь им!" He ran a hand over his face and I kept smirking like this was a comedy show. I didn't understand a word he was saying but I could tell they were curse words and nothing made me grin even harder. He was so cute, so so cute.

"Mate, why the hell are you smiling at me? I'm being serious." He let out a loud sigh and I rolled my eyes. "We are mates, right Misha?" I waved a hand at him and he scoffed, annoyed. "Yes. Your mark bears my name." He shrugged and I stared at him like he was an idiot. My mark indeed did say 'MNB', which stood for Mikhail's initials. "Well then." I muttered. "Since I am your lovely mate and I know about all of your problems before you even know about them," I began, ignoring the look of confusion he shot me. "Since I knew this place was only for a little while," I walked over to him slowly. "I took it up on myself to find you a better place to live." I finished, leaving out the important parts.

"Какие?" Mikhail stared at me wide eyed, like I was the knight in shining armour who had just come to save him, the damsel in distress. Oh, how the roles have reversed. "What are you talking about, Nicca? Are you lying to me?" He narrowed his eyes and I sighed, exasperated. "Mikhail, my family has an empty mansion not too far from my parent's house. They actually gave it to me when I turned twenty one to start my family in but as you can see, I'm old now." I joked. "You aren't that old Nicca." I shrugged. "You have no choice but to say that. You're mated to me." I muttered, slightly insecurity over the huge age gap settling in. I was six years older then Mikhail and I saw it everyday I talked to him.

I had already had my life together while he was still starting out. He was much mature than me in the majority of the aspects. While I was older, I still had the mindset of a prepubescent child. I was still immature and he spoke well with manners and etiquette, like he was raised by eighty year old diplomats. We were so close yet so far apart and I noticed it every single day.

"Nicca," He growled, his tone straying warningly. "You might be older than me," He cupped my face in his hands. "But I still love every part of you the same." He kissed my forehead. "There's no need to be ashamed of your age. I personally think it's hot." He winked at me and I giggled, all of my hostile thoughts vanishing into thin air. "That's the beautiful smile I love to see." Mikhail caressed my cheek with his thumb as he grinned down at me. Just to think that a few short months ago, I had no idea he even existed. I had no idea of the supernatural world. I had no idea about any of the things he did.

But now, it's hard to believe that I was living a life without him. It's hard to believe that we both existed in two different worlds on two different continents. It's hard to believe because now, I can't imagine how life would be without him. "Now what is this you said about giving a mansion to my pack?" I saw a faint redness on his cheeks which meant he probably read my thoughts. "Yes." I cleared my throat. "It's really big, huge in fact. It could house like 20 families in it." I wasn't exaggerating. My father's family had rebuilt that house over time because it has been handed down from generation to generation, built for a royal family.

My thoughts were cut off when arms snaked around my waist. "What?" I found myself being lifted up off of the ground and I wrapped my thighs around Mikhail. "я люблю тебя, Nicca." My heart soared through the fucking roof at the sound of his deep, husky voice uttering those words. "I love you so fucking much, I can't even put into words how much I love you." He inhaled my scent deeply and I squeezed his neck, butterflies flying around in my stomach as I fought the urge to grin. "Me too, Misha." I rubbed his hair, savoring the moment. "Me too."

We sat in silence, savoring the scents of each other as we held one another, taking a mental picture of this moment. This was something that I wanted to always remember, even if it was really cheesy. Looking down at Mikhail's godly features, a part of me somehow thanks Steve for coming into my life.

"Hey, little mate." I heard deep tinges of Russian coming through my ears and I leaned back to look at Mikhail's face. "Yes?" I bit my lip unconsciously and Mikhail's eyes zeroed in on the action. "If you don't want me to take you again like I did last night, I suggest you don't do that." His voice was so dark and full of a low timbre, it was so erotic. "The full moon is still at its peak, so Amadeo is still on edge." His hazel eyes locked with mine and I had to thank the gods and goddesses for blessing me with such a sexy man.

He chuckled, my thoughts merging with his once again. I had to learn how to control my thoughts but I was too mesmerized by his perfect smile. All of this for little ol' me? Yes please. "Do you think you'll forgive my brother?" He asked and I was startled. "Forgive Nikolai?" I sputtered and he nodded slowly. It wasn't that I didn't want to forgive him but it was as if I already did. Raymond DiCaprio was dead as well as Emiliano Capaldi. He didn't physically force himself on me. He didn't attack me or attack Mikhail that night in the forest. He merely accepted the punishment that Mikhail gave him.

He was merely a broken person, clearly hung upon on this Trace guy. I know what it's like to be hung up on someone you love. "I have nothing against him. Sure, it'll take time for me to come around but I do forgive him. I just can't see myself being his friend yet." I shrugged casually, roping my arms around his neck. Mikhail nodded, pleased with my answer. "What about you?" He looked taken aback by my question but it had to be done. "You're going to talk it over with Nikolai, right? I'm sure there's more than what he's telling." He sighed and huffed loudly but it was mentally promised that he would get a surprise if he attempted to talk to his brother.

"When is your birthday, Misha?" I questioned. When we first mated, I got all of his life in milliseconds. It felt as if I was watching in on every single memory but I didn't get the basic facts like his favorite color or favorite animal. "Oh? I didn't tell you?" His eyebrows raised in surprise.

"I was born November 1st, 1994." He stated and I nodded. His was before mine so there wasn't much I could do about that. Mine was December 16th, not too far from his. "I'll just have to get you a late birthday present." I grinned, already coming up with ways to wrap myself up in little bows. "I'd love that, little mate." I winked at him, loving how we could just sit here and stare into each other's eyes. It was like we were nearing the end of a mystery filled romance novel and all of the clues were finally coming together and now it was time for the happily ever after that everyone was granted.

"It's crazy, huh Misha?" It had been so little time but can you blame me for giving my heart to this man who saved my life? "It is, but I'm happy I found you, Nicca." Mikhail smiled softly, burying his face in my chest. "You do know we are having a mating ceremony, correct?" He muttered and I nodded. "Svetlana told me all about it. We can have it once we move into the new house." I waved a hand at him. "You know what it consists of, right?" I huffed, once again. "Yes, Mikhail. We're going to have mind blowing sex in front of your pack members so they can witness a bond being formed under the light of a full moon between a full Alpha and his chosen Luna." I narrowed my eyes as words belted off of my tongue sarcastically. "I knew what I was getting into when I decided that I was attracted to you." I confessed. "No need to worry." I felt uneasiness spike up the bond we shared and I squashed it immediately. He worried his pretty little head over the simplest of things. "You got me, Mikhail. I'll take on your problems as my own." I leaned down and kissed his forehead. He was content and happy and that was all I wanted. His happiness was my happiness, as corny as it sounded.

Then a fierce sound pierced the quiet air, much like the sound of a pin dropping.

I hissed in annoyance, our series of moments being ruined by that annoying gadget. "Who is that calling me?" I inquired, hearing my phone vibrating from under the bed sheets. "I don't know." Mikhail let me down immediately. "Go see." I ran over to the bed, spotting where it was moving and I peeled off the blankets, picking up my phone. "It's my dad. I wonder what he wants." I answered the call, greeting Nicolai Alfarone II.

"Hey dad." I murmured and he chuckled. "Long time, no see son." He sounded happy to see me and I was suspicious. "What's with the call? You never call me unless it's important and I can't think of anything right now that you would need." I narrowed my eyes once again. There was nothing that I would deem important enough for him to call me while I was away. "I am calling because it is time and you are ready." I tilted my head, knowing he couldn't see it. "Time for what?" My heart began to thunder in my chest as sweat formed along my hairline. His next words would soon change my life, every single aspect of my life.

"It is time to commence your initiation as heir to the Alfarone family."