Dr. Nicca James Alfarone

"У вас есть около десяти секунд, чтобы рассказать мне, что, черт возьми, вы здесь делаете, прежде чем я разорву вас на клочки!" Mikhail snarled and I could see the traces of his red hair beginning to sprout out from underneath his skin (You have about ten seconds to tell me what the fuck you're doing here before I rip you to shreds). He was mad as hell, that was clear as day and I had to calm him down so we could be rational about this situation. I didn't know what to think or what to do because it felt like there was some deeper animosity than what I was seeing.

"Mikhail..." I reached a tentative hand up to his shoulder, hoping to calm some of his rage. "Nikolai, why are you here?" I asked with a soft tone, still wary of him. He was one of my rapists and I wasn't too sure if I would ever get over that. I just wanted to know why he decided to show up after all this time, even after Mikhail told him to never come around us ever again. Things were peaceful but once he showed up, it just reminded of all of the bad memories I've had with Steve and thinking about how he was the one for me.

Sorry. Raymond.

"I'm actually here for you, Nicca." My head snapped up to his piercing blue eyes that were filled with remorse and guilt. Just what the fuck did he have to feel guilty about? What in the hell did he have to feel remorse for because it surely wasn't me. "What business do you have with my mate, Nikolai?" Mikhail snapped, sniffing the air to see if he could tell what traces of emotions his brother wore on his fur and judging by the confused look he bore on that sexy face of his, Nikolai had none, which made me wonder just what he had to say. "Nicca..." Mikhail let out a warning whine, as if he didn't want me to even partake in this conversation but I wanted to know what he wanted. After all, he interrupted our time for this.

"What do you want from me?" I raised an eyebrow at him and he stepped in, shutting the door behind. I stood next to Mikhail, his arm still wrapped tightly around me as I looked at him, awaiting for his next words while we stood in silence. Then he spoke. "Извините Nicca." Nikolai whispered in a low voice, tucking his head low much like a dog would when it was scolded (I'm sorry). "For?" I motioned for him to continue, feeling Mikhail's heat seeping into my body and it calmed me. "The whole incident with Raymond and Emiliano. That was something that should have never happened." He ran a hand through his hair. Yeah, but it did anyway. "Anyway, I just came to tell you that when you found out that three people had you know," He didn't want to say it but I knew what he meant.

"I didn't actually rape you." He confessed, a shudder evident in his tone. "I didn't go that far. I just put my stuff in a cup and gave it to Raymond." I narrowed my eyes in disgust. Like that was less disturbing. "My whole mindset was to taint you because I knew Mikhail could smell my scent but it didn't work and I wasn't going to try harder." Nikolai explained and I folded my arms, wondering why he even felt the need to tell me. It wasn't his fault that I just so happened to meet Raymond that day. It wasn't his fault that I so happened to fall madly for Raymond, thinking that he was the one for me, that he was it and I needed to be happy. It wasn't his fault that I fell right into his trap.

It was his fault though because he did help take advantage of me when I was under the influence, whether he liked to believe it or not. I wasn't sure of how to go about this situation because I wasn't mad at him. The person I was mad at was dead and currently rotting away in a forest. Someone named Raymond DiCaprio.

"So why did you do it anyway?" I questioned. "You knew it was going to work anyway. Why become apart of a plan with someone else, knowing that you could destroy everything that you possibly have?" I tilted my head, getting a better look at his face, so full of distraught and sadness. I wanted to feel empathetic for him but in reality, I felt nothing. "In my mind, I had it set that I wanted to destroy Mikhail's relationship with you, just so he could feel the pain I feel. Looking back now, I regret it deeply." He muttered, obviously feeling stupid about that plan. I could tell he was truly sorry for his actions but it didn't excuse the fact that he did it anyway. I felt Mikhail go still and rigid for a few seconds before he exploded, fury in my ears.

"Сколько раз я должен сказать вам, брат?!" Mikhail's words were laced with spite as he held back his wolf that was raging to come out (How many times must I tell you brother). "It is not and it never will be my fault for what happened to Trace! If you want to blame someone here, blame yourself!" He seethed, his blood bubbling as his veins became apparent on the sides of his head. Nikolai's eyes darkened but he said nothing. He just stared at us like he had lost everything. "Instead of trying to fix everything and move on, you're stuck in the past and you're never going to be able to get over anything if you keep finding excuses." Mikhail folded his arms, his voice at a normal level now. "I have no idea who this Trace is, but it's obviously someone important to you." I started, feeling a little sorry for Nikolai despite everything he did. I didn't want to hate someone who I knew Mikhail deemed as important to him, even with the things he did, the pain he caused. "Why don't you try repairing whatever it is that you did to this person instead of destroying the one relationship that could help you in the long run?" I offered, thinking of the brotherly relationship they could've had. 

Nikolai stared at me for what seemed to be forever before a small smile broke out on his face. "...I think I'll try that." He whispered before reaching out a shaky hand to me. I looked down at it before looking back at him. "...sure." I muttered before I shook his hand lightly, a sound of annoyance being uttered from Mikhail's lips. I wished him good luck before he left the room, feeling a little better about myself and the situation. I didn't hate Nikolai. I just hated the choices he made because of his emotions. Somewhere along the way, things would be repaired.

"Who is Trace?" I asked Mikhail once Nikolai left, the atmosphere tense and barren. It was quiet before Mikhail spoke, a sigh evident in his tone. "Trace Kedyanin is our pack warrior. He is also Nikolai's mate." He explained and I raised an eyebrow. "So why is Nikolai moping about him?" I questioned and Mikhail shrugged. "It's not my place to tell but know this. You remember seeing that burnt house next to ours?" He motioned out the window and I nodded, thinking of a really big and burned down house that seemed like it was really important because it was still there. "Yeah. I remember seeing a man there." I recalled a tall stature with dark hair. "He was crouching down and he was talking to something, I don't know what it was." I shrugged and Mikhail let out a harsh breath. "That was most likely Trace. He's just honoring his parents." And he left it at that and I pondered just what happened between Trace and Nikolai but it wasn't my story to tell or to find out.

I could sense that Mikhail was apprehensive as he placed his elbows on his knees in a thinking position. I didn't like seeing him so worked up and intrusive. It wasn't like him. 'Nikolai, just what did you do?' I thought in my mind. He seemed like an okay person to be around when he wasn't speaking so I was a little curious on just what could the man have possibly done in his past life to make everyone dislike him, even his own brother? If I had met him in a different way, surely I would think different of him. "Nicca." I heard someone growl my name and I snapped my head up to see Mikhail staring at me, his eyes glazed over as his pupils dilated, exposing the blackness to me. His nostrils were flaring as his cheeks turned red. His jaw was clenched as he squeezed his hands into fists, his red eyes, now black glaring down at me as he bared his teeth. "Um, Mikhail. What's wr-" I went to say something but he cut me off with a fierce snarl. "What the fuck do you think you're doing thinking about my fucking brother?!"

"Huh..." I stared dumbly at him, not sure of what to say. He caught me off guard and the look he was giving me pushed me to the edge. "Aw, mate." I raised an eyebrow, using his own words against him as I placed a hand on my hip. "No need to be jealous love." I winked at him, watching as his eyes trailed my body from head to toe. I decided to up it a bit and I took off my shirt, hissing when the cold air met my skin. "Damn, is it cold." I whispered and I smirked evilly, throwing it somewhere else. I was in nothing but a pair of shorts and boxers and I stood a few feet in front of Mikhail, his intense gaze on me. "So why don't you warm me up, Misha?" I winked.

"Nicca," Mikhail growled out in a husky voice, tinged with his Russian accent and enticed with the deepness of his tone, fuck me if it wasn't the best thing to hear all day. "Don't do things you aren't prepared to handle." He commanded in a dark tone, his nostrils flaring as his eyes flashed a pitch black, a sign of intensified lust. I opened my mouth slightly, a sign that I was going to challenge him. Just who did he think he was? "And just what is it that I can't handle," I raised an eyebrow, biting my lip. "Mr. Baranov?" I narrowed my eyes at him and that was all it took for the beast to unleash.

He released a low growl, his jaw clenched as he stood tall and proud, his muscles flexed in that beautiful glory. He stalked over to me in one stride and in two seconds, his thick arms were wrapped around my waist once again as he pulled me tight against his tanned chest. "Love." He murmured lowly and I looked up, a blush on my face. His usual cold eyes were now a glimmering hazel as he stared down at me, a smirk on his face. "I'm about to show you, just what it is that you can't handle." Then he slammed his lips down on me, teeth colliding in a hot frenzy as I grasped at his body, needing to touch him. I craved his touch on me and I craved him inside of me. He was burning me with every kiss, every flick of his tongue. I needed more. We pulled away for air, the mood set once again as he laid his fierce gaze on me, not intending to let me go at all. His arms around me tightened as we made our to the bed, our eyes never leaving each other. The look he gave me, told me that this would be a night I would learn. A night I would never forget.

"Now, where were we?"