Chapter 54
“But then he’ll shoot you,” Donal wailed.
“A wolf can take a bullet, change forms and the bullet is expelled. You can’t,” Grigory scolded.
“Okay…” Donal bowed to Grigory’s authority.
Colin waved. He had a deadline, Kane had to go back to school, Sean was working on a pot, and Ian was giving and estimate. Donal needed to find something to do too. Maybe I can get my GED. When I was a kid, I dreamt of Juilliard or Emerson in Boston. If my mind is no longer fogged by drugs, and Alexei’s pheromones really restore my health, maybe that is no longer a fantasy.Donal smiled. Alexei is making all of my dreams come true, even ones I no longer thought I had. When he touches me, I get hard and needy, not repulsed. He’s right. There is a difference between sex and making love. 11
Alexei’s townhouse
Late afternoon
“You’re home, I was worried about you.” Donal got up from his seat in the study and ran up to Alexei, throwing himself into his fiancé’s arms.
“I went out to do some birthday shopping, little mouse. You didn’t give me much notice that your birthday was tomorrow. I also had to write up our wedding announcement for the society pages. Because I am on the board of Garou, it’s expected. I have to talk to you about that. Let’s have our tea. Grigory, call and tell Vasily to come down. We’ll meet in the family dining room. We have to talk about what may happen next.”
Grigory nodded and left the room. “Come, you must be hungry.”
“I am, although it feels like I just finished lunch.”
Katya came up to the library with sandwiches, and an array of Russian desserts Prague Cake, a four-layer chocolate cake with a cocoa frosting; bird’s milk cake, and Donal’s favorite cream cakes. It looks like I’m not the only one in this household with a sweet tooth.Donal ate one of each kind of sandwich and a piece of each of the pastry delicacies. Despite the sheer amount of food, Donal managed to eat more than he thought was his share.
“Tomorrow, I serve prime rib with horseradish sauce, shrimp and grits, mashed potatoes, green beans, candied yams, and salad with blue cheese dressing. I make rye and pumpernickel bread along with French baguettes.” Katya waited for her praise.
“That sounds wonderful, Katya. It’s been a long time since I had prime rib. I’ve never had shrimp and grits, but if you make them, I’m sure I’ll love them.” Donal kissed her on the cheek.
Katya smiled. “Katya make good cake for birthday. Make little one for Boris as test. He eat whole thing. Have to make three layers and three cakes. Loup garou can eat. I go to prepare dinner. Tonight I make lasagna.” She turned and took the elevator down to her domain.
“Wow, is Julio going to be impressed. He’s used to eating the dollar meals at McDonalds.” Donal laughed.
“I’m giving him enough of an allowance that McDonalds won’t be necessary anymore.”
Donal’s eyes filled up. “Thank you for being so good to my friend.”
Alexei shrugged. “It’s easy to be good to Julio. He was good to you. We need to talk.”
Donal appeared stricken. “I haven’t done anything wrong, have I? Have I made trouble for you?”
Alexei ruffled Donal’s hair. “No, little mouse, you are never any trouble. Come, we’ll talk over good food.”
It wasn’t too soon before it was time to eat again. Donal’s knew his metabolism was running high and he was underweight to start. Because of this Katya keep pushing food so he could mate successfully with Alexei. They went down the stairs and came into the first floor family dining room. Katya was already putting food on the table as Alexei and Donal sat. Grigory and Vasily waited for Alexei and Donal to be served before they filled their own plate.
“As I said, I wrote up the wedding announcement today, but I’m not having the Timesprint the announcement until the day of the wedding.”
“Why?” Donal asked, confused.
“Once your parents see the announcement in the paper, they will probably show up to try and take advantage of you. I won’t let them. Grigory is going to be constantly by your side. Arthur McConnell will suffer serious business loses. I have Armand’s permission to ruin him.”
“You’re right about the newspaper. My mother reads the society pages. I heard neighbors call them social climbers. I know nothing about them now. I don’t even know if she ever looked for me.” Donal surreptitiously wiped away a tear.