The Human Bride

Chapter 13

Soren didn’t waist anytime trying to get to Rosalind. He would do anything to protect her. Mikhail was hot on his toes, not that Soren ever noticed he was to busy worrying about little Rosie. When they got to the room the door was completely decimated, splinters and chunks of wood littered the floor both in hall and in the bedroom. Theodus was stood in there with his hand around Noahs neck, his nails digging into Noahs’ skin. Noah was clawing at Theodus’ arm in an attempt to be released.

“Didn’t realise you liked picking on children, brother” Mikhail said with venom dripping from every word. Theodus’ head shot round to see his little brother and the estates guard dog. He dropped Noah on the floor like a sack of potato. Sorens eyes flicked to his left at Mikhail, he could see the conflict in the mans eyes, whether to go and help his mate and look weak in his brothers eyes or to stay where he was and risk his beloved being injured. Theodus clearly could see the internal battle inside his brothers head and he smirked.

“You know little brother once I thought you were a useless waste of space but you” he point at Mikhail smiling, “You have managed to bring me the thing I needed, no wanted the most” he then pointed to Rosalind who was curled up in the bed, her hand over her mouth trying to hold in the sobs as tears streamed down her face “although I do wish Micky you had just told me abut this little mortal you found yourself with”

“Noah is non of your concern Theo” Mikhail growled walking towards Noah who had moved towards the bed in attempt to get close to Rosalind an protect her.

“Ah little brother that isn’t true now is it? He is your beloved, is he not?” Theodus said adjusting his blazer.

“Yes but that is non of your concern, Theodus you are a monster, who f****d, tortured and killed who ever the f**k you felt like at the time and I thought I made it clear forty years ago that I didn’t want you around me and by association that mean Noah as well, for now that also means Rosalind” Mikhail stated wrapping Noah in his embrace as he sat on the bed next to Rosalind also taking her under his arm in a protective and comforting manner. Theodus’ eyes grew dark as he began to c***k his knuckles slowly and menacingly walking towards Mikhail who seemed unfazed by his brothers seemingly poor attempt at intimidation. That was until his head fell forward with a metallic twang of the frying pan that collided with the back of his head. Natasha stood behind the behemoth of a man with a frying pan in one one hand and the other rested on her hip.

“You two haven’t changed one bit have you? Constantly bickering about utter, utter bollocks” Natasha sassed out at the brothers, it wasn’t until she spoke that Soren couldn’t hold in the laughter that was growing in his belly after his grandmother smacked the king of vampires around the head with frying pan.

Theodus turned around to smite who ever it was that assaulted him. Once he discovered that it was Natasha his whole demeanour changed. From anger and complete rage to one of complacency and calm. “Why do have to do that Aunt Natasha?” He whined rubbing the back of his head where the frying pan collided with it. Natasha who ignored him and walked over to Rosalind and Noah, leading the pair of them out of the room, not wanting them in there any more than they had to be. The pair were quite shaken up. Rosalind had stoped crying and shaking but was still terrified of the beast of a king who’s eyes wouldn’t leave her body. A consent gaze made the fifteen year old shift uncomfortably as she walked out the room cling to Natasha like an embarrassed six year old.

Soren moved into the room with the two older men after the others left and went down the stairs. He stared at the brothers. His face void of emotion. Soren had no idea how to sort this situation without it ending in a fight. He knew the brothers, Mikhail was the short fused firecracker and Theodus was the calm collected guy who liked to aggravate people around him especially his brother. But he could tell that if it went down hill it would go and fast. Mikhail looked at Soren and made his way out of his bedroom and followed the the noise of his soulmate and his little Rose laughing. Soren shot a quick glance over his shoulder at the king who’s frown was still present on his face. Soren made his way downstairs to the kitchen where he knew he would find Mikhail with Noah in his lap and Rosalind opposite with her knees to her chest nursing a mug of coffee which she had gained a taste for in the last few day she had been with them. He jogged down the stairs that lead to the front hall where he found Ragnar on the phone. Ragnar spotted the blonde man and muted a quick good bye and that he had to go and he hung up. Soren waited for the wolf with his hands in his pockets, a smirk and a raised eyebrow graced the young hounds face

“Don’t even Soren” Ragnar warned half heartedly with a small chuck and the blonde lifted up is hands in defence and chuckled

“I wasn’t going to” Soren said laughing as the pair walked to the kitchen in search of coffee and Ragnar hoped so of Natasha’s homemade cakes.

The pair made it to the kitchen to find Natasha cutting a triple chocolate moose cakes that had a dark chocolate ganache. She looked at the two boys as they wondered in. The pair just grinned ear to ear. Natasha just sighed put the knife down and got two more bowls from the cupboard as Soren and Ragnar made their way towards the table. Soren sat down next to Rosalind and Ragnar begrudgingly perched himself on the chair next to Mikhail and Noah, who were both glaring at him with utter distaste. The group sat in an uncomfortable silents. That was until Rosalind spoke from behind her steaming cup of hot chocolate which had surprised Soren when he smelt it.

“Hi, I really like your hair” She whispers, clearly she meant to say it louder that it actually came out. Ragnar's head shot up his eyes zoned in on the young red head that squashed herself in the corner on the bench like set on the opposite side of the table. He just smiled at her and said twisting a braided lock of his dark hair in between his fingers

“Thank you, one of my mates did it” he smiled fondly at the thought if his the little blonde haired women him his bed at his home. The rest of the group just starred at him as Rosalind spat out the drink she had just taken a sip of, covering Soren’s face with it.