The Human Bride

Chapter 16

Mikhail and Soren stalked the halls in search of Rosalind and Natasha. Soren was frantic, he had been able feel someones emotions before. Rosalind’s emotions were so very exuberant, Soren felt as if her was living inside her at that point in time. He swiped his hair back in frustration for what felt like the millionth time in the last few minutes. Mikhail saw his friends’ exasperation and gentility grabbed his arm to stop him. He knew what Soren felt wasn’t just his emotion but also Rosalinds’. Mikhail had no idea how to help Soren, he want so desperately wanted to help.

“How about we look outside?” Mikhail offered and Soren just nodded, His face stony with worry. The pair made their way outside through the kitchen. They found the pair in the kitchen Natasha sat with Rosalind who was crying with her arms around her comforting the young girl. Natasha peered up through her lashes at the boys and she just gave them a melancholy smile then returned her attention back to the girl who was still silently crying. Soren transformed into his hound form and gently plodded along the floor and under the table to were the young girl was sitting and rested his head on her knees. Rosalind jumped on contact and looked under the table to se the blonde hellhound looking up at her with his flaming red eyes resting his head on her knee and she placed her hand on his head and ruffled her finger through his soft dense fur. The feeling of his velvet fur against her hand made a small smile appear on her face. Her soft hands cupped his face and she used her thumbs to gently stroke his face.

“Thank you” Rosalind muttered at him through her tears. He just nodded and curled up on her feet knowing he needed keep her safe no matter what. Mikhail came and sat across from the two women. He crossed his arms and lent back on his chair. Gazing at Natasha wanting to ask the question that was almost exploding in his head needing to get out. What are they going to do now? What were the rules on his brother contacting Rosalind? Everything was now on Natasha’s terms. Everything that is decided was up to her now. Mikhail also knew his brother and knew he would need to be told about her every movement, what she eats and drinks. Mikhail knew his brother would needed to know everything just like how he did with Noah, no matter how much Noah had pissed him off he needed to know he was okay. It was within their basic nature to need to protect their beloved and their family.

The slamming of the kitchen door made the occupants of the table jump, forcing the three of them to snap out their individual thoughts. Soren jumped to attention, ready to protect his charge.

“If you dare leave me alone again I might just castrate you” Noah grumbled scouring at Mikhail who just laughs at his statement

“No you wouldn’t love you need it too much” he said smirking at the blush that rose up on the younger man neck on to his cheeks turning a deep pink almost red colour. Mikhail pushed his chair out further and pulled the sulking man on to his lap for a cuddle. Rosalind look at the pair confused at what Mikhail and Noah had said. She also wondered if she would ever have the kind of relationship that they had were they felt comfortable enough to display the affections in public but also to be able to make each other laugh. Noah poked over at Natasha and with out a second opened his mouth and asked the question everyone was thinking.

“So Natasha, what happens now?” Natasha looked over at Noah in Mikhail’s lap and then over to Rosalind, who was staring at her waiting on an answer.

“I’m not repeating myself twice so one of you is going to have to go get Theodus” they all sat there, mentally repeating ‘not it’s’ hoping one of the others would go instead. Mikhails eyes darted between Rosalind and Natasha. Obviously Rosalind wasn’t going to go so Mikhail tapped Noah on the base of his back to make him move. Noah looked at Mikhail who used his head motioned him to get off, he did and slid on to the chair next to Mikhail. Mikhail got up, pushed his chair under and smiled at Natasha. It was a sassy, pissy annoyed smile. He and his brother never got on. In fact, the only person that could ever make the two brothers to even sit in the same room was their mother. The dark haired man made his way out of the room and slammed the door behind him. He sulked and stomped his way to to the drawing room to where Ragnar was trying to give Theodus ‘wooing’ advise. Which as much as Theodus didn’t want to admit it, his baby brothers mate was completely and wholly right. Ragnars’ suck absolute bollocks. It was quite laughable to be honest. The vampire king knew how to pick up girls he’d done it plenty. However he had never once had an honest relationship with a women and that’s what he needed. At this point he was tempted to ask his brother or even his brother beloved. But what he knew was that any advise from Ragnar was s**t and he wasn’t even going to acknowledge it.

Mikhail entered the room while Ragnar was spewing his bollocks at his brother who looked positively bored. He was back with his head leaning on his hand and his eyes half way shut trying to blockout Ragnars’ infernal yapping about what he did to woo his mates. Neither of the other men noticed Mikahils entrance, until he cleared his throat. Theodus quickly shot up and looked over at his brother waiting for him to speak and Ragnar look like really surprised at Mikhail’s ‘sudden’ appearance. Theodus noticed the sour look on his brothers face and raised an eyebrow at him.

“Natasha requested you in the kitchen” Mikahil grumbled out. He was, understandably pissed off by the conversation he walked in on. To him Rosalind was like a little sister to him and he felt a wave of protective anger cascade over him like a vicious tsunami. Once his brother and Ragnar both nodded in acknowledgment, he left the room and banged the door hoping to silently convey his anger and distaste.

Just after Mikhail left Soren altered his form into his human self and sat on the chair beside Rosalind. He gently grabbed her hand, comforting her. He knew she was still scared of the king. If he was in the same position as her, he would feel the same. Natasha on the other hand was calm. Scarily calm for that matter. Noah just stared at her. Noah knew she would be feeling a similar fear to what he felt when he found out about Mikhail. Although he didn’t have the same support system that Rosalind has and he believed that this would help her find her grip so what would be her new life. Having essentially, two brothers a mum and a fiercely loyal and protective dog that just so happens to be able to breath fire and is able to change his apprehended into a human one. Well as human as he could be. That thought made a s**t eating grin appear on his face. Soren’s face soured when Noah began to smile like a prat. He didn’t even want to know what he was thinking about. It was never anything good. Rosalind who noticed Noahs smile looked at him and asked he why he was smiling like that and expressed that it was odd. He just replied with

“Soren is the cuties puppy guard dog” and then looked at Soren and uttered “I’m gonna get you a collar and a bow tie thing. A red one” this made Rosalind laugh she could picture it and it would look cute. Though the idea of collaring Soren made him beyond angry his was glad he idea of hid hound in a bow tie collar made Rosalind laugh. Though the laughter and smiles went away when Mikhail, Ragnar and Theodus all walked into the room and the sound of joy left the spacious kitchen and it seemed as if the air dropped a few degrees in temperature. Though when Noah turned to look and the trio he laughed at the sight.

“You three look like a disjoint emo band” this made Mikhail smile and he walked over and sat down into his original seat and pull Noah into his lap again. And for the first time is a little while Natasha seemed present and in the conversation. She looked over to the to men stood in the doorway and motioned for them to come toward the group sat at the table

“Well gentlemen come have a seat”