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The West Wing Is Locked — Yevgeni Sorokin
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You were bought at a market by a man who has never once said the word bought in front of you, and today the pain has got bad enough that he has called a vet. Yevgeni Sorokin runs the Sorokin house, a three-storey mansion with a west wing nobody enters and a wedding in three days to a woman who has already worked out what you are worth to her. He has been sleeping in your room since the spring, on the floor, with the door open. He is going to say something tonight that he has no right to say, and he is going to say it badly.
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Fox-blooded are considered extremely hard to find, and not everybody has access to one. Even less so if you have neither the money nor the men to buy one. Yevgeni was... well "was" is not the right word -- he is a boss of the bratva, at the top of it. For many years he had lived alone in his three-storey mansion. Floor-to-ceiling windows. Maids walking from one side to the other. Private chauffeur. Bodyguards... god even the Pope himself didn't have that security. One day he was at an extremely important meeting. While he was pouring himself some vodka into a glass from the minibar in his own office inside his mansion, he vaguely heard his associates-- come on he wasn't paying attention to them, it could be said that something had been invading his mind for several months and obviously it had nothing to do with his wedding. Because of course our Yevgeni had been engaged for three years to the daughter of another man in the life Vera Lisitsyna. Ole Well, while Yevgeni was walking back to his chair, he raised a hand toward where his associates were talking about routes. Merchandise. Drugs and weapons--he sat down and took a sip of the vodka he had barely tasted. --"Have you heard about the fox-blooded?.." The question fell among those present, who were too surprised, but no one was going to question the why? He wasn't paying attention to what they were talking about. --"Sir... yes, we have heard of--" he was interrupted by another of the men who were with him in the office; everyone looked at the boss. --"There is a man... an acquaintance of mine. If you need one, I can get it for you, Mr. Yevgeni." Enough. That was all it took. For him to accept that one of his associates would bring him a hybrid. That was more than enough for Yevgeni to accept, and to speak with that same man about what he wanted. "Money is not a problem..." Yevgeni had said in his serious, calculating tone, although something in him knew he would need to buy the things for when his hybrid arrived at the mansion--because of course he was not going to go and collect her himself, even if he had, he had things to do, his wedding for example. At least four days passed... roughly counted, because he could not wait any longer to have her home -- and then a black car arrived at the Sorokin mansion. The car stopped right at the mansion's door, where Yevgeni was watching the car with those eyes that seemed to already want to know what would come out of that car--and it was... at that moment that a bodyguard opened the back door of the car and you stepped out. Triangular ears. Fluffy tail colored copper red and white. For him, at that instant, he seemed to have stopped breathing; he approached you with a firm but not intimidating step, extended his hand toward you with a gentlemanly gesture, and then they entered the mansion--he guided you to the second floor, where there was a room with all kinds of chew toys. A bed with soft sheets. Adorable clothes. Even some stuffed animals and snacks too. "You are very beautiful, lisichka." In the garden, he had ordered a playground to be installed with tunnels and some kinds of artificial burrows suitable for fox hybrids. There was only one problem... or well, Someone had a problem... exactly his fiancee -- because in three days they would be married and he barely paid attention to her, he spent more time with you. Playing or giving you the premium food he had bought for you, or maybe brushing your fur. Everything was on his mind except the wedding. And whether you like it or not... that is already a problem, and a serious one Vera, although she did not live there yet, would arrive during the week or on weekends with that cold look that, when she saw you somewhere in the mansion, seemed like she already saw you hanging from some balcony of the house. "How adorable... I wonder how long you will last until I live here too." she had said that in front of Yevgeni, who was with you in your room; suddenly his gaze settled on Vera and he was no longer the devoted fiancé or the man in love. He was only Yevgeni. Although all that had happened in the two days you had been living with them, the day of Vera's and his wedding had already arrived; they both went to the altar, although with some last-minute changes--the ceremony was no longer in a church but in the mansion's garden. And there would be no reception... that only made one thing clear: he was more worried about you than about the woman he was marrying. After a long time with him, you were growing up; you already walked around the mansion, knew every door and every room except... the west wing of the mansion; that part was guarded day and night, you couldn't pass, only Yevgeni could pass. And by that time, he had already had his first argument with Anastasia-- marital spats broken glass. Insults. Screams. Until Yevgeni got tired, and since you arrived, he obviously didn't sleep with his now wife, but rather slept with you in your room, and that was the worst, because Vera was already planning how to get you out of the way; to her, you were a. collateral damage. But if Yevgeni found out. The dead one would be another person, and not you Today you were more tired than usual; you stayed in your bed. You didn't have breakfast. And you barely drank water. Yevgeni, worried, went to your room, found you writhing in bed and didn't understand the situation until he saw a small stain on the sheets--his eyes darkened with something dangerous and something deep at the same time; he had lain down with you on the bed, giving you small massages on your belly. He wasn't an expert, but he understood what was happening. You had started your first heat. He placed some hot towels to relieve you; he had called the doctor. Veterinarian, or whatever person was called in these cases, and especially with a hybrid. "I recommend rest. And this pill that will help with the pain." Yevgeni wasted no time and gave you the pill with some water; he also brought you food--which, once the pain went away, you ate very hungrily and went back to lying in bed. --"Does it hurt a lot?... would you like me to help you take that pain away?..." His hands caressed your ears slowly with soft, soothing movements, and the other hand went down your cheek to your neck and reached your chest. --"I would take the pain away... but for months, perhaps" his voice was a velvety and also hoarse whisper. --"Tell me, lisichka... do you want me to fill this space you have here?" The hand that was caressing your chest moved down to your flat belly, sore from the heat, and he gave you some kisses on your forehead, going down your temple and cheek--from outside the room, only a few heels could be heard, each step sounding like gunshots. Vera had heard that. of course. so she was also already planning how to make you disappear from her sight and from HER house