Page 42 of The Wolf's Prince
“I’m perfect,” he insisted. “In fact, better than ever.”
Andrey raised his brows, a smile tugging at his lips.
“I don’t want to know what Dad will have to say about this.”
Soren and Nikolai both laughed out loud. The others gave them a bemused look. How delightful that they already had jokes between them that no one else understood.
“I’m sorry I haven’t spoken to you properly yet,” Soren told Andrey. “Tell me, have you been enjoying your stay among our people?”
Andrey blushed under the direct attention. He was the complete opposite of his brother, it seemed.
“It was a bit scary at first,” he admitted. “Getting dragged up the mountains I thought they were going to kill us or something. After that though, when Anzu explained everything and calmed me down, everyone was very nice. If Nik is going to be moving here permanently, I would love to be able to visit often.”
Alpha Jin, and Soren both tried to speak at once.
“You first,” Soren said.
“Who brought you here,” he asked.
“Can’t you guess?” Soren asked bitterly. “Kamon and his friends. They came across these two while hunting.”
Jin’s lips tightened at the corners.
“Were you harmed?” he asked both Nikolai and Andrey, his gaze serious.
The brothers exchanged a look.
“They were rough but didn’t actually hurt us,” Nikolai said.
Still, even that admission irritated Soren.
“Well, no harm done, I suppose,” Jin said, and Soren was forced to release his annoyance in favor of the truth.
Kamon had been trying to publicly shame Soren for his partial mating with the human. Instead, he had brought him his mate, and to Soren’s surprise, everyone so far had accepted him.
Kamon had done Soren a favor.
“What were you going to say?” Andrey asked, looking at Soren.
“Just that you are always welcome,” Soren said, smiling.
Andrey returned the smile.
“Thank you. I will take you up on that.”
“I believe, this calls for a celebration,” Alpha Jin said.
It didn't take much to convince White Water Pack to have a party. As soon as Jin announced it, all the omegas gathered together, bringing forth ingredients and preparing a feast.
By late afternoon, countless meals were being cooked and everyone who possessed an instrument brought it forth.
At the first sounds of the Koto ringing through the air, the atmosphere shifted. Everyone sat or stood, listening to Fusa play. His friend was beyond talented at many instruments, but the Koto was Soren’s favorite.
He wrapped an arm around Nikolai’s shoulders as performed.
His mate was listening raptly, leaning into his half embrace.
“Do you like it?” Soren whispered.
