"How long have I been asleep?" Jan asked in his brother's mother tongue. Conscious of his appearance, his voice toned down from the annoyed hiss earlier.
Ivan's gaze flicked between his eyes, searching. "A little over five years."
"And I've been here all this while?"
"Yep, stuck in this miserable wolf town. He would not let anyone move you," Ivan grumbled, tilting his head at the alpha.
"Ethan, after all these years with me, I thought you might have learned some fashion sense. Your wardrobe is more hopeless than Ivan's." Louie complained, striding in from an adjoining walk-in closet. He straightened out a gray sweatshirt two sizes too big for him or the blond vampire. "Jan, don't listen to your brother. But it was probably for the best. Things have changed from what you remember, and there are excellent spots to party here. I don't know what Ethan teaches his pack, but the men of Snow Pines are free-aky."
Jan frowned as memories of Louie's particular brand of partying flashed through his head. "Did you... you and him?"
"Me and him what?" The petit vampire glanced at the alpha and back. "Him? Nope. I don't do wolves."
"That was a fucking miracle," Ivan added with a straight face.
"Perhaps, if you got laid more than once a century, you might see miracles more often," Louie sneered back. With a haughty sniff, he turned Jan towards him and slipped the neck of the sweatshirt over his bald head. "Talking about getting laid, you know you're going to have epic blue balls, right? After that long beauty sleep, the plumbing is pretty rusty down there. You should tune it before you go whipping it out in public."
Jan's face heated up, suddenly glad his friend had kept to French. "That's none of your business."
A lecherous smile grew on the incorrigible flirt's face as he helped him out of the robe and into the oversized clothes. "What do you mean? I'm your only friend. It's practically my duty. I should spend a night showing Ethan how to care for you properly before you bend him over and ravage him like a savage."
Jan drew the sweatshirt to his nose, inhaling more of that intoxicating scent. Weirdly, the thought of a particular alpha attending to his needs was not as appalling as he had expected. But hurried footsteps in the hallway saved him from examining why that was so.
"Ethan! Oh my... what's happening here?"
"It's fine, Naomi," the older wolf responded. "We're just holding him back. Jan is still hazy, and Ethan scared him a little."
"Jan?" the worried female voice called. A she-wolf with dark blond hair held up by pins in a tumbling updo peeked through the doorway. "Hi baby, how're you feeling?"
Jan's eyes widened because the Lycan spoke to him with such motherly affection. Bewildered, he glanced at Ivan.
His brother cleared his throat. "Er... sorry, Naomi. His body is still catching up."
"It's alright. I understand. Lorr told me about his amnesia. Does he remember anything at all? Us? Canada? Ethan?"
Ivan shook his head. "I'll put him about a century behind."
"Aww, poor baby. You've been through so much. But don't worry, it's all over now." She held up a white box with a red cross on it. "I brought a fresh meal. News of your awakening spread like wildfire, and now there's a long queue at the hospital to donate blood. We had to turn some away. Your fan club has been busy. Emily and Breanna are the presidents. They send their love."
Jan did not know those women, but he wished Gaia's blessings upon them if they were responsible for the mouthwatering feast before him. The steamy ferric tang wafted out of the container, and the beast in Jan's belly growled.
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Blooded Mate
Fantasy[[MATURE CONTENT]] Pack, family, mate. Loyalty, respect, honor. These are the words that form the foundation of the wolf society. At six years old, Ethan had to choose between his Alpha title and his survival on the night of his father's death. As a...
