Claiming His Myshka
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December now had a pudgy, handsome baby perched on her hip. It wasn’t hard to guess who fathered him, judging by the full head of dark hair and brown eyes framed by thick lashes. Something in her gut clenched at the sight, her nervousness melting into pleasure as the baby waved his rattle at her and squealed gleefully.
“He’s so beautiful!” Aislin murmured softly as she studied the baby, extending a finger for him to grab when he reached for her. It was an instinctive action; one December seemed to understand and encourage. She moved closer to Aislin, so the baby didn’t have to reach as far. With her finger now clasped in his tiny fist, Aislin gave the other woman a shy smile.
“Aislin, this is Aleksei. Aleksei, this is Aislin. She’s uncle Dima’s sweetheart,” December told the baby in a sing-song voice.
“Nice to meet you, Aleksei!” Aislin tried to purr at him and was glad when the baby didn’t seem to notice that the noise wasn’t quite right. He giggled and grinned freely, shaking her finger with the same exuberance as the rattle he held in his other hand.
December led her through the winding halls to a sitting room, where various types of finger foods, coffee, and juice were laid out on a table near the wall. They settled on the sofa near the fireplace with delicate china plates balanced on their knees. Aleksei lay on a blanket on the floor before them, playing with his rattle and rolling about happily.
Her new companion had no trouble making small talk, Aislin discovered. December was very talkative and blunt and had no qualms about speaking her mind. She made it easy to feel comfortable.
There was no mention of Aislin’s disability. It struck her as odd, as most everyone she’d met before wanted to know more about it. Here, it didn’t seem to matter at all. It was so absent from the conversation that she wondered if Dima had even told them.
She wasn’t really that surprised. Aislin had learned better than to refer to herself as damaged in the past two weeks. It always agitated Dima, who then set about proving to her just how little it mattered to him by mounting her until she was exhausted and refusing to give her his knot until she repeated that she was his perfect little myshka. His perfect little mouse.
When they came to a lull in the conversation, Aislin finally gathered the courage to speak.
“What did you mean, out front, when you said you told him so?” she asked, referring to when December had elbowed her mate in the ribs.
The other woman smiled mischievously, setting aside her now empty plate.
“Oh, that. Yeah,” she mused.
“When Nikolai told me Dima had found an Omega he wanted to claim as his own, he was a little worried,” she explained. “Dima is kind of a hardass, and I don’t know that he’s ever had a long-term relationship. Nikolai, well- Knowing what you’d been through, he was just concerned Dima wouldn’t be the best fit for you,” the woman admitted sheepishly. “But I had a dream about you, and I told him not to worry, because Dima would be head over heels for his Omega. He always doubts me, but I was right.”
“You were?” Aslin asked, dumbfounded by what the woman had said. Nikolai Petrovski had been worried about her getting a good mate. That seemed unreal, not to mention December claiming that Dima felt something for her.
“Of course I was!” she admonished. “You can’t tell? He adores you.”
“I guess I didn’t realize.”
“Perhaps he needs to learn to communicate his feelings more clearly,” a masculine voice mused.
Aislin startled, glancing over her shoulder to find Nikolai and Dima standing in the doorway, Nikolai’s hand on Dima’s shoulder.
She rushed to stand up, nervous her Alpha would be angry that his boss would dare taunt him because of her.
Nikolai left his side and came around the end of the sofa, kneeling to pick his child up from the floor as Dima trailed him into the room.
“He definitely needs to work on that.” December snorted from somewhere behind her. “He’s got the emotional range of a cinder block.”
To her shock, Dima didn’t seem angry. In fact, he wore a wry smile. “What do you think, myshka? Do I communicate my feelings well enough?”
“No! I mean. Yes… I-I mean…”
“Oh, for heaven's sake, stop teasing the girl. As if living with you isn’t hard enough without your sorry sense of humor,” Nikolai chastised as he stood up, his child now resting against his chest. One large hand spread across the baby’s back, the other tucked beneath his bottom. The little boy pressed his cheek to his daddy’s chest, cooing contentment. It was a strange and beautiful thing, watching an Alpha as dangerous as Nikolai Petrovski handle his child with such care.
Dima paused before her, one hand sliding into the hair at the base of her scalp as he leaned in close.
“Let me make it clear for you then,” he rumbled, the threat of a growl edging into his voice. “I wanted you from the moment I saw you, myshka. No other woman ever called to me the way you did. Now, you are mine, and I will spend the rest of my life showing you how a true Alpha worships his Omega.”
His mouth crushed hers in a kiss so fiery that her cheeks flushed with embarrassment, her eyes darting towards the happy little family watching nearby.
They were both smirking.
“Welcome to the family, Aislin.”
Merel Pierce
Merel Pierce was born and raised in the Midwest, USA. Ever the country girl, her hobbies evolved to include nature photography, animal care, and exploring the great outdoors.
She is a crafter/art hobbiest, who spends her time writing, working on art projects, and keeping her two rescue dogs; a Schipperke mix and a Jack Russel, out of trouble.
She has always been drawn to the duality of life, learning early to appreciate both the light and the dark of what the world has to offer. She believes there is beauty and meaning to be found in both the struggles and joys life brings, and strives to translate that to her writing.
Merel most enjoys writing dark, complex storylines with raw, realistic characters. Her stories may not always close with a happy ending, but she will always make you feel something by the time it’s done. Whether that feeling is horror or happiness, you’ll have to wait and see…
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Omegaverse/Mafia Dark Romance
The Sacred Omegas
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Yes, Alpha
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