Mated in the Big City: A NYC Shifter Tale Anthology Books 1-3 by C.D. Gorri

Author:C.D. Gorri
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: C.D. Gorri

Chapter Seven

Her bed was surprising comfortable, the mattress firm like he preferred. But most important, it was covered in her spicy sweet scent. Konstantin had showered upon arrival, and at her insistence, before dropping like a fallen tree onto the thing. He didn’t know how many hours had passed, but he was awake now and the bulk of his injuries were healed.

His stomach rumbled loudly. Damn. He was starving. Healing did that to him, and every other Shifter, he supposed. He stretched and winced at the pull of his skin in some places where the scabs had yet to form scars. Those would be gone in another day or so. Yawning he sat up and saw he was not alone.

“Hello,” Konstantin said and offered the child a small smile.

This was Yasmin’s son. He’d seen pictures of the child on her cell phone wallpaper. He was small, but still young, and he looked just like his mother.

“Hello,” the boy replied, and he could see the child was weighing the man in his mind.

“My name is Konstantin.”

Once more, the boy seemed to be calculating something. Lucky for the Tiger, he’d been deemed worthy.

“I’m Michael, but everyone calls me Mikey,” he explained. “You can’t though.” The child was quick to add.

“Alright. May I call you Michael?”

The little boy narrowed golden eyes at him, and Konstantin bit back a grin. He was an Alpha, a true Primus, as Lion’s called their leaders. Imagine that! This small, thoughtful boy had the inner makings of a Shifter king for all intents and purposes.

“Yes. Michael Malek.”

“Malek? Not Polaski?”

“Don’t you know anything about Lions? We are matriarchal in that all cubs take their mothers’ names. Malek was my great, great, great, great, great-grandmother’s surname. She came from Germany, but our roots go deeper into modern Slovenia,” he explained.

Konstantin just nodded. That was a lot of information for a boy of four. But Michael just kept right on with his understanding of his family history, down to its coat of arms. Apparently, his forebears thought it was amusing to feature a knight prominently on their sigil where so many full humans had lions on theirs.

“My coat of arms is not as grand as that. The Petrov coat of arms is a ship, for some reason. We were not sailors, so I don’t know why, but there it is,” he told the boy.

“Interesting,” Michael said.

“You know, I own several books, mainly historical accounts, and I have them all in a library in my home.”

“You have a library in your house?”

“I do,” he said, carefully.

Then Konstantin’s stomach growled, and the little cub zeroed in on him.

“Mommy said to tell you she’s making breakfast. I was going to tell you she said to leave, but I changed my mind. She is making bacon. We only ever have bacon on Saturdays, but she said today was special because you were waking up from a healing sleep.”

“I see,” he replied. “I will dress and come right out. Thank you, Michael, for inviting me to stay for breakfast.

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