"Irina, I'm home!" Sergei called as he walked into the house. They'd been married for a few months now and he'd told her about his expectations. He wanted her home and dinner ready by the time he got back from his guard duty. He inhaled deeply, expecting the delicious aroma of dinner filling their tiny cottage. When he didn't, he started to become angry. She may be an alpha's daughter, but she was mated to him and his rules needed to be obeyed just as her father's did.
"Irina?" he called, confused as to why she wasn't home. Sergei walked into the kitchen, it was empty. As his stomach growled, his frustration grew. "Irina," he called again. "Where is she?" he muttered to himself.
He opened the fridge and pulled a bottle of beer from the cold interior. He walked into the living room and
