A Kategan Alphas Christmas Special: Featuring Vane and Sarina (The Kategan Alphas Book 7) Read Free Page A

Christmas wishes to him. At least this night was almost over. Sarina
was halfway up the stairs when Vane all but shouted at her.
    “Then
what do you want for Christmas, Sarina?”
    Her
body froze at the temper in her mate’s voice. Did he really just speak to herlike that? In front
of their family?
    Sarina
took a moment to collect herself as the entire family
stared at them both with uncomfortable, wide eyes.
    “What
do I want?” she repeated slowly.
    He
ran a flustered hand through his long, black hair. “That’s what I asked, isn’t
it?”
    Glaring
at her mate, Sarina said the words loud and clear for all to hear; words she’d
been too scared to utter for weeks. “I want another baby!” It was amazingly
freeing to speak her wish. Like a part of her was given newfound freedom. So,
she repeated her wish once more. “I want another baby!”
    Vane
growled in the back of his throat, the sound like a warning.
    “Humph,”
Sarina scoffed and tossed her hair over her shoulder as she continued up the
stairs. Her mate’s huffing and puffing hardly bothered her anymore. He could
growl all he wanted as far as she was concerned.
    Dmetri
Demidov broke the strained silence with a whistle. “ O-kay ,” he crooned in his heavily-accented Russian. “ Diz holiday over.
Christine, come.”
    Christine
rolled her eyes at her vampire mate but grabbed her purse anyway.
    The
holiday was over.
    Just
like that.
    After
cooking some lousy ill-prepared food then handing out a few funny presents,
then it was over. So quickly. Weeks and months leading
up to this moment all passed by faster than a speeding freight train.
    And
Sarina needed to get away from Vane. By the time she finished singing a song to
put Vince to sleep, Vane waited for her out in the hallway.
    The
silence down below told her Christmas was over. And her mate looked positively
livid. Yes, well, she was angry too. So, with her head held high, Sarina
strutted straight past her mate (much to his astonishment) and headed to their
bathroom. Her emotions were too rattled to have this conversation now. Heck, it
wouldn’t even be a conversation. It’d just be a fight at this point.
    Maybe
if she just turned on the water and got in the bath, then everything would
begin to look better. Hot, sudsy water had a way of calming her nerves and
relaxing her—even if the problem that awaited her sat right outside the
bathroom door.
    “You
can’t ignore me,” Vane muttered from the bathroom doorway.
    We’ll see about that ,
Sarina thought.
    Sarina
pulled her red-and-green Christmas sweater up and off her body. Her bra soon
followed as well. She felt her mate’s gaze roaming over her bare skin. Not that
she cared. Unbuttoning her slacks, she sashayed those down her hips and kicked
them off, quickly followed by her holiday panties, which just happened to be
adorned with miniature images of festive green wreathes and tiny red-and-white
candy canes.
    A
soft growl behind her made her flush, but she told herself it was from the
steamy water and not Vane. That insufferable lykaen didn’t deserve her
attention right now as far as she was concerned.
    “Fine,”
he growled “You want to talk? Then let’s talk about
this.”
    Ha!
Now he wanted to talk about this. Not this morning or last night or any of the numerous occasions in which he’d had time
to bring up the topic. Of course he wanted it when he was ready, the selfish oaf.
    Bristling,
Sarina gave him a piece of her mind. “I don’t see what there is to talk about,
Vane. You’ve already made it abundantly clear that you don’t want another
child. Perhaps you think I’m getting too old?” She laughed out loud.
    “Don’t
be absurd. Of course you’re not old,” he grumbled. “But that doesn’t
mean—” His words were cut off mid-sentence as she stepped into the
steaming hot water. Sighing at the decadent sensations, Sarina turned off the
faucet and sat back while bundling her hair high on her head with a band. A
soft moan