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Author: KIRTI
last update publish date: 2026-03-22 17:35:41

She put the envelope on the kitchen table and sat down and read it a third time.

She wasn't sure what she was looking for on the third read. The first time had been enough to understand it. The second time had been her checking that she'd understood correctly. The third time was something else — her brain needing to go over the words slowly, one at a time, and let each one land before moving to the next.

99.9%.

Dmitri Volkov. Her boys.

She'd known. She'd known from the first morning at the mona
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  • CLAIMED BY THE ENEMY ALPHA    Proof

    She put the envelope on the kitchen table and sat down and read it a third time.She wasn't sure what she was looking for on the third read. The first time had been enough to understand it. The second time had been her checking that she'd understood correctly. The third time was something else — her brain needing to go over the words slowly, one at a time, and let each one land before moving to the next.99.9%.Dmitri Volkov. Her boys.She'd known. She'd known from the first morning at the monastery when she'd turned around and seen his face across the courtyard and then looked at her sons and the comparison had been so obvious, so right there, that she'd had to breathe through it before she could move. The amber of Niko's eyes, the way Ivan tilted his head when he was thinking — she'd looked at those things every day for four years and seen her own colouring and told herself that was all she was seeing.She'd known and she'd filed it under not right now and not dealing with this toda

  • CLAIMED BY THE ENEMY ALPHA    The Paternity Papers

    The envelope arrived at nine in the morning and he left it on his desk until eleven.He knew what it was. He'd been waiting for four days since he'd sent the samples to the pack doctor's private lab — no hospital record, no shared system, just a clean result delivered to him and no one else. He'd done this because Katya didn't need to find out through a document that had gone through half a dozen hands before reaching her. She'd find out because he told her.He worked until eleven. He read the Helsinki manifest. He answered two messages from the Riga office. He looked at the border patrol report Irina had left on his desk. He did all of it normally, efficiently, one thing after the other.At eleven he opened the envelope.One page. Lab letterhead. Technical information across the top half that he read quickly. A number at the bottom.99.9%.He put the page down on his desk. He put both hands flat, one on either side of it, and looked at it.He had known. He'd known from the first mome

  • CLAIMED BY THE ENEMY ALPHA    What Niko Decided

    Dmitri's going to be my friend."Niko said it the way he said most things — right in the middle of breakfast, between bites, like he was reporting the weather.Katya had been lifting her coffee cup. She put it back down."What?""He's going to be my friend," Niko said. He had porridge on his chin and full confidence in his eyes. "I decided last night.""That's not really how friendship works, Niko. You don't just decide."He looked at her like she'd said something puzzling. "Yes you do. I decided Leo was going to be my friend at the last school and then he was. I decided Maya was going to be my friend at the park and then she was. That's how I do it.""Leo and Maya are four years old. Dmitri is a grown man.""So?" He ate another spoonful. "You're grown and you're my friend.""I'm your mother.""You're both," he said, like this was obvious, and went back to his porridge.Katya opened her mouth. Closed it. She looked across the table at Ivan, who was eating his toast in the careful, met

  • CLAIMED BY THE ENEMY ALPHA    Coffee for Two

    The second cup had been on her site table every morning for three days.The first morning she'd noticed it and assumed one of the workers had left an extra. Then she'd seen him come through the east wing archway with two paper cups and set one down at her end of the table and she'd understood. She'd said nothing. She'd kept working.The second morning she'd arrived before him and the table had been empty and she'd felt the absence of the second cup before she could stop herself from feeling it, which was information she did not want to have and filed away quickly under not thinking about this.The third morning she sat down and drank her own coffee and looked at her blueprint for the west courtyard drainage and thought about water flow and load-bearing walls and the specific challenge of a building that had been patched and re-patched across four centuries. She thought about the work. She did not think about the second cup.He came at seven forty-five. Same as the previous two days. T

  • CLAIMED BY THE ENEMY ALPHA    The Wooden Wolf

    The knife slipped at 1:47 in the morning and cut across his thumb.Not deep. A thin line of red, gone in seconds because his blood ran fast the way wolf blood always did. He pressed it against the leg of his jeans anyway and held it there and looked at what he had so far on the desk in front of him.A rough shape. Four legs that were starting to hold their angles right. A body. A head that still needed work on one side. He'd been at it for two hours and had maybe a third of what he wanted.The office was dark except for the lamp on his desk. The Velgorod city building kept a skeleton crew at night security downstairs, a cleaner who had come and gone already at midnight. He had the floor to himself. The city outside the window was doing what Velgorod always did in the late hours: sitting quiet under snow, every sound muffled, the streetlights turning everything a pale yellow-white.He wasn't sure exactly when he'd decided to do this. He'd been sitting with a shipping manifest at nine i

  • CLAIMED BY THE ENEMY ALPHA    The Chapel

    She started going to the site at night.Not every night. Two or three times a week, after the boys were asleep and Svetlana or the neighbor's teenage daughter was sitting in the apartment with the spare key and instructions to call if anything moved. Katya would put her boots on and walk the twelve minutes to the monastery in the dark with her flashlight and her notebook and two or three hours of quiet.She told herself it was practical. The site was less distracting at night. No workers, no questions, no phone calls from the city council about permits. Just the building and the work and her own brain, which was when she did her clearest thinking.The real reason was that the building was beautiful at night. Snow on the old stones, the whole courtyard silver under the moon. She'd stand in the middle of it sometimes and just look, and feel something settle in her chest that didn't settle anywhere else.She was in the chapel on a Wednesday when Dmitri found her.* * *The chapel was her

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