Mikhail
“Heard you have found your mate”
I tighten my jaw at the cunning voice that follows while the unwelcome guest walks into my study.
“Who let you in?” I almost growl, lifting my head from the documents before me and now facing the lean muscular man, who has an annoying grin on his face as he walks in.
“Oh come on bud, grow up, I’m not a little kid anymore, and I’m certainly not scared of those dark gazes you try to scare me away with. Besides, you’ve bullied me enough; you should begin to face redemption.”
Darius Petrov— an enemy that considers himself a childhood friend ignoring the fact I’ve tried to kill him twice. As always, he flops himself on my couch as if he had the right to.
I scoff and continue flipping through the pages of the document that contains the next year’s pack budget.
“Oh come on man, you have a mate now, you need to drop the bad habits, you don’t want the first mistake repeating itself right?”
I snap my gaze at Darius at his words. The grin on his face tells me he’s trying to provoke me on purpose and I have no plan to deal with him.
“Get out”
“Aren’t you curious about how I got the information about you finding your new mate?” Darius continues, his voice laced with his sly attitude.
There’s no reason for me to be curious. I am not surprised that he is aware, he doesn’t have the name ‘nosey Alpha’ for just nicknames. He certainly does live up to his name.
“Leave Darius,” I growl, now glaring at him.
Don’t get the scene twisted, Dariusand I are acquaintances and maybe closer, despite all my trials to kill him, and all the trauma I have caused him since we were kids, the pest still sticks by my side every damn time.
“Too bad,” He begins as he rises to his feet, shrugging while he displays a pitiful expression.
“I was about to give you some information about your mate, it’s late already, I should take my nosey ass home.” Darius turns away, but before he’s gets to the door, my body has already taken action without thinking…as always.
I fling a punch at his face after turning him to face him. I watch as he staggers to the ground, blood spilling from his lower lip, indicating I have torn his lip.
The bastard laughs, neither of us fazed by any of our actions. I push him to the ground while he continues laughing.
“You know, you should keep the play for your mate and her soon-to-be-husband. I’m just an innocent friend tryna help”
His words fades to the background leaving the ‘soon-to-be-husband’ part out.
I can feel a vein pulsing in my forehead as I glare down at Darius, who I’m close to punching to death.
“What did you say?”
“What did I say? I mean I’ve said a lot, I think the part of destroying my face should stand out more”
I channel all energy to my fist and slam it across his cheek, causing his face to swing the other way. The blood that spills more, pushes me to grab his collar, as I suddenly crave to see more blood, the metallic scent that drives me wild, I want it flowing like a river.
“Fuck man! I shouldn’t have tried to help you”
“What the fuck do you mean by soon-to-be-husband?!” I growled, rage blinding me.
Then it hit me, Elena had mentioned something about her other mate. Fuck the moon goddess, there is no other mate. There can’t be and there won’t be. Elena is mine.
It’s not a matter of mate. The minute I witnessed her struggle while I held her wrist on that rainy night, I already imagined her beneath me, struggling and begging me. She has been mine from that minute.
“Who is the fucker?” I question Darius who can barely say a word now. I am choking him, I can’t recall wrapping my hands around his throat but now that it’s there, I suddenly want to squeeze the life out of him.
“Don’t make me repeat myself Darius, you know what I can do when I get mad” He’s well aware of that. For someone that has been with me through thick and thin, he knows I care less about anyone’s life when I’m blinded by rage.
“R-Raven’sClaw” He chokes out, his veins pulsing out, yet he doesn’t struggle. Of course he doesn’t he’s sure used to my tactics.
I push myself off Darius and arrange my clothes while I speak. “You will take me to her, Now”
Darius does obey, he knows better than to disagree to my commands. He also doesn’t seem to be against my plan to burn down every soul to get my mate. Though he tries his best to not show it, I'm well aware he does care for me, as a good friend. But I am the devil, I don’t need the care from anyone. I would kill him also when he’s no longer useful.
We arrive at a small garden, half of the seats are empty and I almost laugh at the sight as I step down from the car. It’s a shame, I won’t be able to meet the imagination I created while I was on the way to this Raven’sClaw pack.
I had a whole series of image of how destroying Elena’s wedding will be. It was supposed to be so fucking estactic.
I wanted to have her watch every single attendee die before her, while their blood spills all over her, as for her other mate. I don’t plan to kill him, but I will certainly leave a mark, that will cause him to hate Elena, to curse at her and want to kill her for the suffering she puts him through.
Just thinking about it again sends excitement bubbling in my chest.
“Well, well. I wasn’t sent an invitation card” I speak when I’m right before the little audience and right behind the stage where a man on red suit and the familiar slim figure stands.
“Who are you?” The man in the red suit is the first to turn to me, brows knitted and face scrunched in disgust while my angel is standing still, as if refusing to turn to meet my gaze.
Well, I relish on the opportunity of eye fucking her from behind.
Fuck, she looks so fucking good on white. The dress is ugly, that’s a fact, but her slender body had made it all perfect. The way the dress hugs her curves, her well shaped ass and her exposed back.
My cock twitch at the thought of fucking her in that dress right before her disabled husband.
“I asked who are you?!” The man is starting to yell, and my grin falls. Who gave him the right to yell?
“Alpha Mikhail, no way” The whispers from my behind increases and it’s clear everyone is familiar with me here aside the bride and groom. Well for the bride, I have already bursted that bubble.
“Elena? Are you going to tell him, or would you like me to speak for you?” I slip my hands into my pocket, no longer finding anything fun. It’s getting boring.
But just when I’m about to turn and start the show, she turns. My angel turns to me.
Goodness. She’s hot.
“Are you trying to run from me, Angel?” I cock a brow, and tilt my head to side, while I watch her face harden.
“Get out” She scowled.
“Okay” I lift my hand in surrender.
“What?” She seems surprised about my instant agreement, but I contine to play her game while I turn from her to staring at the crowd and choosing my first victim.
The kid. A little boy who seems to be not more than five of age, his ginger hair coiled and his freckles that projects his innocence.
I smirk, before walking to the boy and crouching to his level, his mother at his side seems too scared to even warn her baby. So sad. But it’s good that he doesm’t know what I am about to do to him.
“A-Alpha–” Before his mother can speak more, I pull my gun out and bang. Sends him to his early grave.
It isn’t that bad, I gave him a fast and easy death, yet everyone is screaming and running like an earthquake has occured. So dramatic.
The mother on the other hand has dropped to the ground, her eyes wide, while her pupil enlarged. Only now do I notice the bumb.
I don’t plan to give her quick death though, that grace has expired.
And so I reach for her neck, pulling her to her feet while I continue to strangle her, watching in amusement as her feet leaves the ground. Yeah, even in another life, I will forever chose to be an Alpha. The strength, the power…I fucking love it.
“Mikhail, Stop!” The voice I wanted to hear. Hmm…so good, I can hear the pain in her voice and I fucking love it.
“Y-you know him?” The bastard stammers, and I toss the woman in my hands like trash before turning to them.
“Well, that was quite a dramatic introduction. Let’s go now, Elena, if you don’t want blood painting your white dress. As much as that will be such a turn on for me, I’m trying to considerate”
“What is wrong with you?!” She cries out, and I laugh at her question. I should be the one asking. Why is running from me?
“I reject you, I don’t want to be with you.”
That’s a bad move but even with the warning glare I shoot at her, she doesn’t stop there, instead she grabs the male’s hand and begins to run off.
“So you want to play the hunt game now? That’s fine. Run, my angel, I will haunt you down till you are mine.”
MikhailI had walked out of Elena’s room last night. I feared what I might do to her. Every goddamn time I’m trying to be good to her, she always finds a way to piss me off. I have my reasons for not giving my daughter a name. I can’t imagine the disaster that will occur when she’s registered and everyone discovers that she’s my daughter. I can’t bring out my vulnerable side to the world. Besides, the sicko is still out there; she won’t miss a chance to cause a scene. “Sir, your flight has been booked, and the meeting has been arranged.” A list is passed on to me from my secretary, Lizzy. “They all agreed to attend,” She continues while I flip through the pages of the list of officials in the targetted countries. Of course, I can’t jump right into meeting with their president and getting them to join hands with us again. But this alone is a huge step to getting what I want. “Wait, why is there an extra member?” I squint my eyes at the familiar name at the bottom of the list. Dari
ElenaTucking in honey–Esther to bed was quite easy, I didn’t have to sing lullabies and all. She does seem a little mature for her age, but then kids are unpredicatable, they can be scary at times. “She’s asleep?” My heart skipped a beat at Mikhail’s voice. I flinch and almost stagger, but I hope he didn’t notice. He did. With the way he tilts his head, squinting his eyes as if to ask, ‘Am I okay?’ “Yeah, she is,” I respond, trying my hardest not to stutter while I shift my gaze away from him. “And you…Are you fine, now?” I’m not, but I don’t want to bring up any discussion that has the possibility of leading me into blurting my conflicts and emotions. “Uhh…About Es-I mean honey bear…” “Is there a problem? Is she sick?” Mikhail questions about to walk past me to the sleeping child's room. I block him off. “She’s fine,” And now, I realize how close we are, so I jump back on impulse. He may perceive my reaction as dramatic and sketchy, but being close to him now that I have r
Elena “I’ve been looking for you,” I rush up to the little girl seated on the black stallion. Her eyes are wide, flabbergasted by the sight of me. She jumps down and meets me halfway, her wide eyes now sparkling with excitement as she throws herself at me. “I thought you would leave again,”My arms around her, a little taken aback by her statement, but then I recalled the last time I left, I had a fight with Mikhail, and he chased me away. She must have thought the same. Goodness, I feel more guilty now. “I’m not leaving,” I pull her gently, squatting to her height to have a better look at her. Her eyes are glassy with tears, her cheeks pink as her pout quivers. I still don’t understand why and how she got attached to me, when I’m not even her mother. “Don’t cry,” I stroke her cheeks, trying to assure her with my smile, but it doesn’t seem to be working. “Okay, how about this, I promise not to leave without letting you know first,” I begin, pulling out my pinky to portray since
Elena Two days had passed, and I’ve been rotting in my room. Daniela had been the only one coming in and out of my room. I haven’t seen little honey bear for the past two days. I feel guilty locking her out. Daniela doesn’t have to tell me, but she has been roaming around the hallways, trying to peep into my room. I actually expected her to walk in with Daniela last night, but she only shot me a small smile and walked down the stairs. Ugh, I feel so selfish. I reluctantly get off the bed and twist the doorknob, ready to step out. But then, I recall the reason I’ve kept myself locked in, and I quickly retreat as though the other side of the door holds my nightmare. Mikhail is my worst nightmare; falling for him doesn’t make it any better. It just makes me dread myself more. How long do I plan to hide? This is his house; if he gets fed up with my hiding away, he can burst in and make a scene. I release a long sigh, reaching for the doorknob again. At least I should do this for lit
Elena It’s hard for me to face him. Even after hearing his apology, the tightness in my chest doesn’t seize. It aches more hearing his voice. I just can’t stop thinking about how he acted out on me. He has done such several times before but…It hurts worse now, and I hate it more that I am pained by his actions. All I wanted was for him to say he did all that because he was scared for me, protecting me. Fine, I was being stubborn and letting my pride get over me, but still, it shouldn’t have pushed him into treating me like an unwanted, useless being. Goddess, if I should open my eyes anytime soon, I will break down in tears. Those early hours of brutality from him keeps ringing in my head and I just need space and time to think, even more; to disassoiciate myself from any developing feelings. I don’t know when it all began, when Mikhail’s hurtful words led my heart breaking with disappointment alongside, instead of just pain and anger. There’s Ezekiel, I should love Ezekiel. He’
MikhailThe meeting has been adjourned, I have nothing more to discuss with any of them, so I stand to my feet to leave, only to be stopped. “Mr. Sokolov, don’t you owe me a private chat?” President Schwoz states with a casual tone, still seated on his chair, while the rest of the officials are flooding outside, gossiping about how their plans did not work. They all expected to get rid of me, like they did to my father. That’s crazy. Thinking they can repeat the same bullshit. I turn back to Schwoz with a forced smile on my face. “I’ve said all I want, you’ve approved, I don’t think an extra chat would change anything.” Can this fucking end? I need to see her, to plead for her forgiveness. Fuck, it feels as if the more time passes, the more I lose my chance to get her to forgive me. Schwoz gets to his feet, approaching me with calculated steps. I still can’t understand how he’s keeping his features. A man who is approaching his late sixties, yet looks as though he’s in his early f