บททั้งหมดของ Bratva Wolves Collection: บทที่ 61 - บทที่ 70

Prologue - Lily, 19 Years Old Given to the Russian mafia; my brother truly had no respect for me. How can I consciously describe the anger that I am feeling right now? Sitting on a million-dollar private jet and heading for New York, I feel like nothing more than a slave sold off to appease an Alpha, even if that Alpha looked like he had zero interest in me. How could my brother do this to me? After everything I have done to show him that I am worthy of being his Beta! After all the training I went through, the beatings, the abuse! He promised me that he would consider me for the role if I completed my training, but what did I expect from a beast who has murdered three of his wives? I clench my jaw, then look at the two men in front of me; both imposing and tall with the air of Russian royalty about them. Kai Volkov was everything the rumours said and more; tall, built like a panzer tank, and no emotion evident in his blue eyes. The intimidation in his scent is enough to keep me

KonstantinSitting opposite me, looking as beautiful as the first time I saw her, is the woman I thought would always be at my side. She waits for something from me, staring at me with her beautiful, big blue eyes and her lips withdrawn in a pout.Her words hit me harder than I expected, and right now, I feel nothing but anger and a sense of possession. Lily is mine; she has always been mine, and yet… How wrong could I have been? Of course, she would meet her mate. Who was I to think that she would be mine forever just because she’s scentless?I return her smile, knowing she’s only seeking my approval at the fact she wants to leave, but unfortunately, I cannot give that right now.“Congratulations, Lily,” I say, leaning forward and touching her cheek again. She belonged to someone else, yet… whenever I touch her like this, it drives me crazy. My fingers burn when I touch her skin, even when we’r

Konstantin How am I going to survive my days with this inept person taking Lily’s place? I’ve watched him make a fool out of himself for the last few hours, and Lily has had to jump in to save the day as usual. Will I have to whip him into shape when she leaves? Because it looks like he’s in no way ready to be my PA, much less my second in command and most trusted. I don’t know if it’s the bitterness at her leaving that has put me in this mood, but there is a sick feeling in the pit of my stomach, knowing she will no longer be here. She was mine, but then again, she wasn’t. To say that I will miss her is putting it lightly; it already feels like a part of myself is missing. And now I have to watch as Stefan lusts after her the entire night. He’s taken a liking to her, I can tell. Who wouldn’t? For the step sister of a Lycan beast, Lily is beautiful, but the worst part is that she doesn’t know this. From the curve of her hips t

Lily Oh, God, I’m in trouble, especially with the way he sounded over the link. He’s pissed off with me for putting him on the spot in front of Zephyr; I know he is. But why meet me in the woods behind the old mansion? Shaking my head, I train my ears and search for him by scent, leading me to a small clearing about a mile from the mansion. “Konstantin?” I call out, not seeing him at all, but then a pair of silver eyes meet my gaze, and Konstantin saunters out in his wolf form. I’ve always admired the Volkov wolves with their large frames, obsidian fur and powerful forms. Where Kai was a hulking mass of power, Konstantin was more lithe, even if he was twice my wolf’s size. “Why have you called for me?” I ask, still confused as to why I am here. Konstantin snarls, bearing his teeth, then shifts back into his human form - and I gasp. I’ve seen him naked before, plenty of times after we’ve hunted together. It always gives me a th

Lily I don’t know what it is that wakes me up first - the searing pain at my wrists or the constant, painful slamming inside of me. Where am I? I can’t even remember what happened before this… When I try to open my eyes, they flutter closed again, and my mouth is incredibly dry. Groaning, I try to move, but the burning at my wrists stops me, and I cry out. This pain causes me to slowly take in my surroundings and what is currently happening to me. Someone is sexually assaulting me. I am suspended from the ceiling by silver chains, and there’s a continuous mist of wolfsbane being sprayed into the air while I am being violated. I try to move, twisting myself away from my assailant, but he holds me in place. His scent seems familiar, but it’s not one I can place. “You’re finally awake,” a sick shiver goes up my spine as I realise who it is. Hot tears slip down my cheeks as he continues to slam into me harder, gripping my