Aleksander Morozova Novels & Stories

she stuttered “ then I don’t see the issue of you coming back with me?” I questioned “ I just I’m not going back there” she mumbled walking out of the kitchen “ there has to be something she isn’t telling us” Creed addressed “ she isn’t hiding something, she has a past in the US. One that you can tell wasn’t so pleasant. Instead of pressuring her to go back Alexander maybe try to find out why she’s so hell bent on not” grandma shrugged walking out of the kitchen as well

“But he didn’t show it. Not the way others do. He buried it. Deep. And let the bitterness shape him.” “And Nivera?” Serena asked. “His wife?” Alexandro’s jaw flexed slightly. “She wasn’t his mate. She was… chosen. She was a slave once. Captured during a skirmish in the north. He made her his queen. And from what little I know… she obeys. She doesn’t question him. And they say she’s the most beautiful woman in the Night Walker kingdom.” Something twisted in Serena’s chest. She hadn’t expected that detail to sting.

the someone cut me off. "Her name is Annabelle Siromani, my daughter."

He piled them onto his plate. Dmitri glanced up from his paper, his antlers hung with pine cones. Leshys were famously bad at accessorizing. “A domovoi never lies. You would be wise to heed Osya's words.” “Osya can dance with Morena,” Morozko said, referring to the Slavic goddess of winter and death. He glanced at Anya. “I need a human's affection like I need a sword in the side. Like I said, she is my decoration, nothing more. Cute, but a useless trinket. She cannot dance, can she?”

But the moment the doors creaked open again, all conversation halted. The Bratva had arrived. First came Alexei Morozov and his sister Natalia, stepping in with quiet dominance. Alexei wore a navy suit that sculpted his athletic build. Natalia’s navy ball gown sparkled beneath the chandeliers. Her updo and long gloves added a vintage edge to her calculated beauty.

he ridiculed her. Although her strength wasn't enough to win against the numerous she-wolf, Tatiana knows that she can at least put a fight a while longer. Further, even if Tatiana felt down upon hearing him looking down at her all the time, she still pursued her promise to her family to walk out alive. And that one pledge she ought not to break whatever happens. Thus, she ignored the Alpha and that made Alpha Mraz seethes in madness. Without a word, Tatiana was caught off guard when Alpha Mraz grasped her neck. With a tight squeeze, she got choked, unable to breathe.

I say. Moving closer I continue holding her hand, “My name is Alpha Kate Adams, Alpha to the Golden Moon Pack,” she says proudly. I recognize who she is immediately. She is the one of few female Alphas and the toughest female Alpha our generation has ever seen. I am excited to have a mate who will bring excitement to my life. I smile at her pulling her closer to me, “Well Alpha Kate, we should have a dance, don’t you think?” I say pulling her to the dance floor as tingles move between us.

Andrei laughed loudly. Among these men, Andrei Morotov had the nastiest reputation. He's known for being so dirty when it comes to sex. He wasn't satisfied with just one woman in bed. Andrei Morotov wanted to fuck multiple women at a time, and he wanted his women wild and experienced. He was the most animalistic of their group when it came to sex. “Dammit!” Jax cursed softly.

"His daughter." Ace came off the wall. "She is seventeen years old," he said. "She has been alone in a room for over a month. She reads everything. He did all of this because he had no other way to get her back." Ace looked at Nikolai directly. "Let him help you find her." The room was completely silent. Nikolai's grip loosened. Then it released. Morozov lay still on the floor with his hands open, not fighting. Like a man who had run out of things to fight for and was waiting to see what came next.

On the top floor, the steel door was already open. Morozov stood by the shattered, harbour-facing window. He was older than I expected, silver-haired, broad-shouldered, and dressed with the controlled elegance of a man who had spent his life commanding violence from a distance. He did not turn immediately. “I wondered which of you would come.” Axel raised his weapon. “Elara came to the end of it.” Morozov finally faced us. His eyes settled on my stomach first, then my face. “Yes,” he said calmly. “She always chooses endings.”