Alex Volkov Book Character Novels & Stories

Then there was Yuri, Dmitri’s younger brother, a wiry sadist who preferred knives to guns and had a fetish for blood play. His lovers, male and female, often left his bed with scars, their moans mixing with whimpers as he cut just deep enough to mark. Rounding out the crew was Alexei, the tech genius, lean, bespectacled, and deceptively soft-spoken, hacking banks and police databases while fucking his way through college boys in dark web chatrooms. The Volkovs’ headquarters was a fortress-like warehouse, steel-plated and bristling with armed guards. Inside, Dmitri held court on a raised platform, a throne of polished oak overlooking crates of smuggled AKs.

AVA POV: If I had to describe Alex Volkov, a litany of words came to mind. Cold. Beautiful. Ruthless. Genius. “Patient” wasn’t one of them. It wasn’t even in the top thousand. But over the past few weeks, I had to admit I might have to bump it up on the list, because he’d been nothing but patient as he guided me through a series of visualization and meditation exercises to prepare me for my first real swimming session.

I decide that the mob boss probably wouldn't locate his bedroom close to the servants living space and head down the empty hallway. While I carefully take small, nervous steps down the hallway, I notice many pictures of many different (what seems to be) mafia leaders who are all Russian. The first one is from the 1800's and I follow more and more until I finally stop at the last one: the man who's attention I had caught this morning. His name is Andrei Volkov. As I start to admire his handsomeness on the picture even more, I notice there's a door right beside me. The closer I come to the door, I begin to hear someone yelling very angrily in what must be Russian.

I remembered that I fell unconscious because of the gore I saw but I didn't expect myself to wake up in a luxurious bright room in front of a Greek god. "Stay away from me," I said to him trying to be confident but my legs were shaking, they felt like jelly, they were going to bail on me. "I am not going to hurt you noisemaker," He said calmly, his deep voice echoed soothingly in my ears. "But.. but you are Valentin Rostislav and Alexei.." I paused my words and my eyes widened in shock. Alexei had tattoos, looked different and killed Mateo, Reuben and Brandon. He almost killed Karol and it seemed like he knew Karol.

She pleaded. Silence echoed, deep and mournful until her voice echoed throughout the room. “I, Angelica Sokolov, daughter of Late Alpha Nikolai Sokolov, reject Alpha Alexei Ivanov as my Mate.” She clenched her heart tightly while I closed my eyes and accepted the rejection.

Alberto pulled him up to me, his hand hanging around Alexis's neck, " Elinda! Meet my favorite buddy, Alexis Kozlov, the Do...Aah...He is my best friend and the head of Dark Crescent Mauranders. We went to the same university." Fuckfuckfuck! Why did I have the worst luck? Alexis Kozlov? Why did I feel like I had never heard this surname of him before? I bit my lips together, unable to keep the rage and pain within me. Alberto cleared his throat before asking awkwardly, " You...you don't know about Dark Crescent Mauranders, do you?"

The bay door hissed open, and High Alpha Volkov walked out. He didn't look like a wolf. He wore a dark grey tactical coat, his silver hair neatly combed back. He didn't change form or growl. He walked through the old fortress's ruins like he was checking out a lab. Four Augmented guards followed him, moving together like robots. Volkov stopped ten steps away. He didn't look at Kael. His eyes were locked on Elara with an unsettling stare, like a collector finding something rare.

Milena~ What a vile creature! I once mapped out how my life would go but nature doesn't bend to what we want. It breaks us instead. I never imagined I would be sold by a mate and the man who sold me would share my space. I can’t decide which shocks me more; the fact he sold me off, fed me, clothed me, or his last words of wanting to share a room. Forging personality isn’t something suitable for an Alpha. Alpha Vladimir has been impossible to read since I woke up. And his last words cut deeper.

“Just… be happy, Sofia. That’s all I ever wanted for you.” He walks away. Disappears into the shadows. I feel Alessio’s hand on my shoulder. “You okay?” “I don’t know.” _ _ _ _ _ LUCA POV Viktor Volkov’s penthouse is exactly what I expected. Expensive. Cold. Empty. He’s already left. My intel said he’d be at the docks by now. Meeting with suppliers. Perfect. I walk through his office. Look at photos on his desk. His dead wife. Young Alessio. Family he abandoned.

Not perfect and not whole but okay. The Volkov legacy would continue. Broken, rebuilt, and somehow stronger for having survived the worst. THE END. THANK YOU DEAR READER. BIG LOVE TO ALL IRINA'S, DIMITRI'S AND ALEXEI'S LOVERS. BIG LOVE TO ALL THE CASTS LOVERS. BIG LOVE TO THE BETRAYAL AND BLOOD READERS, YOUR SUPPORT MEAN ALOT💙💙💙💙💙