Alpha Dimitri Novel Mga Nobela at Kwento

Dimitri tried to run but without any ground that he could step on, he could not even tell if he is actually moving at all. Dimitri did the only thing that a five-year-old child could do. He cried and called for his mother and his father. Dimitri is not one to cry easily, in fact, he hardly ever shows any emotion at all except for when he is alone with his parents. He has taken the role as the next Alpha seriously even at a young age and he was born with the talent to back it up. But the child inside Dimitri is screaming this time. He knows that he needs help.

"Dimitri." The aged cognac slid down Rhye’s throat as smoothly as honey. Liquid fire. "Alpha," Rhye breathed with a lift of his brow, easily recognising the expensive liquor. "I’m afraid to ask." Dimitri leaned against the sideboard, his arms folded over his chest. "Excuse me?" "You only break out the good stuff when you want something. Usually, something that includes blood, death, and/or war." "Is that any way to speak to your beloved council chief or your uncle?"

I found myself getting lost as I stared at the page for a second, and it was then that I genuinely forgot that I was in the Alpha’s office at all. “Can you read?” Dimitri said, snapping me out of my sudden daze. I snapped the book shut so fast the sound echoed. He had looked up from his papers, his gray eyes fixed on me with an expression I could not name. “I might be your slave,” I said, “but it doesn’t make me an illiterate.” He chuckled and shook his head at me, and my eyes hardened. “What?” I snapped. “You are not my slave.” He said casually.

We all entered Beta in the lead and Walter at the end to ensure that none of the sisters suddenly disappeared. Before we even see the Alpha, we hear Taylor's desperate pleas for Dimitri to let her go. Her voice sounds raspy as though she's spent begging and probably fighting for a long time to get her assailants to spare her. But Dimitri is deaf to her pleas, he ravages her while moaning all kinds of vulgar language and curses, the sound of their bodies slapping against each other fills the room. Beta Naria's teeth are chattering at this point, for he is all too aware that Dimitri will punish him mercilessly for taking us to this place. This newly crowned Alpha is a despot who reigns with an

However, Dimitri is my Beta and my boyfriend, and it was going to stay that way. "Look, Old Man," I said matching his glare. "Dimitri has done everything by the book. I don't know who you think you are, but you've no right to just show up here and meddle with my life. So, I'd really appreciate it if you butt out of my business." He looked taken aback at my defense, but I was an Alpha, and I didn't like being told what to do, no matter who was doing the telling. His shock slowly turned to pride which confused me, though I didn't let it show, I held my glare.

I mused, interrupting her train of thought. “Dimi killed him,” she didn’t even bat an eyelash. When she registered the horror on my face, she added, “I forget that you don’t know about pack politics. That was the only way for Dmitri to take over as Alpha, and name me Luna.” I don’t think my facial expression made her feel she’d reassured me. “He was not a nice man,” she whispered, frowning. “Dmitri knew that his ‘mate’ had already been arranged for him…” she shrugged, “he saved me from being forced into my own arranged pairing to another pack’s Alpha who had lost his mate and had no heir.”

Dimitri’s fists clenched, his voice rising, desperate. “How dare you stand there like that?” he spat. “You’re a pathetic excuse for an Alpha! Is this how you’re going to rule the pack? By siding with the enemy?” No one spoke. No one moved. The battlefield was silent. And then— “I was right,” Dimitri seethed. His voice dripped with venom, his lip curling in disgust. “I was right not to give you the title! You’re weak! You’re a failure! You—”

No no no no no. "That'll be him now," Dimitri stood. "Come in!" The door opened and a man walked in. He was tall, broad-shouldered, with dark hair and sharp features. He moved with the easy confidence of someone who knew exactly who he was and what he was worth. Everything about him screamed alpha. He looked strong and capable. Everything I wasn't in that moment. "Alpha Rowan," Dimitri moved around the desk, extending his hand. "Thank you for coming on such short notice."

His hand found mine, and through the binding I felt the truth of it—the horror he had witnessed, the guilt he carried, the reason he had spent years building Shadow Moon into a sanctuary for those who had nowhere else to go. "They made you watch," I whispered. "They made me participate." The confession broke something open between us—a final wall crumbling, a last secret falling away. Dimitri had sins in his past that he had never spoken aloud, crimes committed under orders he couldn't refuse, before he became the Alpha who protected instead of hunted. I squeezed his hand and made a decision. "Then we're going to tear it down."

“And we’ll send them in chests, its lock, shaped to answer only my wards. But it'll be a gift that protects itself. Let them see we trade in ingenuity, not empty praise.” “Also…” Novelio hesitated, his fingers twitching as though he were balancing an unseen coinery. “Their Alpha’s been… moving pieces. Quietly. Too quietly. Word is, they’re hunting something or someone of great value...or threat. I couldn’t stay long enough to learn what.”