Alya Sometimes Hides Her Feelings In Russian の小説・ストーリー

Lyra places her hands on her hips, looking me over with a judgmental squint. “Because, my tragic little Alpha, this is your grand return. Do you want these people whispering about how you look like you just crawled out of the woods?” “I did just crawl out of the woods,” I mutter. She ignores me, spinning toward her walk-in closet. “We’re going for ‘powerful, untouchable Alpha queen’—not ‘feral child raised by wolves.’” “I was raised by wolves,” I point out. She reemerges with a gorgeous silk gown in hand, looking unimpressed. “Don’t be difficult.”

But her body leaned ever so slightly away from him like her soul hadn’t yet reconciled with her decision. That should’ve been enough comfort. But it wasn’t. Ayala avoided his gaze once she saw him. She talked to him, smiled politely when spoken to, and even laughed once—though it sounded more like a hiccup caught between breath and restraint. But she didn’t look at Vladimir. Not once. Not even when Alexei, in a show of galling performance, placed his arm around her shoulders for a photo op. The flash caught her in that exact moment—half turned, mouth parted, uncertain.

I added, and she nodded. She turned to leave but paused. I noticed she had something to say, but for some reason, she's just hesitating to say it. "Let it out," I had said to her. "Aliya isn't the type to go easy. She's ruthless and not lenient. Be careful." I noticed the discomfort in her eyes as she said these words. Nervousness also courses through her. "What do you mean?" I couldn't help but ask, and she only shook her head without a response.

Her vanilla-scented perfume filled the air, and her perky chest was on full display thanks to her V-neck blouse—which, honestly, didn’t even try to conceal anything. “Aliya is a great woman, and I love her,” I stated. Saying I loved a Van Alen wasn’t an easy task—it felt like I was betraying my entire family and everything I stood for. “Come on, Nick. You know I’m better than her in every way. It hurts to know I didn’t find you first, but that shouldn’t be a problem we can’t solve,” Nala murmured, trailing her fingertips along my cheekbone. “I see how you look at me, boo.”

She found herself looking for him, waiting for those stolen moments when their eyes would meet, feeling a kinship she couldn't explain, a pull that was as relentless as the tides. Yet, despite the growing connection, she never dared to speak to him, never dared to cross the invisible line that separated them. He was the Alpha, a figure of authority and power, and she was Avla, the girl with the abusive father, the girl who was barely there, the girl with tangled blonde hair and dreams that seemed forever out of reach.

Author's point of view... "It's not easy to be a Princess" Alina's low voice caught Scarlett's attention at once. She couldn't help but pour out her mind, "What did you say? What makes you, a princess, talk in such a manner? Alina, did something happen?" Scarlett's thoughts were full of worries. Alina had not visited her in a few days, and Scarlett could tell she was upset. Alina sighed as her eyes welled up with tears before turning to face her and answering.

She shrugged her shoulders before reading the message. “Words fail to describe how beautifully you shine. I got drawn to you, the moment I saw you.” ––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––– "What the fuck!" Alya breathed dramatically through the phone.

I was extremely angry. Her friends were standing behind her, laughing at me really hard. I knew Lilith was trying to make me lose my temper and show my vampire teeth, but Samantha was quick to calm me down. "Do your worst, Aliya. I double-dare you," Lilith said loudly, a sly smile sneaking onto her face. "Don't listen to her. Don't fall into her trap," Samantha reminded me with a soft whisper. I stood up straight and stared right into Lilith's eyes. Just by looking at her, I could tell what she was thinking.

I narrowed mine. “Please don’t make a comment,” I said. She smiled, perfectly composed. “I did not say anything.” She said, raising her hands in mock surrender. “I have a dark feeling that you had something in mind,” I said, and she smiled. “I assure you, Luna, I was not.” She set the cart down and waited. “Tea,” I told her. “And coffee for Alpha Romanov. Nothing fussy, just here, by the window.” Yelena’s mouth twitched in a way that suggested she was enjoying this more than she admitted. “It seems to me that you are starting to learn Alpha Romanov’s taste.”

Serena: By the time Anna led me toward the eastern wing, I had stopped trying to make sense of anything Alexander had done that night. None of it sat right with me. I did not like it, I did not trust it, and I certainly did not trust him. Anna walked a few steps ahead, glancing back every so often as though she expected me to collapse from whatever she imagined had happened in Alexander’s chambers. Her concern was gentle and clumsy at once, and it made me more irritated than grateful.