Daredevil Anatoly Novels & Stories

But that didn’t mean I needed to be a liability as well. Just suck it in like a big girl. The shuffle of heavy footsteps around the room registered at the back of my head, but I was far too exhausted to care. My eyes were pressed shut, attempting to mask the pain. “Get your fucking ass up.” My eyes shot open to see Anatoly leaning over me, pectorals bulging through his skin-tight shirt, almost the size of boulders—though it didn’t take away from the terrifying mask stretched tight over his face.

I had to get well, and get my child to safety. The healer stared at the empty vial, nodding in approval, as she yanked my top up. "Stay still." She pulled out another vial from the tray, rubbing the green slimy liquid it contained onto my stomach. I clutched my breath in, my body sore. "Where's Nikolai?" I blurted out. Her gaze narrowed. "You should be thankful the Alpha came in at the time that he did," she emphasized on the word Alpha, as if chastising me for my negligence. "If he had come in any later, you'd have lost the child, and your life in the complications."

“Guess I did.” Dean clapped him on the shoulder. “Man, I didn’t think you had it in you,I though it will be a tough one. Everyone thought you'd work hader for it.” “it really was hard,” Carlson said, forcing a grin. “But… yeah. It worked out.” Troy’s eyes narrowed from where he stood, arms crossed. “You sound proud.” Carlson shot him a look. “Why wouldn’t I be? It was a stupid dare, sure, but it’s done.”

They moved like men who trusted each other to cover their backs. One came first. Dante stepped out at the right moment and fired twice, the shots were clean. The body hit the ground hard, but there was no hesitation from the others. Another shot came from above, forcing Dante to dive back as concrete chipped beside his head. He moved deeper into the alley, vaulting a fence and landing hard on the other side. His shoulder screamed in protest, but he ignored it and kept moving, firing upward until a shape collapsed from the rooftop. That left two.

I felt a deep, bitter disappointment, but couldn’t resist asking the question I had buried in my heart. “You used to date him, didn’t you? You chose me because I was the one most like him, right?” Clara was silent. “Who told you that?” she finally asked. Tears welled in her eyes and spilled over despite herself. I took a deep breath, pulled out my phone, and showed her a video. It had been sent from an unknown number, yet the angle was startlingly clear. In a dimly lit bar corridor, Ethan, probably drunk, was being supported by Clara as they walked outside.

The day after I proposed to my fiancée, she sent me a message out of nowhere saying it was over. I called her over and over, frantic, but she hung up every time. I sent message after message, and she read every one without replying. I even went looking for her, but she was nowhere to be found. It was not until I collapsed onto the couch, completely drained and white as a sheet, that I finally saw a new social media post from her childhood friend. [Only Ellery would actually go through with it. She drew the dare to dump her fiancé cold—no explanation, nothing—and she really did it. Absolute legend!] I read it, then replied to her message: [Got it.]

Again. Seeing Anatoli like this, primed up to kill, was terrifying. Perched on the edge of his seat, he was cold. Calculating. Merciless. Stony-faced and with his jaw set, he looked like a warrior, a demon, ready to unleash hell to save his daughter. Yet, he didn’t let go of my hand… making me wonder if he couldn’t because he was so desperate for a link to something good amid the darkness.

He takes a step closer. I step back, hitting the table. Nowhere to go. "April West." He tests the name, rolling it over his tongue like he's tasting wine. Like he's memorizing it. His gaze drops to my mouth, still swollen from his kiss, and something dark and hungry flashes across his face. "Do you know who I am, April West?" I shake my head frantically. "No. No, I swear. I just needed the money. It was a stupid dare. I'll leave. I'll never come back. I'll—"

Darius ask, panting as he moves to me. “It involves your accident with the lady” He adds, whispering. I nod, shooting a glare in her direction before taking Darius to a secluded space. Changing back to my human form, I ask rather impatiently. “What is the matter? What did you stop me?” I reached my hand for a new pair of black pants and white long sleeved shirt stretched forward by one of my omegas. “My lord, your matter is more serious than we thought it to be at first. Habo found something…unpleasant”

Drake growled. Suddenly, his eyes turned red; he was fuming mad as he transformed. He runs towards the rouge, who transforms into a werewolf and mercilessly scratches his back. He wasn’t contented; he attacked the rouge, and then Drake beheaded the rouge until it transformed into a human, lying on the ground, lifeless. They fought the other rouge and howled angrily. “That’s for poisoning my stray!” Drake gritted his teeth as he beheaded them all. Beta Dillon picked up the poison's antidote and gave it to the alpha.