Dimitri Novels & Stories

"Sorry, I hope I ain't disturbing." "No. Of course not." I said, letting him know I had all the time it takes to hear him talk. His voice was deep but not as husky as Alpha Denver's, but he had this almost invisible dimple on his right cheek which even more complimented his beauty. "Well, my name is Dimitri, I'm a friend of your Alpha." "Oh, it's nice meeting you, Dimitri. I'm Skylar." As we shook hands, I felt an electric feeling through my veins, like it had come from his hands to mine.

I close the gap between us and stroke his face with my thumb. “You came,” I whispered. I frowned when he didn’t say anything. Dimitrius isn’t much of a talker, his dark sunglasses covered his eyes. His dirty blonde hair is tousled from the previous situation. Dimitrius is taller than Cato he has to be six foot two inches maybe more, his clothes straining against his muscles. A gasp escapes my lips when my back hits the cold merch of the tree and Dimitrius pushes himself against me. My heart beats faster and faster until his lips slam on mine. He grabs my waist, his fingers grazing against the expo

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She pulled Leah to her feet, dragging her away. My throat clogged with mucus, as Estella made her way to the door, hesitating at the handle. "You are an omega, and henceforth Nikolai's going to have to treat you as one."

“Your cousin?” “Matteo,” Dimitri clarified. “Unfortunately.” Ezra snorted before he could stop himself. “He’s unbearable.” Dimitri laughed. “Welcome to the club.” They studied each other. “You’re not what I expected,” Dimitri said. “What did you expect?” “Someone already broken.” Ezra straightened. “I’m not.” Dimitri’s smile softened. “Good. He needs resistance.” Ezra frowned. “He doesn’t need anything.”

Dimitri stood in the doorway, leaning against it while glaring at me. "Do you have any idea how many times I've called you? We need to go before the lead gets cold. Your hot secretary's distracted anyway. She can't know where we're going or she'll snitch." His Russian accent was thick in his words. Unlike me, who grew up among Americans long enough to adapt their way of speaking, Dimitri was full Russian. His jet-black hair fell into his eyes in waves. The viper tattoo that branded his neck flexed as he took a drag from the cigarette between his fingers.

FLASHBACK…. 5:30pm. Moscow skyline. “It's about time you came to Chicago.” Dimitri chuckled lowly, “The first Kalashnikov wedding, I couldn't miss it bràt.” “Glad to see you'd be present for my Omertà then.” Dimitri clenched his grip on the phone a little. Damien's ascension wasn't something he was looking forward to. “Alicia hun?” Dimitri asked almost sarcastically.

“Help yourself.” Dimitri grinned. “Don’t mind if I do.” Dimitri took a slow sip of his drink, his eyes sweeping over me before landing back on Alessandro. “So,” he drawled, “This is the woman who finally managed to tie down Alessandro Costello.” His lips twitched. “I have to admit, I expected someone... meaner.” I arched a brow, “And I expected someone taller.” Alessandro let out a low exhale, but Dimitri just laughed, “Oh, I like you, solnishko.”

Dimitri beamed at them. “You really are a proud father.” Xylia laughed as she said that. “Why wouldn’t I be? I love all my children,” Dimitri told her. “All five of you.” “Five!!!!” they all said at the same time. “Yes, five, you know about Magnusson and the others. When I was much younger, I had another son. His name is Pierce.” Dimitri smiles as he tells them about his son. “You never told me about that,” Rayne told him with a hint of sadness in her voice.

It ignites a rage within me that I dare not unleash for my own plight. When I shift my focus to his adversary, I understand why he believes that hope is gone. “It required five men to subdue the large one,” Lord Marius informs my father. “He took down three of them. He’s not very talkative, but we suspect he’s one of the alphas—likely from the Midnight Clan. Quite an impressive specimen, wouldn’t you agree?” The larger male embodies the essence of the untamed and rugged mountains from which he must have originated. He stands tall, with a pronounced jawline, and his muscular physique appears as if it has been sculpted from stone.