Dimitri Novels & Stories

"Alpha, Nicholas. While I don't know him on a personal level, I do know who he is." Everyone's attention falls on my mate as Nick signals for her to carry on while my gut twists and already I have absolutely no doubt that whatever she's about to tell us next will result in me ending that prick's life. "His name is Talon Beckham. He's one of the leaders of the... pack, and unfortantly, he is my mate." Yeah, he's going to die!

He said, "I approve of your relationship with Ariel . I will reject her as my mate after the war as I have already told her, and then Elle and I can continue with our relationship." Damien's words really surprised Alex . Was this really the Damien he knew? He might have been another one because the main Damien, the one that Alex knew would never act like this. He would never speak in a tone as calm as this while talking about a sore topic. He would never have forgiven Alex so easily like that especially with the terrible fight they'd had the other day. What surprised Alex the most was that Damien, a highly possessive person, would be willing to give up his goddess given mate to another man a

he said with a smirk. Dimitri is tall and bulky. He is not muscular like Alessandro or even Carlos. But he looks fit without his stomach protruding out. He has a goat and a lot of piercings on his face. His nose, tongue, eyebrows, and his ears are pierced. With black eyeliner around his eyes, he looks scary. But Carlos is used to Alessandro who scares him the most. So he is not at all intimidated by Dimitri. "Tsk Tsk Tsk, Dimitri, it's that girl for whom you are going to greet your maker soon. My cousin will not give you a nice death if you even try to harm her" Carlos warned the biker leader.

Dimitri spoke loudly. Knock ! Knock ! Knock ! the knocks were more frantic now. “Go away, right now!” Dimitri barked. "Sorry boss, but this is urgent," it was Taron, and his voice was a bit panicked. "Don't change your mind," Dimitri warned her as he moved back up and kissed her on her lips. "Just stay here in this very perfect position, I will be back," he stressed, and sucking hard on one of breasts, he groaned and moved to open a slit in the door

came Finn’s crisp voice at the other end. Dimitri’s voice was low and deliberate, laced with amusement. “There’s going to be a little gift for Mr. Kai. You know what I mean.” There was a brief pause before Finn replied confidently, “Understood, boss.” “Good,” Dimitri said simply, then ended the call. He slipped his phone back into his pocket and adjusted his cufflinks, his smirk widening as if he’d already won a silent victory. Turning on his heel, Dimitri made his way to the VIP room.

She said ok and I left. As soon as I left the room I text Connor and went to Maestro's office. I told Maestro we were waiting on Connor because I just heard something. When Connor got there I just got into it and asked him if he knew a Dimitri. The blood drained from my cousin's face which is something I've never seen. He told us that Dimitri is head of the Russians. I in turn told them what Abby saw and what she said. Connor said he is going anywhere until he finds out what Dimitri is doing. Just when I thought life would be easy more seems to happen.

I asked, offering a polite, measured smile. “Of course, of course,” he drawled, his thick Russian accent coloring every word. “But we’ll have to leave our men outside… this is a confidential deal, you know?” Theo scoffed. “Hell no.” “No, it’s fine, Theo,” I said, moving closer to him. Dimitri was at least fifty, and I had the advantage in both height and size. He wouldn’t try anything. “Let’s make it quick, then, before your boy comes after me,” Dimitri laughed.

Every breath dragged the scent of sex deeper into my head—skin, oil, cum, sweat. Liam’s hand was still locked around my ankle. He had not spoken since Soren left. The structure did not require his commentary. It only required that the baseline remain unbroken for the next name. The tablet chimed once. Dimitri entered three minutes later. He was broader than Soren, denser through the chest and shoulders, with dark close-cropped hair and a short beard that framed a mouth set in a permanent line of concentration. A thin scar cut through his left eyebrow.

“I asked your name. I want to know the name of the pathetic prick who needs to kidnap a woman to feel powerful.” He paused, “A tiny spark of the fire remains! Good. Don’t worry, Aryn. You will know my name intimately. You will remember it every night when you wake up screaming.” He leaned against the table, running a perfectly manicured finger across the cold steel. “My name is Dimitri. Dimitri Volkov. And I suggest you commit it to memory, because it is the name that will make you shake with terror for the rest of your short, miserable life.”

ELENA DUVAL Dimitri held my hand as he shut the bedroom door behind us. “Why do you have a picture, Ivan Gambino,” My gaze briefly went over the other pictures I had picked up from the table before leaving. Confusion etched in my face as I met with Dimitri's. “He's a Slovakian. Part of the Mafia. The Slovakian don himself,” Dimitri straightened. “He took over after I killed his brother, Boris Gambino,”