Novel & Cerita Dorian Pavus

Mávros’s mood can get. “Oh, no.” Concern laced Marie’s tone. “Did the sexy devil forget the date again?” She was clearly trying to cheer me up by using ‘sexy devil.’ Mr. Mávros is a handsome guy with a towering 6’2 height, black curly locks, blue eyes, kissable lips, and perfect jaw for a Greek God. Yes, he has the body of a super-god-dammed-hot-model, and if he isn’t as moody as a girl with menstrual cramps, I’d say he is fucking perfect, but sadly he’s not perfect at all. Far from it. “I don’t know, I haven’t even finished the reports for the Rome project,” I said in between sighs, rubbing my temple in circles with my thumb, forcing my eyeglasses to move up to my hair.

he says and adds,"I guess" His brown hair is dancing along with the wind. He really needs a haircut soon. Very soon as a matter of fact. Dorian Farber is the capital pack's Gamma. He is twenty one and it has been three years since he took the title and responsibilities from his father. And he is also an idiot who sometimes forgets that I hadn't shifted yet so my reflexes are not like the wolves who shifted. I am not that fast yet. But I will be. From tomorrow. And no one can stop me then.

Breathing in heavily, I closed my eyes as I opened the book. The First Beta Dimitrio Islin was born and raised in Pennsylvania. At the age of 16, he became the first beta to Alpha Vincent Harlyn and together, they led the Blood Moon Pack in unison. At the age of 24, a beautiful rogue named Malia appeared in their territory and was about to get killed by their own kind when he felt a strong connection pulling her close to him. I gasped as I read it. Beads of sweats started to form on my forehead. What is this? Why does it feel like I can relate to the story?

CASPIAN The universe has a twisted sense of humor. Of all the faces I imagined walking through that door for an interview at my company, his was the last. Dorian. Fucking. Keene. High school golden boy. The self-declared Alpha who once made it his goddamn mission to grind me into dust. And now he’s sitting across from me—his knees lightly bouncing, his eyes darting, and he was smiling like an eager little lamb on his first day as a staff in my company.

This version was thinner, hollowed out by whatever price he'd paid for the choices he'd made. “I’m not here to cause trouble,” he said. “Just needed to see it… what I lost everything trying to control.” Lucas instinctively stepped between him and Elias. “How did you find us?” Dorian shrugged. “I have connections. Don’t worry. I’m not staying. Just… needed to see where it all ended.” Elias shook his head. “It didn’t end. Not for us. This is just our beginning.” Dorian gave a quiet, bitter chuckle. “That’s what scared me. You didn’t just lead. You made people believe. That’s what made you powerful.”

“I’ll just pick one.” His lips formed a faint smile. “If you like three flavors, you can try them, Soraya. You can get any ice cream you want.” I blinked, surprised. “Are you sure? I think they’re really expensive.” He chuckled. “Expensive?” He leaned back in his seat, his eyes filled with amusement. “Who do you think your mate is, Soraya? I’m Darius Dovenia.”

Dorian’s body tensed as he watched the man cross the floor with purpose, not looking at anyone yet commanding the attention of everyone. He leaned slightly toward his butler, who had quietly followed a few paces behind. “Who is he?” Dorian asked under his breath, not taking his eyes off the man. The butler’s gaze followed, and his face paled. “That’s Laxiel Monteserat,” he whispered. “They call him The Phantom Wolf in the American underworld. He disappeared for years… many thought he was dead.” Dorian frowned, the name sparking something faint—rumors he'd heard in his youth, stories too shadowed and obscure to verify.

Didn’t he say he had dismissed the staff? Curious, I followed the scent toward the kitchen. The first thing that greeted me was a toned, bare back, broad shoulders shifting beneath warm skin with every movement. I blinked and rubbed my eyes, convinced I was still half-asleep. But no. Standing in front of the stove with a spatula in his hand and his hair slightly disheveled was Dorian. Alpha Dorian. The most feared man in the pack. Cooking.

“You’re incredibly predictable, Sword Bearer. Why don’t you relax a little? You can talk to me, I understand creatures like you.” “Reeve’s scent is wrong! What did you do to him?” “Oh, come on. Stop acting like an Alpha who just lost his mate. You’re just reacting to the drugs in your system.” “Don’t mess with me!” I tightened my grip until the veins in Dorian’s neck stood out. “That’s just the effect of my earlier formula,” Dorian said coldly, his voice dripping with arrogance. He pointed to a glass bottle filled with a disgusting-looking liquid. “I’m developing a new stabilizing formula for Reeve.”

Nothing lifethreatening. I nodded through it all, pretending to listen. Pretending to be the worried husband. “I should get her things from the car,” I said finally. The doctor gave me directions to the garage. I left, grateful for an excuse to breathe. The elevator dinged softly. I stepped in, hit “Garage.” Just as the doors began to close, a hand slid through the gap. The doors bounced open. Dorian Vega stepped in like a punchline I wasn’t ready for,ripped jeans, black tshirt, leather jacket hanging off one shoulder. His hair was messy, his eyes sharp. He looked like sin on legs.