Novel & Cerita Irina Denali

Faye replies. "I know," Irina says quietly. "I have been hearing about you for thirty years." Then she looks at Nadia. "Dmitri's daughter." "Yes." "I knew him briefly," Irina says. "He was a good man who made bad choices." "The same as everyone in this story?" Nadia asks. Irina studies her for a moment. "Yes," she says. "Especially me." She steps aside and opens the door wider. "Come in. There is coffee. And there is a great deal to explain."

my voice broke. She stopped short of my bedside, her disgusted gaze lingering on me longer than it had ever had. "Is that how to bow to your Luna?" Fiona barged through the door fangs baring. "You omega wenches need to be taught better." "Fiona?" Luna Estella cut in harshly. "No foul words in my presence." Fiona bowed courteously, the sides of her ball gown lifting into the air. "Forgive me mother." Estella Rydor and her daughter Fiona, the two most powerful women in the Silverpine pack, and the most dangerous.

I approached the guarded gate with no resemblance to that shy girl who'd been cast out. The two Beta guards, towering wolves both with Damon's cold eyes, immediately sighted me. "Well, well, well. Look what the wind blew back," sneered one. "The rejected Omega. See her still hanging around. Are you alive, little Annie?" "I need to see Alpha Damon," I said, trying to show confidence, although I was nothing but a shy, weak woman. The second guard laughed and clapped me on the shoulder with a heavy hand. "You really think the Alpha has time for something as hopeless as you? He's with Luna Cassandra, planning the expansion of the pack! Get lost before we have to drag you away!"

So noisy that it caught not only my attention, but others too. I walked closer, standing a bit far off where i could get a better view of the action. Irina stood there, her red hair held in a high ponytail with a few strands covering her delicate features. She wore a long sleeveless white dress that clinched somewhat at the waist and a fur coat. Her skin was pale and she wasn't wearing any makeup, which made her look very delicate and easily pitiable. She had her hands around her belly, standing there with an aggrieved expression. Even i........was moved to pity her in such state.

Leo replied as he came into the kitchen/living room. "He's not like Haden, is he?" I asked nervously. "Well... he's an Alpha," Leo said through gritted teeth. "We're all twats." "I see you're finally self-aware," I said. "Who is this Alpha?" I asked. "He's in the alliance and Alpha of a Russian pack called Polnoluniyesevera, which in English means Full moon of the north, a bit of a mouth full I know. Anyway, his name is Xander Kuznetsov, he's 21, mateless and likely to be the most powerful Alpha in Russia," Leo explained.

Dimitri had insisted she attend as family, but she might as well have been invisible for all the attention anyone paid her. Except me. I was painfully, agonizingly aware of her presence. "So, Mikhail," Irina said, shifting closer to me. "Tell me about yourself. What do you do when you're not being the fearsome leader?" I forced myself to focus on her and play the part. "Training, mostly. Border patrols. Pack business." "All work and no play?" She laughed, a musical sound. "There must be something you do for enjoyment." "I run and hunt." "I love to hunt," Her hand landed on my arm, fingers trailing down to my wrist. "Perhaps we could go together sometime. I would love to see you in action."

Irina Petrova's (Serrano) POV [P.S: For those who don't understand, Irina is Nikolai's mother and the ex-wife of Roman Serrano, Nikolai's father. Her maiden name is Petrova, hence the name change above.] >>>>> I stood by the tall, arched window of my study, the cool evening breeze caressing my night dress. My mind was lost in so many unwelcome thoughts. The city lights twinkled like distant stars, but they brought me no peace tonight. I've rarely found peace these days.

“That’s impossible.” The figure turned slow, deliberate. A woman mid-forties, gaunt, eyes glassy but alive. Nadia’s mother Irina Petrova presumed dead in Chechnya twenty years ago. Nadia had never spoken of her survival. “You came,” Irina said voice raspy, accented. “My daughter’s work. Beautiful, isn’t it?” She coughed wet, ragged blood flecking her lips. The strain had her too late stage, organs failing, but she moved like it was nothing.

"Why is it so important to you?" Valerina glared at me with those big blue eyes. "I'm leaving," she said and began to get up, but I pulled her back by the wrist. "Alright if you must," I said and turned to look at her directly. "I am the youngest daughter of Czar Nicolas Romanov. My name is Anastasiya Nikolaevna Romanova, and I am a Grand Duchess and Imperial Princess of Russia."

, I said. "Yes. The only singer I love who isn't a rapper is Sia", she replied. After awhile, she stood up. "I need to find the female's bathroom now," she said, "I'll be back soon." "Sure."