Irina Denali Novels & Stories

I looked at the Alpha and frowned. "So which name are we supposed to call you, Alpha?" I asked, crossing my arms. "Layton. Arachne is the only one who can call me Henry." I nodded with a frown when he said Arachne. The womans name was Emiko, unless she also went by Arachne. "So are you attending the festival, Gamma Channing?" "I am the Moon Oracle, and I hate that festival." I growled at him as I stepped back. "I must be going."

Selina pleaded "Selina, calm down. I'll not report you to anybody, you shouldn't be scared of me and feel free to air your views. And my name is not my lady's is Amira . I want you to be free to tell me anything, and I hope I could also tell you anything too and it'll be safe with you." Amira asked. "Yes my lady.. I'm sorry Ami .. Ami..ra" Selina said. "So tell me what you mean by your last words" Amira questioned

Said the son of a bitch, separating her from me to hug her. And well he was right, the damned woman had worn a white button-down sleeveless blouse, a turquoise skirt, and not too high black heels, her brown hair falling in waves down her back. Beautiful was too short for her. “Thanks Daniel.” She replied somewhat uncomfortable because of the hug, but still answering it “But if you’re here, who is watching the party?” He laughed as if he had heard the best joke ever.

The symbol of the Michaelson's slave mark was behind his left arm to his back. He kissed Satanika as they struggled for dominance. Adrastos as a girl was called Addy since she was a part of Adrastos. Addy later submitted to Satanika who smiled and looked at Liam who seemed to be getting hard again. Satanika put two of her fingers into Addy's mouth making her suck off Satanika's like her life depended on it. "Lie down there Addy I want to get you ready." Satanika commanded with a dominant aura as she pointed the bed at the far end of the room.

I squeezed her arm. “So I’ve been told. Again.” She looked at me proudly. “Why not stop this conversation about secrets and classified infos Daniella? Let’s just enjoy this party. What’s the name of the celebrant again?” I asked. “Irisha Mitchell, ” she answered immediately. “Daughter of a politician.” I was impressed. “Hmm... I see that you are doing your homework well.” She gave me a pleased grin. “I have to at least show the guests that I am worthy of being called a Fancy Pants Club member, Mr. VP.”

Irina waits upstairs until I send word that the first is ready. She enters the room without the sling. Her posture is straight and her face is calm in a way that conceals everything underneath. I take the position she requested, against the far wall, present but silent. The first man is the former second elder of the Baldwin pack. He recognizes her the moment she sits across from him. The color drains from his face. “Irina.” “You remember my name. That is a start.” Her voice is even. “Tell me what you knew about the sale before the rejection ceremony.”

Greta asked trying to keep up with Daniel's steps. That's was her middle name, Irina Louise Dunne, after marrying Adam Lewis she dropped her middle name because it sounded kind of weir, you know what I mean, Irina Louise Lewis," Daniel explained with a laugh. Greta laughed along, nodding her head a few times, she could understand the reason.

“Leave me alone.” I try to turn away but she doesn’t let me, gripping my shoulders and forcing me to face her again. “Whatever reason I gave you to be mad at me, it doesn’t matter right now... You need to leave Denali,” Becca said, seriously. “The people are pressuring Nero to kill you. I’m afraid if he doesn’t do it at tomorrow’s trial, the pack is going to take it into their own hands.” I blinked. What? “But the Trial—”

Once they met each other, they took a seat on the bench nearby and switched their bag and took a look of what was inside. Vian’s gift for Irina turned out to be a bottle of white floral and honey perfume and everyone knew Irina’s signature scent was always related to white floral, there was also a luxury bronzer and a red lipstick in there which she added in just because a bronzed face with red lipstick, was one of her signature look.

I counted fifteen girls in total, as they lined up. One stepped forward, a frown covering her gorgeous face. “What is she doing here?” She asked in the most alluring Russian accent. “Irina, I don't need you acting like a bitch. The boss wants her to show you all the ropes.” Irina chuckled incredulously. “Hear that?” She turned behind to her girls who laughed along with her. “Blyad is here for what? One night? And she's supposed to teach us? To teach us what?” She scoffed.