Irina Denali Novels & Stories

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."

Just when we're about to get to the main house, Irina pauses and then curses in Russian. “That daughter of a bitch, what's she doing with my brother??” I lift my head to see Nikolai walking with a lady. She is strawberry blonde and clinging unto him like a tattoo. She's wearing a short dress, very short and the fact her cleavages are open does not sit well with me at all. I can literally see the top of her breasts from where I stand!! Then what about Nikolai who's standing so close to her? I don't want to imagine how much he's seeing.

"I know." "Then why are you talking to her?" Elena turned. "Because she knew my mother. Because she knew Nadia. Because she's the only person in the world who can tell me what really happened." Mira was quiet. The woman spoke. "My name is Irina," she said. "I'm your aunt. And I've been running from Margaret my whole life." "Why now?" Elena faced her. "Why come out of hiding now?" "Because Margaret is dead. Because Alexei is dead. Because the empire is crumbling. Because there's nothing left to be afraid of."

Just like the men, I stare at her completely captivated. Irina Obraztsov was the first friend I made in America. She’s a year older than me and immigrated from Russia to pursue a singing career. She is one of the most confident, self-assured women I’ve ever met. She can come off as abrasive, and harsh, but she’s just got a zero-tolerance policy for bullshit – or what she deems bullshit. She’s not everyone’s cup of tea but considering everyone in West Hollywood is either lying or kissing someone’s ass, her direct – and at times brutal – honesty, is a breath of fresh air.

"No unmated females matching that description. I checked the Baranovs, the Petrovs, every pack that attended the gala." Dmitri's jaw tightened. "And?" "Nothing." Irina looked genuinely sorry. "Either she's not registered with any pack, or she's using a different name. It's like she vanished." Dmitri stood and walked to the window. From here, he could see south toward Velgorod, toward the city where he'd met her and lost her in the same night. "Keep looking," he said. "Dmitri—"Said Irina "Keep looking."Dimitri said

" Taking the shortcut, they soon found themselves in front of the pond. -"That's it, milord, it's this way," she said, pointing towards the crossroads. “ Please call me Ivan. After all, you have rescued me from great embarrassment.” Without warning, he took her hand and kissed the tips of her fingers, wagging the tail of his omega at the same time. “May I know your name?” “Eden... But I'm called Deni , most of the time. -"Deni," he repeated dreamily. “You are delightful!”

Ingrid was a little hesitant to obey her alpha’s order since her health was at stake, and considering the fact that she just returned from a warfare and was supposed to eat healthy foods to help revitalize her system. “Yes, alpha.” Ingrid, who was in no position to question her alpha’s orders quietly replied, and started her way to the kitchen. “On second thoughts, I think I’ll like to have chilate de pollo (a fiery chicken soup) for lunch.” Isabel’s voice halted Ingrid in her tracks. “Still… Don’t forget my bottle of tequila.” She concluded through mind link before heading upstairs. She needed something hot and spicy as her emotions were all over the place. She needed something to keep her

Denera “Elena’s mother, also known as Denera, was my cousin,” Luna Danielle revealed. Her words hit me like a thunderbolt, leaving me momentarily speechless. The room seemed to be still, the air thick with the weight of her revelation. “You knew my mother?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper, still reeling from the shock. The connection felt surreal, a thread in the tapestry of my life that I had never expected to find.

Probably some guy gave her a fake number in the bar. "I know what it is. But who are you?" She again asks me anxiously. "I am secretary of the President of the Damison Group. My name is Ethan Stone." I reply to her irritatingly, as she is wasting my time. I need to go home and take a lavender bath with my rubber ducks.

None of it surprised her anymore. She almost teared up when she read her dad’s message. ‘Remember your name. Stand tall.’ She squared her shoulders and repeated what he had taught her from the moment they had realised she was not one of them. She was Ava Morgan, daughter of Alpha Roland Morgan, and she didn’t take shit from anybody. If only that were true. Her shoulders sagged again as her mind tried to pull her back to the torturous years she had endured living among the wolves. Even the Alpha and his four sons had failed to keep her safe from that.