Irina Denali Novels & Stories

“If this is what the Alpha wants, you should support her. That is why she is called the Alpha. The first Female Alpha.” Irino squinted his eyes and incredulously tilted his head out of disbelief. When he does that, I already knew that he was going to use the age card on us. “Yelena, you do know that I’m three years older than you, right?” “I am well aware... that’s why as the oldest living shifter here at this table, it was you who should help our distressed Alpha,” Yelena pressed, refusing to admit defeat. “You are really stubborn, aren’t you?” Irino asked, shaking his head before he glanced at Mikhail. “Is that what you get from spending time with Mikhail?”

Irina The lady who stood by the counter I approached stared at me in awkward silence, did I say something wrong? I said everything Daniel said I should say, so why was she staring at me like that. “Hi?” The woman said. “Yes hi. Hello, my name is Irina and I am 32 years old, I am three months pregnant.” I said again like I had recited. “Okay ma’am, I heard you the first time trust me, I am just flabbergasted by your approach.”

"Your mother sent me. I've been waiting for you. I've been waiting for a very long time." Anastasia's entire body went rigid. "No," she whispered. "You're dead. I saw—" "You saw what I wanted you to see," the woman said. She stepped toward them. "My name is Irina. I trained your mother. I trained Katerina. And I've been alive this entire time, waiting for the moment you'd finally be ready to understand what you actually are." Lena looked at her mother. Anastasia was crying. Actually crying. Not tears. Sobs that came from somewhere deep. Somewhere that had been holding this secret for fifteen years.

She bombarded her with questions. “ Calm down, Ma!” she chuckled at her mother’s outburst. “ I’m calm." “ For starters, we are not dating yet. Nobody has asked anyone out, and he’s a bartender,” she explained. “ When am I meeting him? I met Ida when she wasn’t dating Elon yet, so that changes nothing,” her mother shrugged, cutting through her casserole with its flavors bursting in her mouth, making her moan in delight. “ This is really good! Kudos, Rita,” Alyona complimented.

However, I noticed the light bugs beneath her eyes and the blotch on her neck that the makeup couldn’t hide properly. “ Is there something on my face? “ She asked, almost spitefully. The men looked at us as if we had distracted them from their conversation. She must have seen me staring at her and she didn’t take it kindly. I hated how she was reacting to the situation. Not wanting to cause a scene, I shook my head. “ Your wife must be a lesbica, Nikolai, “ she stated and laughed. “ Careful there, Julia. Don’t think that just because your husband is here I won’t cut off your phone. Show my wife some respect. “ Nikolai defended.

He held on to my right shoulder, so I turned to face him. "Will you take your hand off my shoulder or I'll turn you into a mouse?" I raised my left eyebrow, glaring at his cold yet undeniably handsome face. "Whoops!" He immediately took his hand off my shoulder. "You two! What are you waiting for?" The guard on the table called us. He's looking at me from head to toe right now. I quickly walk towards him and say, "My name is Alenna Delevigne from the city of Nalaknabak. I'm a..."

Then a voice. “Alpha, outside.” I turned toward the door, but Delilah’s hand shot forward and grabbed mine. “You need to prepare for what you’re about to see.” “What are you talking about?” I asked. Her eyes were already running up with tears. I frowned before the smell of blood and a familiar scent hit my nostrils. Nikolai… Sienna was already in the garden. She stood still, arms crossed over her chest, as if holding herself together with sheer will.

But that was hard, seeing as she just sat there looking out of space. Camila Brinx was indeed a fine and beautiful young woman, she was a role model to many girls and women, they aspired to have her calm and collected mindset. I've heard many girls discussing how beautiful she was and how much they admired the way she talked and carried herself. She was indeed remarkable, she has a light six pack and a beautiful hour glassed shape, not to mention her moisturized curly brunette hair.

Three hundred metres away from the main school building was a long, small building situated along the edge of the forest. It was significantly smaller then the school, with frosted windows, a mixture of wood and brick walls supporting a metal roof. Through the double window doors was a heated pool, twenty five meters in length. To my surprise, swimming was a mandatory Friday activity. I learned that it was more of a celebration for the end of a school week, an escape from the frosty Alaskan air.

Julie immediately removed her bikini top and laid face down on her towel to tan. ‘Oh. SHIT!’ Darcie elbowed me, I looked in the direction she was staring and saw the Russian boys coming our way in speedos. Speedos for god sake! It felt like we were in the middle of a charity firefighter calendar photo session. I noticed Sasha was not the only one with hidden tattoos, most of Dmitry’s body was also covered in ink. Lyosha waved when he noticed us all looking at them. I was by far the most overdressed person in our vicinity in my one piece high neck bathing suit. Sasha gave me an approving look, before sitting down behind me on my towel placing his hands on my thighs. Lyosha sat next to Julie w