Irina Denali Novels & Stories

But I, Nikolas had been curious. I had my people trace her digital footprint. It had taken weeks, she was good, exceptionally good, but eventually I found her. Irina Volkov, twenty-four years old, living in a rundown apartment in the Tekstilshchiki district. No criminal record. No family except a stepfather she’d fled two years ago. And a debt of five hundred thousand dollars to some particularly nasty loan sharks. A normal man would have gone to the police. I wasn’t a normal man. I was Nikolai Dragunnov.

I have always been jealous of her legs. They're perfectly shaped. Her whole figure is like a Victoria's Secret model's. I'm proud of my curves; they do amazing things for my boobs. But then again, I wouldn't mind having smaller hips to easily slip into my jeans. ''I expected a warmer welcome ," Irina coos scrutinizing her long fingernails painted pink. ''Oh ...damn...'' Waking up next to Nikolay is a one-in-a-kind experience. "Riding him while we are both half-asleep?"

Elina We arrive at Iris's house fifteen minutes later. Iris and Raina moved here together when I was in the 7th grade. They moved here alone. Raina, the older sister who worked and provided for her younger sibling. Iris said their parents died in a fire when she was ten and Raina was seventeen. They really don't like to go into the details about their parents' death so that little is all I know. Raina is the town herbalist and also owns a flower and coffee combination shop in town.

After breakfast, Adrik had excused himself, after informing us that Yuri and Vladimir would be accompanying us out. By the time Irina and I got outside, Diana was already waiting by the SUV,looking gorgeous and effortlessly put together as always —white sundress, oversized sunglasses and her signature messy bun. Her face lit up when she spotted me. “Finally! I thought you guys were going to ditch me.” Her eyes slid to Irina who was barely controlling her laughter. “What's so funny?” “Oh nothing,” Irina responded sweetly. “I walked in on Adrik and Sera this morning having a full-on gym make out session.”

“Very good news, Alpha Jaul. Someone I have been looking for has finally been found. I intend to bring her home.” “Her?” “Yes. My mate,” he said. “Well then, congratulations.” At that moment, Irina came in with the coffee tray. She set it on the side table and started to pour coffee for everyone. “So, who is your mate, if you don’t mind me asking, Alpha Larken?” I said. “Her name is Romina Jansen,” he responded. Irina dropped the mug right on Larken’s desk when he gave his mate’s name, and it spilled all over him and the desk.

he says, "the communal table really seats twenty?" "Eighteen officially," I say. "My mother insists she can make twenty work." He nods. "And after that, Geneva." "After that, Geneva." "I have fourteen questions for Irina now," he says. "I added four." "She'll appreciate the preparation." He hesitates. "Is she frightening?" I think of Irina in Geneva eighty-one years old, sharp-eyed, carrying thirty years of history like a blade she learned to hold carefully. "She is formidable," I say. "That is different."

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!"

Helena, the lady beside Yvette invited her. Before she could answer, Helena already motioned for a staff to arrange an additional chair for her. Irene sat gracefully, contemplating if this is a good decision given the heated argument she with Alpha Hunter just earlier. "The weather here is really unpredictable," Jasmine, the girl beside Gianna complained. Irene shifted at her seat. 'Relax. They don't know about our abilities,' Lunox reminded her. "Uh. Well. Global warming," Gianna shrugged. "Are you still unmated, Irene? Tell us about yourself. You're quite interesting," Helena coaxed her, smiling pleasantly.

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.