Irina Spalko Novels & Stories

She said, looking me in the eye. I could not, because she didn’t understand the truth. I couldn’t even speak without telling her everything: that my wolf had betrayed me the moment Alexander touched me, that he knew, that he had called me his mate. The thought tightened my chest until I could not breathe. “I’m tired,” I said instead. Helena watched me for a long moment and then nodded. “Very well. Your training will continue tomorrow.” “You cannot be serious,” I protested. “You thought being moved into a nicer room meant you were excused?” she asked.

Biting my lip in concentration. "I think I'm done," I say, his face is outstanding better already. Patching itself together as though nothing happened. He doesn't move, "you're beautiful." I flush. Looking down and picking at my cracked nails. "Stop." Chris merely smiles, "You are Andrea. And I'm going to remind you every chance I get." I fumble to words, to any response. I've never considered myself beautiful. My almost platinum blonde hair was weirdly natural and my blue eyes where so light they sometimes seemed to reflect clouds. But beautiful? No.

could be referred to as the woman in front of him or the 'he' that Syila told him. “You don't know, Jake?” Jake shook his head. “Who?” “Tch, I thought Rein had already told the story. Her name is Irina Afariska, Rein's childhood friend, Uncle Verga's daughter.” Jake frowned, he felt his name was familiar. Then he remembered Riri's words when she caught Rein and Syila making a car bet as to who gets married first. “Ah, so it's her! Then what are you waiting for, hurry up and marry Rein, I support you!” his laughter sounded even more terrifying.

Lena's POV. “Hello, ma'am,” the doctor waved his left hand, and felt my pulse with his right hand. “How many fingers am I holding up?” “Can I get a name? Can you speak?” He continued, not even giving me a chance to think or respond. He suddenly stopped and pointed a little fluorescent light in my eyes. I squinted and groaned inaudibly from lying stiff for far too long. “Four, My name is Lena, and I think I can… talk,” I replied in a second, gulping as the man behind him moved closer and fixed his gaze on me.

It was calm and peaceful but almost like a whisper like there was something stuck in the speaker's throat making their voice come out as if, along with white noise. The both of them turned around to the speaker, it was none other than Jelena Savage herself! The Coalition Chieftess of the Als race!

"Huh, should it seem as if they were killed by a serial killers? No too dark." Even though it wasn't her first kill, it felt different. The sensation that rushed through her spine when his blood splattered on her left cheek was exhilarating. The unrelated lives she took in her previous line of work never made her feel anything, no remorse, no closure, nothing. But she was now different, sort of reborn, driven by a vengeful thirst for blood. She was now Qiao Mo, the secretary to the President of of the Wushi Cooperation, and she was running late for work.

Since she was a child, Tatiana Kintyre Wilbur Thyagaraja was born to be defective with all the traits of a she-wolf. She was born weak to slay, fragile for all the quirks that had to give rise to fulfillment, and a wimp to even hoist up a sword. But she's the claimed lineage of Thyagaraja's direct disciples through various ancestors, the reason she was scurried to be the Alpha's mate. Yet, after knowing how feeble she is, the Alpha ordered a decree for all the gratis she-wolf to battle and win the chance to be his other half.

Natasha stepped forward, her jaw tightened. "What?" Irina asked with fake innocence. "Do you know who she is?" Natasha smirked and leaned towards me. "She's Pakhan's wife... Mrs Sergei." Natasha pressed on the last word, puffing her chest and sounding proud. Has she already forgotten how Sergei treated me? "Oh..." Irina looked back at me. She didn't say anything, but her gaze said everything. She had great animosity towards me. Wow, another blade at my neck. Natasha smirked at her speechlessness.

I murmured. “Speak of the devil.” Detective baker frowned. I looked in the direction of where he was looking and saw a woman in a suit walking toward us. She had a friendly smile painted on her face, but I had a feeling we wouldn’t be the best of friends. “Detective Baker, long time no see,” she beamed. “I prefer it that way,” detective Baker grumbled. He still hadn’t returned her smile. So they must have some kind of history there. She looked at me. “You must be Marina Davis,” she said. “I am Special Agent Danna Halman. You can call me Danna or agent Danna.”

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