Nikita Lytkin Mga Nobela at Kwento

His gaze shifted back to Vivica, and this time it lingered. Before I could react, he moved with supernatural speed, closing the distance between them in a heartbeat. He took her hand gently, almost reverently, and lifted it to his lips, pressing a brief kiss to her knuckles. "Miss Vivica," he said as he straightened, his posture flawless. "I am Master Derick Lykoudis, second in command to the Lycan King. I am sorry for how we met the first time." His voice carried sincerity, but there was something unreadable beneath it. "I wasn't aware of who you were, or that you were once a member of King Tormund's pack."

Her posture was relaxed enough to make it seem as though she were comfortable here, but not so relaxed as to make it known that her guard was down. ‘I do.’ I replied, ‘That’s Annika Antonov, leader of the Russian Lycan camp. I’m not going to lie, it’s a bit terrifying that they’re all in on whatever he’s got going on. If Phineas has this many powerful people on his side, how will we ever stop him?’ ‘We’ll figure it out together.’ Nox promised, and I believed him. Annika flicked her umber curls over her shoulder as she carefully surveyed the two men. She began tapping her stiletto shaped nails on the table, drumming up a calm beat that interrupted Phineas and Gideon’s quiet chatting.

I continued, voice lowering, “but to rebuild and restructure.” “Rebuild what?” Kazuo asked. “The world thinks the YBA is crumbling.” I smirked gently then replied, “Let them, Because while the media watches the smoke, we’ll be moving underground.” I turned to the large iron door behind me. With a nod, it opened slowly—revealing a man in a dark navy suit, his presence cold, clean, and quiet. “This,” I said, pointing at him with my index finger.“is Nikolai Volkov. From Russia.”

The cold has made my nipples hard. "Get. Out," I spit. Vladimir laughs. "Come on, sweetheart. There’s no need to be like—" Suddenly, the door to my room swings open. "Out." A deep growl emanates from the doorway. The three men freeze. The alpha stands there, clad in a wrinkled white linen shirt, high boots, and a red tartan kilt. His face appears chiseled from thunder and stone. "Out." Vladimir swallows hard, but a smile quickly returns to his face as he turns away. "It’s just a bit of fun—"

Taelin- During the span of three days, I barely ventured outside of my quarters. It wasn’t because I felt infected, but I hadn’t wanted to go out. Food was brought to me three times a day and I was under surveillance by Alpha Ryker. Instead of wasting my time away, I focused on learning everything I could about the people here and whatever else the folders I had contained about this place. There were only a few members that had any details about them. First, there was Julian Drake, the beta of the pack. He also had a twin brother named Ryan. They were both strong and very skilled snipers. Of course, I would need to see that for myself, since I was also rather skilled, not to brag or anything

SPADE “You found something?” I asked Terzo after poking fun at me. “Aaron is not his real name.” Linden turned his laptop to us. “He’s Belarusian with a rap sheet a mile long of assault, DUI, to name a few. Barys Norkov, and uses a lot of fake IDs.” I looked at Terzo, who suddenly went silent. “You want an apology? Fine. I’m sorry. And you were right. I don’t care about money. If I weren’t there, she could be a missing person right now.”

They would never follow a woman and if he could, he would make sure Sofia’s life never touched this world. It would be hard, but he was determined for that to happen. There was a knock on his door. He stepped away from the window and took a seat. “Come in,” he said. Benjamin Nikitin, one of his spies, stepped into his office, closing the door behind him. He didn’t trust anyone but if he even allowed himself to lower his guard, he would do so for Benjamin. The man had taken several bullets for him, as well as a few knives during his years of service. The man before him was the bastard son of one of the old brigadiers as well as a whore for a mother.

“To me, managing to look out for him for months was still brilliant.” Among the opposing side, it was Mikhail's strength that I never figured still. Yelena was an efficient private secretary with an obsession with efficiency and organization. Svetlana was a talented pack doctor who could make any medicine by using leaves and herbs. Irino was the smartest strategist of the Triton and Mikhail... I supposed he was that shifter we need to look out for Alexei. “But can he do it? He looked so... exhausted,” I emphasized the last word as I kept looking at Mikhail.

“Come on, Lydia. You and I both know you’re not walking away from this.” Her jaw tightened. He was right. Taking a breath, she entered the car. The car moved smoothly, and Lydia finally spoke. “I assume you didn’t show up here just for small talk, Mikhail.” Mikhail Ivanov. He is a Russian businessman. He is ruthless and powerful. “And I assume you already know why I’m here.” He smirked. Lydia’s fingers curled against her lap. “Your name is causing quite the commotion,” he continued. “First, you shake up your father’s empire. Now, you disrupt the board meeting of one of the most influential companies in the country. People are talking, Lydia.”

This wasn’t a meeting she needed to be part of. The warehouse was exactly as I remembered—dusty, dimly lit, filled with men who knew how to kill without leaving a trace. And at the center of it all— Nikolai Volkov. Russian. Ruthless. A man whose loyalty could be bought, but never trusted. His lips curved as I entered. “Well, well. Damien Lancaster. I was starting to think you were dead.” I didn’t waste time. “I need information on The Syndicate.” He chuckled. “You and the rest of the world.”