Nikolai X Sigma Novels & Stories

“Fuck you.” We stayed silent for a while and Nikolai resumed typing on his keyboard. Serena was going to reject everything. She hated extravagance. But Nikolai didn’t care. He’d want her to have them all. It was his way of apologizing. Both of them were very stubborn. I was going to sit this one out and see who would win this battle. “Do you think she has signed the contract?” Nikolai paused and looked up. “I doubt she’s still contemplating.”

“You will?” A devious smirk curved the corner of his lips. “At least she thinks I will.” I shook my head with a sigh. “And about him… Nikolai Bianchi. I don’t care what kind of deal you have with that arsehole if he came near Sia, I’ll gut him like a fish.” The kind of deal I have with Nikolai Bianchi who was labled as the crazy motherfucker, lunatic, a madman and every other name in the dictionary, by half the population who met him and know of him was the deal of life and death.

Silence had never been starker and faces nakeder. The crowd stood thunderstruck, but it was fun to watch Niko-shit-lai. Shock wrinkled across Nikolai’s face as he gaped at Xanthea. It seemed as though he couldn’t believe his eyes that the once weak omega was still alive and thriving. I squinted my eyes as Odeus sensed the change in Nikolai’s gaze. Breaking through all the conflicting emotions across his face, lust darkened his eyes as they leered over Xanthea’s body.

NIKOLAI Roman and Andrei, both over six foot five, retired Special Forces soldiers, and the most loyal and reliable of my security team, are already waiting outside the entrance of Zigurat. You’re thinking because I’m a Russian billionaire, it’s fancy and probably built in a pseudo pyramid style, aren’t you? Nah.

My eyes flit to the spot where my gaze hovered while I was in Raiden’s office. Nikolai’s name and signature stare back at me boldly from that page. His handwriting is as bold as it’s always been. I can almost see him, head tilted upwards as he stares down at the papers,. the clash of green and blue in his eyes gleaming as he eyes the spot where he’s to sign. Nikolai wouldn't suggest an alliance if he didn’t have something to gain from it…. and Raiden wouldn't agree if he thought he had something to lose.

I muttered aloud. “When will you reveal yourself?” he asked again. I shrugged. “When I feel like it,” I answered. Which was still very far away in time. I preferred to watch from the dark as my plan fell into place. “When you feel like it?” The Sigma asked in a disdain-filled tone. “Is this a game to you?” he demanded. Like his arrogance earlier, his anger also amused me. “Everything is a game my dear Magnus and the rule of this game is to be the last standing, your impatience is rather becoming tiring,” I said dismissively and drank my juice.

“You weren’t supposed to survive. You weren’t supposed to come back.” I smiled then. Slow. Sharp. “Maybe I didn't. Maybe I came back for you, Mila.” She gasp and shook her head, breathing uneven, fear radiating off her like heat. For a moment, I saw her for what she really was—not powerful, not confident. Just a coward with blood on her hands. Then— The door creaked again. Mila flinched hard and whipped her head around. Nick stood in the doorway, his golden Alpha eyes glowing like molten fire. Behind him, Josh and Rose lingered, silent and watchful. His presence filled the room, heavy and suffocating.

Ulrich's heart raced with anger and disappointment, her mind reeling with the implications. "Akira, why?" Ulrich demanded, her voice low and menacing. Akira's voice trembled, "I...I was promised a place in Ryker's pack, a chance to be alpha one day...I didn't mean to hurt anyone..." Zoe's growl was menacing, "You've put our entire pack in danger, Akira. Your betrayal will not be forgotten." Ulrich's eyes narrowed, her decision made. "Take him away, Zoe. We'll deal with him later."

Her eyes moved from my face to the half dead man and she cried at the sight of him. “You wanted to know who I am Lily, well this is who I am... I am Nikolai fucking Vladimir, Leader of Bratva, second son of Russia most deadliest man, ruler of all underlings and I am not terrified to tear down any organization who dares to challenge me. Trained from the very young age of 8 on how to use a gun, kill-count is 93...”, I took out a gun from behind my pants and shot the prisoner on the forehead, “...94”, I counted.

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.”