Nikolai X Sigma Novels & Stories

My stomach grumbled, reminding me of the fact that I'd left it unattended since this morning. I'd left my pack house and hometown in search of Keegan Creed, my mate. He was a sigma. This meant that despite the fact that he belonged to a pack, he preferred to go solo. I understood this, but I'd hoped he wouldn't abandon even his own mate. Turns out that I was wrong.

NIKOLAI I dig my thumbs into my eyes as Xan talks my ear off. Damn, he is one hell of a talker. "...you are fucking reckless, Nikolai. Taking up an illegal broker's job isn't enough, you have to add a bodyguard to the mix." "I need money, you know that." I groan. "Hannah's bills are piling up.," I tell Xan. "You should have asked me about it," he says. "We are family, Niko. Hannah is also my younger sister and I spend more time with her than you." Yeah, true. He does spend more time with Hannah. Due to my job, I'm mostly out of the country.

Just the cold, quiet peace that had become her entire existence. Nikolai stepped toward the bed. Sasha was still on the floor, gasping for breath, his hands clutching his throat. He tried to stand, to intervene, to stop whatever madness was about to unfold, but his legs would not hold him. The silver burns on Nikolai's wrists had healed, but the scars were still there, pale and raised, a reminder of everything they had endured. He held the knife to his own arm, the blade pressed against the inside of his wrist, and Ela saw the determination in his eyes. He was not bluffing. He was not performing. He was ready to cut himself open, to spill his blood, to do whatever it took to bring her back.

The Alpha stood in the middle of the surrounding pack and began to speak. “Tonight, we are all gathered here to bear witness to a crime that had been committed,” the Alpha began. “Crime of any sort is punishable, but crime from a Sigma? That is punishable by death!” I heard gasps from the Sigmas in the back as the rest of the pack cheered on. If I was going to say anything, now would be the time to do it. I lifted my head and spoke with courage.

He did not expect that this exposion was not that important at all. "You have been cravjng for this Niko. Your real name is Xyler Darkenlor," Cryp repeated. Niko simply smiled. But his eyes were still in confused. "I don't give a fuck for that kind of joke Cryp," now it was Zatima who answered this time. She broke the attention of Niko to save him from being manipulated. Neither does he belive Cryp and ut does the same as to Niko. "Oh, Zatima," Cryp turned his forehead to Zatima who was pointing the gun at him.

“Come see this.” I stood slowly, following his line of sight. Sergei’s jacket had flared open, revealing a small black device strapped to his chest, its light pulsing faintly in red. A transmitter. My stomach dropped. “No. No, no, no…” “Back away,” Nikolai commanded sharply, already reaching for his knife to cut the straps. “Is it a bomb?” Isabella asked, her voice rising with panic. “Not exactly,” Nikolai replied. “It’s a signal relay — it’s transmitting something.”

“Don’t even fucking start with me.” Scrutinizingly, Anatoly crossed his hands over his chest, arching a questioning brow at me. “I’m sure this can’t be bad for you. You’re Nikolai. TheNiko Yezhov. You don’t have a fucking Achilles heel. You can handle anything.”

“I normally don’t tell people what I am because I don’t want to be treated differently.” “Most Alphas can’t hide who they are, but you can?” I ask incredulously. Alpha Matteo once told me that Alphas cannot hide their scent or rank since they’re natural leaders. To be able to do that… just how powerful is Nero? He chuckles and sheepishly shoves his hands into the pockets of his jeans. There’s a hint of sadness in his voice when he says, “You’re looking at me differently.” “No! No, it’s not—” I trail off. “I’m just surprised an Alpha like you would be interested in a… Rogue like me.”