Victor Reader Novels & Stories

Octavius lets out. Victor chuckles, an almost amused sound, as he slowly lifts a hand to inspect the blood staining his sleeve. “Oh, Alpha, I’m far more than a pawn. And unlike your so-called warriors... or Beta...” he says, gesturing lazily to the blood on his clothes, “I’m not so easily broken.” Kaida’s heart pounds in her chest, her instincts screaming at her to act, to fight. But she holds back, sensing that Victor is baiting her, trying to make her lose control.

And, in the end, our love came out winning. ________________________________ ***Author's note: This book is complete. If you wish to read Victor's story add Alpha Victor to your libraries! Till the next book...

Cynthia said, her voice small, almost pleading. Victor did not lift his eyes from the tablet. "I thought I told you not to speak to me unless you had something useful to say, Cynthia." "I do," she said quickly, stepping closer to the desk and extending her phone toward him with both hands. "It’s Victoria. She just messaged me. Look at this." Victor’s hand paused over the screen. He slowly raised his eyes, fixing a cold, piercing glare on Cynthia before looking down at the device. He snatched the phone from her hand, his sharp eyes scanning the message line by line.

“Well Anabel you don’t have all night.” Victor said rolling his eyes. “If you want Hecta out of you and you want our connection gone, then you should really just do it and get it over with.” He said closing the book. “I am going to go and get the stuff we need, I will be back.” He said disappearing.

“That’s how we win.” --- Across the city, the man known as Victor watched the feed from a private server. Camera hidden in Amara’s apartment—he saw every tear. Every collapse. Every kiss. “You never really left,” he whispered, stroking the edge of the screen. Then he clicked the next file. A new photo. Liam’s face. Target marked. “Now,” he said coldly, “you get to see what losing feels like.”

I ask, taking a deep breath. "This is my beginning," Victor says before he begins. "This is our beginning." Victor grabs a piece of paper and begins to carefully write out his prophecy. I watch as he stops several times and taps the pen against his chin several times presumably trying to remember the exact wording. He holds the piece of paper in his hands and reads it over and over again. He gently blows across the paper trying to dry the ink that is puddled on the paper. Once he is satisfied that it won't smear he carefully folds the paper and hands it to me.

"Who is she?" "That is none of your business," he glares before smiling once again. "I've got something for you and also, something to show you." I don't say anything and just stare at him. His silver orbs were no longer looking the same. They had a different intention, a different aura, they didn't have the Alex that I thought I knew. He brings out an orange flower and then shoves it in my hair. "So gorgeous," I shiver when his skin makes contact with mine. "Look at this, look what they did to me," he raises the newspaper to me. Who even reads- anyways- it reads, ALEXANDER McCANN; WANTED FOR MURDER.

Victor fiddled with his tablet, and I saw him open an online book app and sit down next to Ayla. "In this app, you can find various books, with a wide variety of themes..." Victor began to show the covers and also the genres that exist. "From fantasy to biographies." Then he stopped at the simpler books. "Let's start with some of the simpler ones." He opened a book that was certainly a children's book and handed the tablet to Ayla, explaining how to turn the pages. The woman took the tablet and started reading. It's hard to see that she's taking a long time to read the first page, her eyes moving several times over the same lines, she's struggling to understand what's written.

Read it twice. Then three times. A knock came at the door. She quickly closed the file. “Who is it?” “Me.” Victor. His voice low. Careful. As if one wrong word could destroy what remained. Ariana did not answer immediately. Then— “Come in.” Victor entered slowly. He had changed his shirt. But fresh blood still marked his wrist. His eyes found the file immediately. Then found her face. And he understood— She had seen more. For a moment neither spoke.

Kai refused to set foot back in there after what happened; he saw it as atoning for his sins. I smile as I recall the future scenes where I see Kai back in here with Caterina and their children…then my heart breaks again knowing I would never get to see it in person. That little wolf healed Kai in more ways than one. “Viktor!” My heart stutters in my chest when I hear the voice and watch as younger Viktor’s face lights up when he sees his best friend. Kai nods as if to give him permission to go to Ilya, then he walks towards the waiting cars.