Viktor Hargreeves Novels & Stories

Drake POV (three days prior) Running into the Pack house and down to the conference room, I go through the open door to see the top warriors, Beta Gregory, Beta Reid, Gamma John, and my eyes finally landing on Alpha Jackson. Stomping over to him, I can see Beta Gregory starting to stand to try and get in front of Alpha Jackson. He doesn’t make it before I deliver a couple solid punches to Jackson’s face. Beta Gregory then grabs me from behind as Alpha Jackson makes a move to punch me; however, Reid is there stepping in between us and pushing Alpha Jackson back away from me. Taking my arm and pulling me over to sit by John and him, I pull my arm out of his hand and breathing heavily, walk

’ Pete noticed her frowning at the screen. “What’s wrong?” he asked. “What was the name of the guy, the drug dealer or whatever he is who put a price on the Reiver’s head?” she asked, not taking her eyes off the screen. “Harris, Gordon Harris, why?” “There was a victim of the massacre called Paul Harris, his DNA profile is here, I tested it myself. Maybe they are related?” she looked at Pete questioningly.

Clara's POV The man standing in the doorway looked nothing like the kind of person who could make Lucien Hargrove afraid for a second. He was dressed in a dark suit without a wrinkle anywhere, his black hair neatly pushed back, and there was an easy smile on his face as if he had walked into a family dinner instead of a room that had gone completely silent. “Victor Hargrove,” he said, spreading his hands slightly. “I hope I’m not interrupting.”

Her dark hair was pulled into a tight braid, the scar slicing across her cheek giving her an edge of brutal beauty. Valerie lounged with her boots kicked up, blonde curls a stark contrast to the glint in her eyes. She twirled a knife in her fingers like it was a paintbrush. Jace was quiet, unreadable. He sat nearest the wall. Barely out of his teens, with his fingers dancing across a tablet, he was the hacker prodigy who could crumble governments from behind a screen. Damir sat beside Jace. The sniper. Icy blue eyes. A face like winter’s wrath. He didn’t speak.

Then I get up, cross the room, and open the door without checking who it is, which is very careless of me. It's not her. In fact, there’s no one at the door. It’s just my phone buzzing in my pocket. I imagined the knock, or some part of me wanted it badly enough to manufacture the sound. I stand in the open doorway looking at an empty hallway like an idiot for a couple of seconds before I close the door again. I pull the phone out and read the message from Mikhail. Hargrove deal closes tomorrow. Kane handled Istanbul personally, clean exit, no exposure. He says congratulations on Vienna and to call when you land.

He dropped to his knees, "Please. I have a family. I have served this Pack for thirty years. I beg you—show mercy." Cedrick watched him for a long moment. The silence stretched until it became unbearable until the elders shifted in their seats and Hargrove's breathing grew ragged with desperation. Then Cedrick spoke. "The chance was already given," he said. "You chose to waste it." He didn't raise his voice. He didn't need to. "Captain," Cedrick said. The guard at the door moved swiftly. Hargrove barely had time to scream before the blade came down. His body crumpled forward, and his head rolled once before settling against the base of the table.

He covers it up with a smile. “I thought I recognized you, Conan Hargreaves, right? I am, Gregory Orion. It will be a pleasure to work with you.” Greg’s voice is deep and cold in a threatening way I have never heard before. He drags out the word pleasure in a way that suggests the opposite. And did Victor lie about his name too? The tension between the two can be cut by a knife. I look between them, sensing something ominous under their pretentious smiles. I can see that Greg is holding onto Victor’s hand and that Victor is struggling to get it free.

“I did and this is my hotel so I don’t understand how that concerns you.” He gritted his teeth in anger and headed for the bar. “You’re digging your own fucking grave. Do you not remember what her father did to you? What you did to him in return? Do you think Hazel will forgive what you did? There is no happy ending for the two of you. Not after everything you have done to one another.” I gritted my teeth in anger. Ivan knew how to ruffle my fucking feathers. I fucking knew there was no happy ending for me and Hazel. And I also knew I was playing a dangerous game because I was still attracted to her.

“Stop apologizing. You matter too. Don’t you dare forget that.” I clung to her for a moment, burying my face against her shoulder, wishing I could believe her. --- Back at the Den, Viktor summoned me to his office. He was pacing, and he looked angry. “Did you know,” he snapped, “that the masked man was Elliot Silvercrest, the Silvermoon Alpha heir?” I froze. How did he find out? I nodded slowly, there was no point in lying. Viktor slammed his hand against the desk. “And you didn’t think that was worth telling me?”

AVA I woke to the steady rhythm of Daniel’s heartbeat under my cheek. Morning light filtered weakly through the blacked-out curtains of the safe house. For a few precious seconds, everything felt almost peaceful—his arm heavy around my waist, our legs tangled, the faint scent of his skin grounding me. Then I reached for my phone. The news had exploded overnight. “Victor Harrington Alive: Viktor Lang’s Double Life Exposed” “Police Waiting at Private Clinic to Arrest Viktor Lang on Multiple Charges”