Novel & Cerita Viktor Hargreeves

In the distance I could still make out Cain's back shuffling away while he cradled his wrist, but strangely, my head wasn't filling up with the simple satisfaction I'd expected. Seeing him hurt like that actually set off alarm bells in my brain. I knew exactly what kind of man Cain Hargrove was. Behind the expensive suits and the friendly public smile he always wore as Alpha of Ironveil, there was a monster. Completely unhinged, narcissistic, and cruel. "You're spacing out, Little Wolf," Kieran whispered, his thumb still moving across my neck in a slow, soothing rhythm. "You worried about that bastard?"

They did not speak about Arthur Voss that morning. Not because he wasn’t on their minds. But because he was. He sat between them at breakfast like an invisible guest, heavy and unwelcome. Tiana stirred her tea long after the sugar had dissolved. Vince read through the investigator’s update again, eyes sharp, mind alert. Daniel Hargrove had a routine. Routine was a weakness. “He leaves his office at exactly 6:40 p.m. on Fridays,” Vince said. “Not 6:30. Not 7. Exactly 6:40.”

Didn't extend his hand. "Mr. Hargrove" "You know who I am," I said. "I research people for a living," he said. "Knowing who walks through my door is the minimum standard" He gestured to the chair across from his desk. "Sit down" I sat He sat "You have a subject," he said. "Alexander Voss." I kept my voice level. "CEO of Voss Maritime. Based in this city, operates internationally. Forty-one years old" I paused. "I want everything"

But on my way, I bump into an older man about the age of my father, but he looked sturdy and well-fit. “My apologies, Mrs Elara.” He bows his head, refusing to look at me, and normally, I would brush it off, but the guy felt off. “It’s alright,” Then I stop him with a hand before he bypasses me, “What’s your name?” He raises his head, and my brain scans if I’ve seen him before, but I come up blank. Maybe he’s a recruit for Lucien. “Viktor Halev, ma’am.” “And how did you get in, Viktor Halev?”

Martin Hargrove,a name I vaguely recognized from Boston business circles, though I couldn't immediately place the context. "Hargrove is a fixer," Alexander said quietly, his attention shifting to me. "He resolves 'problems' for Boston's elite through methods that occasionally skirt legal boundaries. If he's involved, your father's concern may have some legitimacy." The admission seemed to cost him considerable effort,acknowledgment that my father's warnings might not be merely manipulation but genuine protective concern. I felt strangely disoriented, the carefully constructed narrative of our situation suddenly complicated by dimensions I hadn't anticipated.

I know him or rather his name sounds familiar. Mikhail Volkov. He’s a member of the Bratva and a member of the four reapers. I’ve not heard good stories about him and Mikhail is known to be the most unhinged one from all four of them. They are all known to be ruthless, but Mikhail is just out of this world. “I…” “You’re stalling, get down. Now.” His voice is cold and intimidating and I don’t know when my hands move and I open the car door, stepping out from the car.

Lucifer had barely slept that night, his mind plagued by Viktor’s words: *“There’s a mansion... up north. Hidden, heavily guarded. It’s one of his main safe houses. But he’s paranoid. Even I don’t know if he’s there now.”* Those words rattled through his head like a haunting melody he couldn’t shake. He had to see it through—he had to put an end to Gregory Barysh, the man who had stolen and shattered so many lives, including his own.

“David Hargrove, CEO of Hargrove Tech. How long have you been friends?” “Luke, please excuse Mr. Hargrove. I think he wants to discuss some business. He doesn’t need to know your entire life or resume. Did your fiancée get on her way to manage the Belgrave funeral arrangements? He’s engaged to Sabrina Vines. The Belgrave daughter.” I wished my lunch was something hot and messy instead of a simple salad without dressing. Because I want to have an accidental spill on his lap. “Well, I can’t stay. I’m needed upstairs. I’ll call you later and we can arrange an evening when it’s good for everyone. Nice seeing you.” Luke all but fled.

I asked Alarick. “Alarick Blakely, the Alpha of this pack.”

my mother questioned, hopeful. I swear I saw some color return to her face at the news. “Yes. I found her. She’s at that camp,” I nodded. “Tell me about her,” my mother pleaded. “She’s newly shifted. She was an orphan, so she grew up without a pack or even aware of her werewolf heritage raised by humans. Her name is Aurelia, and she’s gorgeous with long fiery red hair, deep emerald green eyes, and of course, she’s tall. She’s brilliant, and she’s even skipped grades. She has a temper, but she’s also very compassionate,” I said, trying to give her as much detail as I could.