Yassen Gregorovich Alex Rider の小説・ストーリー

he begged us. Rowan dropped his chair back down into place. “Good, good boy!” I said as I patted him on the head. “Not like it matters much, but my name is Alex,” he said, trying his best not to cry. Coming to sit on the edge of the couch, Rowan spoke, “So, Alex, can you tell us who the fuck sent you on a suicide mission?” “It was… it was Alpha Richard of the Star Pack,” he said as he started to burst out into full-blown bawling.

"Kneel, pup, or I’ll rip the marrow from your bones." The voice sounded like tectonic plates grinding together. Gregor, a mountain of grey-mottled fur from the Siberian wastes, took up half the subway tunnel. His breath hit Malakai’s face in a hot, stinking wave of rotting meat and wet earth. Behind him, fifty wolves from the Russian steppes crouched in the dark, their eyes glowing like malignant stars.

Alpha Ryker was sitting on his chair in front of his desk, reading through some papers. “Ezio” Alpha Ryker said, nodding at me. He looked up at me then looked down at the papers again. I looked at Miley who shook her head, shrugging her shoulders as she didn’t know what annoyed the Alpha. Whatever it was, the Alpha kept his eyes fixed on the papers for a few seconds, raising his head to look at us.

I can’t believe that Oliver hurt this sweet little girl. I hate him even more than I did before. He doesn’t care about anyone other than himself. He truly is the monster that he claims that we are. “Ishir is the tiger’s name. He is my mate, my rider. Would you be okay if he came out to sit with us?” I ask Nova. “Will he hurt me, Zephyr?” she asks, her big green eyes looking up at me.

Abyan chuckled. "Then, when did you execute Felix?" "Very soon, before Yegor managed to meet him and take advantage of the circumstances for his benefit. I didn't think Yegor was a man without honor. I think that as a hired killer, Yegor is still an onion," said Abyan, who is called by the name of the continent in Russia.