Nikolai "Natalia says she will be here in one month, once she completes her current assignment," Mikhail said. I nodded at that. She was very thorough with her job. "What about the small neighbourhood heads?" I asked Dimitri. "We are still on it. We have targeted a few neighbourhoods from where I know we will get some intel," he replied, showing me the file with all the information of the heads and their pictures. I looked through all of them. "Don't take this one. It may be a small area, but it is in a good neighbourhood. Covering for a missing person will be difficult. I don't want them pissing their pants." I rolled my eyes. "Topa is too close to Fusco. Find another one," I told him. "They have to be far away, with no connection to each other and in a bad neighbourhood where no one cares who goes missing." "Adding a couple of warriors would be good. They have good connections. Trackers too," Vladimir muttered. I nodded. "No more than five people," I said. We discussed each on
Nikolai When I saw the first rays of the sun, I got out of bed and headed to the training grounds. I couldn't sleep all night; I was too furious. I needed to talk to Avalyn. I needed to ask her about her previous Masters. I would get the list of all the people who had hurt her and kill them slowly. I was already thinking about new torture techniques. Were all of her previous Masters just sadistic fucks who raped her? Judging by her age, she couldn't have had many masters, but you never know in our fucked up world. I should have fucking trusted my gut. She didn’t even know what she wanted. I fucking knew I needed to wait and that she needed time. But like a dumbass, when she offered, I couldn't say no. Was she even offering because she actually wanted it or because she realized that I wanted it? Maybe she was confusing my wants with her wants. It could be because she was trained to put others' needs before hers, so much so that fulfilling others' needs had become her need. That was
Avalyn "When I was thirteen years old, Emmanuel killed my father to become the Alpha. He was Papa's Beta and my favourite uncle. He had been very close to us, but his desire for more power led him to do it. Initially, I didn't know he killed him. They made it seem like it was a rogue attack. Like his death was an accident. A casualty." Her eyes teared up. "But it was Emmanuel and a few of his loyal men. They were our pack members. They were all sworn to protect me and Papa, but they betrayed us. They killed him." A sob tore from her throat. "They killed Papa." "Emmanuel, who had treated me like his own daughter all my life, told me that they were attacked and that Papa didn't make it. And I believed him," she said and her eyes focused on me again. "I believed him like a fool." "You were young, Avalyn, not a fool. It is natural to trust adults, especially ones that were there for you throughout your life." She pressed her lips together and shook her head. "I still should have known.
Nikolai I woke up the next morning and the first thing I did was train with the pack. I hadn't seen everyone in a while and wanted to check up on them. I had already told all of them that I had found my mate. They were excited to meet her, but I gave them strict instructions to steer clear of her until further notice. The last thing she needed was overwhelming attention. "The mission was successful. The area heads are already in the dungeon," Dimitri informed me after we were done. I smirked and nodded. I was itching for some blood. "Thirty minutes," I told everybody. I went to my room and saw Ava wasn't there. I took a quick shower and went to the kitchen, hoping to catch her before I had to leave. She was there, making pancakes for Andrei and Sofiya. I walked up to her and gave her a peck. "Good morning." I smiled. "Good morning." She smiled back. "Will you have pancakes?" "Only a couple, with chocolate," I said and sat down at the counter. If she wished, I would have breakfas
I messaged Andrei about Ava's whereabouts. She and Sofiya were at the beach, sunbathing. The image of Ava in that skimpy bikini flashed through my mind and I groaned. Fucking hell. I quickly walked to the beach. Andrei was sitting on a hammock, reading a book while Ava and Sofiya were sleeping on beach chairs. Ava was on her front, the back of her bikini top undone, and the bottom had become a damn thong. I gulped. I took a seat beside her and draped a towel over her ass. "Ava," I gently called, trying to wake her up. She jerked awake and looked around. She relaxed when she realized it was me. I chuckled at her reaction. "What are you doing, Nikolai?" she grumbled, rubbing sleep from her eyes. Her skin had turned darker because of the sun. It was not the same creamy, rosy-white complexion I had come to love - the pale colour that easily showed when she blushed. Her skin was sunburnt and I was sure it would hurt later. I tied the top strings on her bikini and she turned around and
Nikolai 2 weeks later. "Ava, wake up, Love," I said, caressing her hair. It was six a.m. and I wanted to start training her that day. She opened her eyes. "What time is it? Am I late?" she mumbled sleepily. "It's six a.m. We are starting your training today. Go get ready. We are already late," I told her. "Yes, Nikolai." She nodded and got up, getting ready quickly. I took her to the estate gym. It was empty, just as I had ordered it to be. "Let's start with a warm-up," I said and told her to copy me as I started with basic warm-up exercises. After we were done, I placed some mats on the ground and motioned her to stand in front of me. "Since your wolf is not present," I started softly, "you are not as strong as most wolves." I knew that she knew that, but me saying it out loud seemed to hurt her more. "Which is why I want you to train, so that you can take care of yourself if needed. I will train you in special techniques that need more skill and little strength. Tell me yo
Nikolai "Hello, Love." I smiled at her as I entered the kitchen. "Hello, Nikolai, here is your breakfast." Ava smiled at me and placed a plate of omelettes on the counter for me. "I want you to do something, Ava," I told her while she made more omelettes. "What do you want me to do?" she asked as she turned off the stove and turned around to give me her full attention. "I want you to start handling the kitchen," I told her seriously. I had thought about it and it seemed perfect. She liked cooking and this way, she would learn what it meant to be in charge of something and to be responsible for it. "I don't think I can do it," she replied, looking at me with scared eyes. "You love cooking; you know everything about it. You don't have to cook for everyone every day. The maids will do that for you. You just have to manage everything." It was the perfect start. "I'm not the right person. Sofiya handles everything and she is good at it," she whispered pleadingly. "You can do it bet
Nikolai 'Alpha, it's Luna. Come to the Kitchen.' Andrei mind-linked me and his wolf felt anxious. I practically ran to the kitchen, thinking about the possibilities of what could have happened. My heart stopped when I saw my mate kneeling on the cake-smeared floor, trying to scrub it clean with an alarming speed. There were small shards of glass on the ground that were hurting her. Her hands were bleeding. She was sobbing hysterically and constantly apologizing. Oh, Goddess. My poor Ava. I couldn't even begin to imagine what would be going on in her mind. My heart clenched in pain, watching her like that. She must have gone through so much for such a little thing to trigger her so much. My heart ached for her. Tears blurred my vision as I walked towards her and bent down. I held her hands, stopping her from hurting herself more. Just how much had Gonzalez fucked with her head? "Ava, get up. It's okay," I told her softly. "But it's not. I need to clean up the mess I made. I'm so s