All Chapters of Bratva Wolves Collection: Chapter 201 - Chapter 210

Arya I don’t know what the female version of freeballing is, but I’m doing that right now on this motorcycle since Dimitri ripped off my thong. It feels like a literal vibrator against my already throbbing clit, and I’m scared that I might just fall into another wave of ecstasy. All too soon, he pulls up outside of my apartment building, and I get off, my legs wobbly from this evening’s events. But before I head up, I pull out my cell phone and text Raven to let him know that I’m outside the building, so he better be decent. “By the way, next week, my brother and four other Alphas will be hosting a ball, and I would like you to join me as my mate,” Dimitri says as he gets off the motorcycle and sits down before pulling me in between his legs. “Like, a real ball?” I ask with wide, excited eyes, and he nods. “I would be honoured to join you, Mitya,” I say, feeling absolutely giddy! A real ball, with fancy dresses and everything! Wait, but if his brothers are hosting it, there will

AryaIt feels like my head is being held underwater, and yet I am breathing. I can hear voices above me, but I can’t understand what is being said… The last thing I remember is seeing Dimitri’s mournful eyes looking down at me.How long have I been lying on this cold floor? It feels like I’ve been asleep while hearing these voices above me for a long time.“Arya…” I hear my name being called somewhere in the distance and sit up way too quickly. My head is pounding, and I can’t see anything in front of me; however, I’ve been spelunking before and know exactly where I am.My eyes adjust to the darkness, and I take in my surroundings in the cave. I can hear the faint sound of water trickling somewhere as well, but the sound of my breathing echoes around the cave. Where the hell am I, and how did I get here?I can see ancient markings on the walls, drawings of fearsome beasts, men with sharp spears, and words written in an ancient script. “Xamnir,” I read the only word in English and run

AryaMy heart is full and bursting right now: everyone has accepted me as part of the pack! I must admit that it’s still odd to think of myself as a werewolf or shifter of any kind. I, a once arrogant and proud Mafia princess, accepted into a great family such as this.I must be dreaming.Not only that, but Caterina removed the scars from my face! I nearly passed out from the shock when I saw my reflection! She didn’t even need to do it, since I’ve come to terms with my scars, but seeing my old face made me realise how much I have missed it!Call me vain, but I missed my own beauty. But this time around, I know that I will not be as arrogant as I used to be since every woman standing next to me is exceptionally beautiful. Although right now, I am feeling extremely self-conscious standing naked in front of them as they try to give me advice.“Okay, Arya, I want you to close your eyes and look at your wolf; make eye contact and do not blink. She will know what to do from there,”“Oh, d

Arya/“Hey, Arya, are you up yet?”//“Come on, please tell us you’re awake already! It’s noon!”/My eyes flutter open to the voices booming in my head, and I groan, trying to drown them out with a pillow to my head.“Argh, go away!” I exclaim while holding the pillow to my face. “I wanna sleep! Leave me alone!”I hear Dimitri chuckling next to me, and then he pulls the pillow from my head while I can do nothing but protest. “I think the women want your attention, Princess,” he says, shaking his head.“But I’m exhausteeeed!” I pout, folding my arms. “How can they expect me to be bright-eyed and bushy-tailed after spending my wedding night with a Volkov?”He laughs again, then gets up and straddles me with a mischievous look in his eyes. I can’t help but peek up at him and run my hands down his perfectly chiselled body.“Hmm,” I say appreciatively, and he rolls his eyes.“Get your ass out of bed, Princess; we have a long day ahead of us,” He says, then plants a kiss on my forehead and

DimitriI watch the sun set over Paris and sigh, knowing this would be our final night here. Arya’s paintings and art have become world-renowned, and in that, we haven’t been able to focus much on ourselves. The last few years have been a whirlwind, so much so that we haven’t been able to focus on ourselves or starting a family together. Sure, everyone back home understands, and so do I, but I can’t help but feel a sliver of disappointment at where our lives have led us.I want a family with my mate; I want us to settle down and get our lives together. However, I can’t force this on Arya. But I know that I will need to speak with her about this soon. Even as my wolf knots her each time we make love, nothing has come of it. Is it my fault? Is my body too weak?A head leans against my back. “Hey, Mitya,” came the voice of my angel, alluring as usual. I turn around to face her, about to offer her a fake smile, when I see the tears in her eyes and her bottom lip trembling. “Arya, what-”