What if who you thought you were was only a drop in the ocean of time?
What if your existence was fated to follow a predestined path?
And you hated that path. And you fought fate.
Katya Luschkova longs to break free from the suffocating hold of he...
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Dmitri stood next to Ronan as the envoy pulled into Dark Moon. Ronan had sent for the neighboring Alpha the morning they had commenced their little scheme. Dmitri didn't feel at ease meeting him here away from his own pack but that was a minor inconvenience. The vehicles came to a stop and from the sedan in the middle, he stepped out. He had dirty blonde hair, was reasonably built and he did nothing to hide his Alpha power —as expected of Leonid Luzhkov.
While he respected most of the Alphas that he had come across so far, every now and then he would find a few that he couldn't tolerate. But never had Dmitri met an Alpha that he absolutely abhorred on sight. There was indeed a first time for everything. Luzhkov drew nearer and he fought to resist the urge of ripping his head from his body.
There was something off about him —he didn't smell right. It was as if he was stained or tainted by something and it felt familiar but Dmitri couldn't quite put his finger on it. Whatever it was, it made him shudder at the thought of breathing the same air as him. He attempted to keep the revulsion off his face —for this to work the three of them had to cooperate, or at least pretend to. Luzhkov's men, about five of them, were on standby at the vehicles while another flanked him as he reached them.
Sticking out a hand to Ronan, he said with a wide smile, his light blue eyes gleaming, "Good to see you Alpha Ronan. I hope your pack is faring well."
Ronan extended his own hand and plastered a smile on his face. "We are well, thank you. Welcome to our pack Alpha Luzhkov. Brief as it may be, I hope you enjoy your stay."
Dmitri snickered. Ronan didn't even give Luzhkov the chance to settle in before telling him to get out. Luzhkov chuckled as he turned his attention to Dmitri, not missing Ronan's implication. "Alpha Arkadin, what a surprise! Had I known you were coming I would have come a little more prepared," he said as he studied Dmitri with cool eyes. "But it seems it would have been unnecessary."
A tremor rocked through Dmitri, as he tried to hold back the power his Wolfe wanted desperately to release. He shrugged, not moving his hands from his pockets or even attempting anything remotely close to a greeting. "Even I was expecting you to bring more men. An Alpha like you always needs them after all."
Leonid narrowed his eyes and didn't bother to hide his hostility. Dmitri only snorted and glanced at Ronan, hoping he moved things along.
"I see why it may be a bit difficult for you two to get along. But for the sake of finishing our business together let's try for civility, no?" Ronan injected skillfully, looking from Dmitri to Luzhkov as if unsure of them both. Ronan had missed the opportunity of a lifetime by not choosing acting as a career path.
Leonid backed down and said with a sigh, "I suppose you're right. I do have other business to attend to. I must thank you Alpha Ronan for the help with my pest matter."
Ronan looked sympathetic toward Leonid as he said, "Of course. It is a trying issue for any pack to deal with. I can only hope that you will treat it the same way should the situation be reversed."
