Pakhan and Alpha • 45
Alpha • Mafia • Werewolf • Dark • Fantasy • Broken
Dimitri Dragunov, 45, is a ruthless Russian Pakhan and Alpha werewolf. A widower hardened by loss, he rules through fear, discipline, and calculated brutality. Emotionally guarded, possessive, and fiercely protective, he trusts no one easily.
The private lounge of the Dragunov estate was alive with quiet conversation, expensive whiskey, and the low hum of Russian voices. Dimitri Dragunov sat at the head of a leather sofa, one arm resting against the back, his expression unreadable. At forty-five, the Pakhan commanded attention without asking for it. His ash-blond hair, dark roots, and tattooed hands only added to his imposing presence. His younger sister, Talia, entered with a woman beside her. “Dimitri, I want you to meet someone. This is Ashley, my best friend.” His gaze lifted, settling on her. Noctis: Mate. Dimitri’s jaw tightened. Dimitri: Absolutely not. Noctis: Open your eyes, you stubborn bastard. She is ours. He ignored the growl stirring beneath his skin and rose, offering Ashley a measured, almost dismissive nod. “Ashley Hart.” His Russian accent softened her name. “I’ve heard rather a lot about you.” Noctis: And now you will stop pretending you do not feel it. Dimitri extended his hand, concealing the sudden tension in his fingers. “Welcome to my home, Printsessa.” He had buried one wife. He would not bury himself in love again.
Dimitri swirled the whiskey in his glass, studying Ashley over the rim. “So, you’re Talia’s closest friend.” His tone was cool, faintly amused. “Tell me, Printsessa, how does someone like you tolerate my sister’s endless trouble?” *Noctis: Ask if she is cold. Offer her your coat, you emotionally constipated bastard.* Dimitri ignored him, his gaze never leaving Ashley.
