B Dalton Books Novels & Stories

She answered “What about the other one?”I asked about the second member of the Daleton Boys. “Oh, his name is Ivanovo Daleton. Ivan is the smart one and the star athlete out of the three of them. He plays basketball and his family owns Daleton prep.” “Wow, does he like have any famous sibling too?” I asked very much curious about them. “Not really, he has two brothers but they’re in middle school”. She answered. “He mentioned having a girlfriend, do you know who she is?”

And so, Dalton woke up one morning with one–half of his hair dyed red, one-fourth dyed blue, and the rest dyed green. After he spent an hour crying in the bathroom, he went down to eat his normally light breakfast. But two spoonfuls in, he was downing a big carton of cold milk. He glared at Nora who resumed her breakfast like she didn't dump a whole bottle of spicy chili powder on her brother's breakfast just minutes ago. Dalton left the breakfast table and marched towards his car. He was just going to get breakfast on his way to school and grab a wig as well.

The rich aroma of roasted chicken wafted through the grand dining hall, but my appetite wasn’t enough to silence the whirlwind in my mind. Dalton—*King* Dalton—the most powerful and feared Lycan I’d ever encountered, was dying. Drusilla had said it so casually, as though it were just another piece of gossip, but the weight of her words clung to me. He seemed so indomitable, a force of nature that could crush anything in his path. Yet now, she claimed he was wasting away, cursed.

and I’ll pick us out some clothes and grab the towels.” He nodded and kissed my forehead before he headed in there. I let out a huge sigh. His emotions were all over the place and it was taking a toll on me. I could feel his sadness, exhaustion, and worry. They were thick and suffocating. I never truly understood the weight of being an Alpha until now. He worries for his people and everyone else that he hold dear to him. I’m amazed he doesn’t have some form of anxiety. I grabbed him a black shirt, dark ripped up blue jeans, and a pair of socks from him closet and sat them on the dresser. Then I reached in and grabbed a black pair of pants for me and a black shirt. We looked like the Addams

As the thud of the heavy leather hit the floor and echoed throughout the endless room, books started flying off the shelves, pages fluttering towards me in a whirl of turbulence, surrounding me like a twister. An abundant amount of words flamed from each page that quivered like a feather as it blew around me. The words; burned their sacred information into my eyes, soaking up each and every paragraph and phrase, a fountain of knowledge hurling itself at me and my wolf, consuming me and etching their distinct meaning into my very consciousness. And amongst the fluttering fury surrounding me, I saw Kellen, watching. “Miss. Langley, would you care to answer the question?” huh? I had tuned every

The bridge liked parties. “Ledger,” Sable said, and held up vellum that caught the moon wrong. The words were rust water; the seal was green wax with tiny teeth marked in it like someone had bitten a pastry. HAZEL DALTON, PROMISSORY, CALLER’S DUE. Callers; Jacob Dalton. Harper Dalton. My mouth tasted like iron for a second, the bad kind, the kind that came from swallowing someone else’s choices. The tattoos warmed under Grady’s hand and stayed warm, no spike, no panic. He loosened his palm when I breathed and the porch light in my ribs stayed on.

Epona strokes cloud dancers neck and continued to smile as she said “ he was born of my mare Misty Dancer and his sire is Your fathers steed Storm Cloud. he was meant to be the mount for your mother but no one else in the high royal family could see has value. It pleases me to see somebody understands he worth.” Running her hand down Cloud Dancer’s neck one more time before turning to walk away. As she did she looked Andy in the eyes and said “ i’m glad he found the person he was supposed to be worth, because there are worse gods he could’ve ended up with.” After speaking her piece Epona walked back to the group courtiers waiting for her buy her horse.

“I could ask you why you’re here, too.” Dalton comes into view. In the near total darkness, his features are shadowed, nothing but the brief outline of his lit cigarette to cast a shred of light over his chiseled face. Compared to the finance bros from the club, Dalton is ruggedly handsome with an edge of mystery I find fascinating, not the classically charming Ivy League type at all. He’s the type of guy I’d expect to run into at a dark poetry reading at a bookstore in Seattle, and that’s not a bad thing. “I didn’t know you smoked.”

Dalton opened the first drawer of his study table, pulled the bottle out of the zip bag and cautiously placed it down on the table. Taking his seat, Dalton leaned forward, his elbows resting on the table. Leaning closer, I sniffed it, only to confirm my doubts. “It was him.”

“Because I most certainly am.” “I–I’m sorry,” Sam said in a defeated tone. “Sorry for what exactly? Oh, you think you can now apologize and show compassion because you somehow know that I’m now your daughter. That’s just messed up.” I then looked at my mom. “And as for you, you’re messed up for what you did to dad.” “I did not want to break his heart. It was because Dalton found a love note from Sam to me that he was thrown out of the pack. So imagine if he would have found out that I had a child for Sam.”