Dakota Milo Murphy Novels & Stories

You’re so fucking funny. Juniper puts herself on time out in the back of my mind, so I can run with our mate. Dakota is a beautiful pure white wolf; his fur almost looks like it glitters in the moonlight. He was taller than normal Alphas, which is to be expected considering he’s the future Alpha King of the Lunar Realm. He’s the most handsome wolf I’ve ever seen, and I can’t help the sense of pride that rips through me, looking at him running next to me. Dakota stops suddenly, and I blow right by him. Baby, what’s going on? I say in our mind link.

"Nina is our new Luna. Didn't you sign a sex contract with her at a time, ordering her around like she's one infamous bitch? Can you do that now?" "Who are you?" I looked into his eyes and asked. "I swear on my mother's name that I will kill you if you don't tell me the motives you've had all this while." "Your mother's name? The same mother who's behind bars? I laugh at you in derision," Murphy said, and then showed me a card, like an ID card. "As earlier mentioned, I am a research analyst. But not just that, I am an advocate for Jace and Nina's rulership of Velmora."

Milo greeted me with a wide smile on his face. Milo is one of my closest friends in Bendoveh Island's Sixth District. He is the only bartender who does not consume alcohol. He's been clean for nearly three years. We grew up together and have been looking out for each other ever since. I've been going to the 69ers Club every night, and Milo has been my spotter and wingman when it comes to women.