Dalton Greyjoy Novels & Stories

I asked. “That’s the name Siegfried gave his pack of rogues,” David explained, rolling his eyes. “As for Delaney. He shouldn't have even been there since he doesn’t live in Mount Hood. After Alpha killed Delaney’s old Alpha and took over his pack, he's fairly new to the pack. Delaney was overseas at the time, so only recently took the blood oath,” he shook his head. Now it was my turn to frown. Nothing David’s said about Kitty or Colby made me feel any better about them being there. But I was hopeful that they might have a lead on finding Siegfried.

I hadn’t known he held such a powerful position. Another man rose from his seat, straightening his tall, muscular frame. His voice was strong, yet his posture hinted at a restrained aggression. "My name is Zephry Dalton, of The Raven Pack." He barely inclined his head, his eyes on his hands, seemingly dismissive of the entire ceremony. I could feel the tension radiating from him, a presence that demanded attention even as he looked away.

And with that, he turned and stalked out of the cabin as fast as he had entered, shutting the door hard behind him. My mother collapsed into a chair, shaking. "Who was that, Annie? His power.it was wonderful. I've never felt anything like it, not even from the Martial Lord." I kept mute, but I knew then my mom knew my state. I couldn't say a lot. I looked down at my babies, their tiny fists opening and closing. My sons needed a pack. They needed the best protection they would have. And Damon, for his wickedness, was still an Alpha, still known by all. The strange man was too much of a risk.

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

“Yes.” Kayson’s frown was tightly knitted. He really was not expecting this. The owner of Eden Joy seemed to be highly capable! He actually had so many talented people working for him. “Who gave you the Charmboard?” “My senior.” “Who’s your senior? Where is he?” asked Kayson. “My senior is Adalon Gray. I don’t know where he currently is either.” ‘Adalon Gray?’ Kayson thought of Master Gray from Eden Joy and asked, “Is he referred to as Master Gray?”

“You’re calling the cops?” “No, I’m calling an ambulance. You said there are children. They need medical attention, we can report the accident later. Write down your details, please.” He handed me a black notebook. The front is embossed with gold lettering. Greyson Elliot. Slack-jawed, I glanced at the notebook, then cast my gaze over the God before me. It can’t be? It’s not possible. He has Greyson’s eyes but nothing else. Greyson Elliot is a scrawny, acne-ridden geek and dirt poor. And I haven’t laid eyes on him in a decade.

My heart raced against my ribcage with each step I took, and seeing my friend’s blood on my hand, I couldn’t help but feel my chest ache. Entering the bathroom, I stared at my reflection for a second as I turned the faucet on to wash the blood off my hands. My eyes held anger, hatred, and darkness like never before, and I knew that all these emotions were directed at ONE person, and one person alone. I, Alpha Dante D’Angelo, will not rest or stop until you are dead, Giovanni D’Angelo. It is time for you to sleep with one eye open, because I am coming for you…

I trust him with my life. Grey doesn't have a mate or much of a family. He is always with Jaxon unless Jaxon tells him to do other things throughout the pack. Jaxon said he feels better when Grey is with me just in case of another attack. Sometimes Grey is a little extreme about his duty to protect me and he will even wait outside the bathroom door while I shower or use the toilet. Grey has two personalities I am pretty sure. There is the laid back "Just Grey" and then there is the "On Duty Grey" who is very serious and never smiles. He barely blinks.

He was strong, but Grey was an Alpha—a ruthless, battle-hardened warrior. Oscar met my gaze, his expression unreadable. “Well?” Grey taunted. “Are you willing to die for her?”

Grey replied with a grin. Zyrielle Grey De Elleonor, or simply Grey, was the most handsome among their group. The youngest of three siblings, he was the son of a businessman and a famous actress. Grey possessed a face that could rival myths, with gentle eyes, a perfectly shaped nose, and slightly rosy lips that caught attention wherever he went. Blue held the middle part of his body. “Damn. Just her name already makes my butt tingle. When is it? Now? Should we cut class?”