Dalton Greyjoy Novels & Stories

I shook my head and looked at the other person, eating mac and cheese. “Antonia, is he a regular customer here?” I asked, looking at him curiously. “Oh, that is Grey,” She replied, shocking me. “What?” I gasped in shock. “Yes, that is him. Let me introduce you to him," she said. “I am sure that you would love talking to him.” What the hell?? Grey was the antidote giver??

The Alpha Blood pack was in the news every day. People were talking bad about my mate and I could do nothing but daydream of punching reporters in their nasty faces. I sat in front of the television that evening, munching on a snack while waiting for my mate to return home. “… Keep in mind that Alpha Dorian Greyson, the head of the Greyson family is also missing after an altercation with Alpha Cahir Armani. Georgia, do you think these incidences are related?” The hook-nosed reporter of The Wolves Channel asked the guest on the news that evening.

The impact sent Greyjoy to his knee, his eyes swimming with disorientation. Seizing the fleeting opportunity, Adams capitalized on those precious seconds, rebounding off the ropes of the ring and propelling himself in a flying kick aimed directly at Greyjoy's skull. BOOM! Greyjoy collapsed, unconscious and defeated, while Adams emerged as the triumphant victor. Adams didn't revel in the moment as much as he could have, his primary relief lying in the fact that he emerged from the grueling battle with his life intact. Nonetheless, the crowd erupted in thunderous applause and cheer, their resounding voices chanting his name in unison: "Adams! Adams! Adams!"

“Still in the Snowlands. Last I heard, he killed an alpha and married her wife. Ingrid, I think her name was.” “Alex, then.” “Probably. I’ll send someone to monitor the Grey Keep. He could make things difficult for us.” The thread of light that Liana gave Blake wraps around his soul and pulses inside him. He shifts on the stone, stretching one of his legs and arching his back slightly. Jack frowns. “What’s wrong with you?” “I can feel her.” Jack’s nostrils flare, then he chuckles. “Luckily for you, she’s not a half-wolf who’s just about to go through the transition ... oh, wait...”

while tilting his head. The girl who came to help me tried to hold back her laughter. Dane glanced at her questionably. “Got something to add Kendra?” “Catrina is a lying bitch,” Kendra unveiled. “Fuck you!” Catrina snapped back. Dane looked at all of us before settling his gaze on me. “New girl, what happened?” I tilted my head to the side, letting my hair fall over my eye, and replied, “Nothing, sir.” Catrina hissed, “It’s Alpha!”

Dalton was now a sight for sore eyes. He wasn't sporting the cropped look anymore. It was now spiked up but a bit disheveled for a sexy effect. He was tall, around six-foot-two and his forest green eyes - one of his best attributes that I loved to gaze all day - was sparkling, and filled out like a killing machine, all thanks to being a quarterback of the football team.

He referred to the mother of Katara. “Life was good. Well, until I found out that Dalton and Alexa had a child together; a girl named Lucia.” He added, and I gulped. My heart skipped a beat at the mention of my real name. “And that triggered you?” “Damn right, it did. So I went back with my men and we wreaked havoc on the Thunder pack, making them pay for the injustice they had done to me.” He closed his eyes for a few seconds and then opened them as he breathed out a sigh. “I squeezed the life out of Dalton with my bare hands and it felt so darn good.” He wet his lips.

Alessio brought out the DNA paper and handed it to her. He picked it. I wonder what kind of brain cells my children had. Definitely not one for children but adults. "I don't understand." Bianca said, a scowl on her face. "Damien Struck? As in the Damien Struck that controls the whole country, who are we talking about here. I thought it was a Grey?" She asked, dropping the paper on her table. Indeed the bartender had called him Grey that night. "Grey Gary is Papa's assistant." Alessio said, looking between me and her Aunty.

I looked around my apartment, trying to figure out how to get out of the mess we were currently in. "Caitlin, I-" Just then the door got kicked down and I gasped grabbing Micahs hand and taking a few steps backwards. In walked a man dressed in all black, it contrasted hugely against the silver hair on his head and the silver gun in his hand, already pointed directly at Micah. "Drop it or I'm shooting him right in the fucking face." The man growled, glaring at me and I gulped. I slowly placed it down the table, right next to my wine glass. He had an accent, the same one like Dominic's.

“At least you were aware that this is inevitable! Not bad! out of nowhere, a voice came leisurely from the outside. “Young master Grey!” the manager was ecstatic. The merciless eleventh young master of the Grey family had come in person. He is Dahlia Grey first cousin. He thought in his heart “be ready to kneel and beg for mercy! No, there might not even be chance to beg!” Marky Grey! The eleventh young master of the Grey family. He was only 18 years old, but he was already well-known for his ruthlessness. The manager was beaten up earlier. Since Marky was here now, he could take revenge for him.