Dalton Veil Novels & Stories

Dalton chuckled in my ears and then answered, “I’m not opposed to the idea, but I wouldn’t let anyone see you naked, so no, we are not getting frisky here. We can save the frisky part for later.” “Says the man who was dominating me in front of a crowd while I was naked, I might add, and enjoyed it very much,” I commented, reminding him of the fairy forest. “That’s different,” he exclaimed. “How is it different?” I asked. “There was a veil in between, so they only saw your silhouette, not you. No way in hell would I have taken you there if there was no veil in between,” Dalton said while guiding me somewhere. His statement made no sense, but I let Dalton guide me wherever he was guiding me.

Daniel asked without taking his amused look off Sam. “It will be another time, my girlfriend is indisposed and we have to go back,” Arthur answered half uncomfortably. He didn't like that man, just as he didn't like the fact that he was a friend of the Deltons and Jones, it was obvious that he was part of their shady business. “By the way, you didn't answer my question,” Daniel attacked. “It's a private question, Mr. White. You alone have had the decency to ask about my bride's veil, it is a custom in her country," he lied to get out of the way.

, I had no idea that was why he was bringing me here but I had nothing, literally nothing except what I was wearing when I ran away. Maddox snorts and rubs his greying beard, “You will need to replace her” “We do not have slaves, we have moved on with the world and so should you” Daryl offers a hand to me so I could get down off the bike, once again the electricity from his touch sending a shock through me. I knew he felt it too as he winks at me Daryl stepped towards Maddox “Show me her room”, Daryl was much bigger than Maddox, it was the first time seeing Maddox look smaller than other Alphas.

Dalton. He walked toward us with long, confident steps. His jaw was tight, his eyes locked straight on Ophelia. The hall grew quiet. People noticed him—of course, they did. He was Dalton Montclair, the richest man in the city, and his presence always demanded attention. But the way he was looking at her? It was pure fire. “I suggest you shut your mouth, Ophelia,” Dalton said coldly. “You’re embarrassing yourself.” Ophelia blinked, taken aback. "I—"

She’d spun pain into poetry and left it sitting in my chest like a seed that didn’t know whether to bloom or rot. My stomach churned. I hated that Vanessa’s words were still echoing in my head. Hated that, for even one second, I’d started to wonder if there was truth in them. Dalton had secrets. That much I knew. He kept things close, buried deep. But abusive? No. Not him. Not the man who looked at me like I was the only thing grounding him. Still… maybe there were things he hadn’t told me. Maybe Vanessa wasn’t lying completely, just twisting something true into something poisonous.

Dalton looks like he is pained, “It’s stupid, and I don’t want you to feel like I still have feeling for Crystal, because I don’t, it’s that I was kinda hoping, you know, to me it would feel better knowing.” “You ruined her for everyone else?” I finish his thought and try to keep from laughing. “I know it sounds horrible, but Zeus is my nieces father my former brother in law, to think of her loving him, just,” Dalton exhales. “Why isn’t she super jealous and trying to kill me to get to you?” I smirk. “Is that too much for a guy to ask,” Dalton laughs. “I would kill to keep you, is that enough?” I ask him. “Yes,” Dalton nods and we kiss. Our first kiss of the day.

"Honey, you have to do something about your daughter before she destroys Fely. I don't want anything to happen to my daughter." Dalton sighed. "You forgot, honey? She is no longer my daughter because I have thrown her away and even she herself has changed her name," Dalton said firmly. He kissed her hair and hugged her tightly. "Don't worry, I'll take care of it to the end. You take care of Fely and leave Lea's business to me." Dalton walks into his study and calls someone on the phone. "Yes, Mr. Dalton?" "I want you to kill someone for me," Dalton said matter-of-factly. "Make it as neat as possible, quickly, as if it were an accident and leave no traces."

Dalton stood at the edge of the garden, his presence cutting through everything else, and even without moving, he commanded the space in a way that made the air feel tighter. And yet, he was smiling. Not broadly, not openly, but there was something there, something subtle and almost amused, and it confused me more than anything else. My breath caught slightly as his gaze held mine, and for a brief moment, something inside me softened before I could stop it. “Aluna.” The way he said my name sent a small jolt through me, and my body stiffened instantly as I turned fully to face him, suddenly aware that I was still holding whatever strange control I had over Vanessa.

If he even cared. I stumbled forward, smoke burning my lungs. I wasn’t even sure where I was running, just that I needed help. Needed someone to help me. “Aurelia!” The voice ripped through the smoke. I turned and saw Dalton, his dark hair drenched with sweat, eyes wide as he pushed through the chaos. His gaze found mine, and something in his expression cracked when he saw Kael in my arms. And saw who was missing. “No...” he whispered, reaching for me. “Where is...?”

Dalton stepped inside. His gray hair looked more disheveled than usual, and he was still wearing his coat. The sight immediately made my stomach tighten. Dalton was a man who believed in preparation, routine, and measured reactions. If he was standing in my bedroom after midnight, something was wrong, very wrong. He closed the door behind him and cleared his throat. "Alex, we have a situation." A humorless smile pulled at my mouth. "Another one?" He didn't smile back. "It's bad."