Novel & Cerita Dalton Veil

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

I glanced at her, catching her eye as I mouthed a thank you to her. "Will you ever leave Elizabeth alone?" He asked her, a playful smile playing on her lips. "Of course not, as she is a thorn in everyone's neck, so I will be a thorn in her neck," Elivira said to him and they both laughed. "There's a lot that we need to do. The downtown keeps suffering from the ghost hunters" Alpha Elijah said and I felt grateful that the attention had shifted from me. "The ghost hunters? I thought the downtown has been sealed?" Elvira asked but he shook his head.

Dalton answered, "Yeah. ""Yes, that's him," Abelard said, grinning and nodding. Geoffrey said, "Quite the impressive young man." But even though Geoffrey, Darius, and Kenton knew his father, Dalton had never really met them because they were often busy. "Thank you, sir," Dalton said, making sure to shake Geoffrey's hand as he welcomed him. At that moment, he saw Henley Hawkins and Vesta exiting a modern vehicle. Dalton was momentarily surprised. Henley and Vesta were equally taken aback when they saw Dalton, Kenton, Darius, and the others. Seeing even one of these powerful individuals in one location was uncommon.

My body begins to tremble as I kneel in a shower of glass. I hear it crunching on the far side of the room and look up to find Dalton standing in the archway leading out of the dining room, his face a mask of concern. His lips part like he’s about to say something, but a door on the second floor slams shut, and then light footsteps are moving rapidly down the stairs. “Stay here. Bailey is coming,” Dalton says hurriedly, and scoops up a dead crow, its blood soaking into his shirt as he turns with the bird and disappears into the shadows of the dining room once again.

“Eliza, you’ll be her maid. Get her chambers ready.” “As you wish.” He waves them away; a sinister smirk stretches across his lips as he adds inwardly, ‘I can practically feel that power inside me already.’ Varkhul’s satisfactory rumble echoes in his mind. Dalton’s POV Dalton makes his way to the dungeons below; the deeper he goes, the colder and damper the air gets. Torches flicker as he passes; he strides by. ‘Geez, it never changes, huh.” His wolf quips. Dalton hums in response.

Atlas suddenly took his hand back and pushed the wheelchair somewhere else. The morning did not go smoothly. Looking at the man's back, Daisy called the servant to clean up the rubble on the ground. Seeing the newspaper still lying on the table, she picked it up and read it. The content was nothing special, mainly introducing products of the Drkov group, but looking at the words Rainbow Colors, she remembered the conversation between the two men. This is the name of this outfit, under the name Dalziel, the problem is why Atlas became so agitated, is there any problem with this outfit? Looking at the man sitting in a wheelchair in the dark room, she wanted to ask but stopped because she was a

The sunlight poured through the sheer curtains of Alpha Dalton’s room, bathing the space in a golden glow. It was annoyingly picturesque, a sharp contrast to the cold sterility of the decor—gray walls, minimalist furniture, and not a single speck of warmth anywhere. The faint scent of cedar and leather lingered in the air, a quiet reminder of who owned this room. The events of last night clawed at my thoughts, especially his parting words. “This is my room, Tila,” Dalton had said, his voice calm but unyielding. “Besides, I never have the habit of forcing women, so rest assured. My Beta will send you the contract.” Then he’d left, like dropping that bombshell was no big deal.

They were preparing to leave and Ziven had already thrown Amelthia in a basement of some weird building. He had tied her hands and feet and had put her by the wall in a corner. he looked at her with a sly smirk on his face as he felt as a winner who had won from his biggest enemy. he couldn't help but actually think about Amelthia with him there and how he can now do whatever he wants with her. The site of Amelthia in front of him on cold floor was so amusing to him that he laughed maniacally. He clapped his hands appreciating his own plan and work and he left the room, he didn't forgot to lock the door from outside.

Dalton retched for a few moments before he sat down and gasped for breath. "Brother, mercy… It was my fault, my fault…" Dalton begged with a horrified expression. Dalton was utterly petrified! Since his bodyguards were no match to that man, he might torture Dalton again if he acted stubbornly. Even though he surrendered, his mind was filled with hatred! 'F*ck, I've never tasted piss before! Just you wait, I'll get you when I have the chance.' Darryl gave Dalton a cold smile and adjusted his suit before he walked out of the washroom.

“And Elara?” I looked back at her. She hesitated, then said, “Whatever you find in that vault — be ready. It’s not the story you think it is.” She drove off before I could reply, her taillights vanishing into the dark. The elevator that led up to Whitlock Tower’s sublevels was hidden behind a maintenance door. Damien found it using the old security codes from his father’s files. We rode down in silence, the hum of the elevator filling the narrow space. My heartbeat echoed in my ears.