Dawson Leery Novels & Stories

They smiled. “I don’t like to think that the Goddess favors me more than others. But I am forever grateful to her for this second chance to have a mate, and my wolf restored.” Dad nodded. “So, do I get an introduction? Or am I just the dude that’s driving?” David teased. “Oh, right. So I’ve told you I’d been going to the gym and had a fitness trainer. Well, that’s him. Leo, meet David Bryant, aka stripper cop.” I snickered, making introductions.

"... the world stops. And before you know it, you just don’t want to stop kissing him." "Still sounds yucky to me." I laughed heartily, tapping the tip of her nose with my finger. "You will eat your words one of these days. But no rush, sweetheart. You’re still young. The perfect kiss will come at the right time." "Like right now?" A deep, baritone voice came out of nowhere, and both Anya and I swung our heads in the direction of the voice. Dawson, Riley’s cousin from the Green Valley Pack, was leaning his shoulder against the kitchen entryway with his arms folded against his chest. He was the third son of Alpha Vesmont, Riley's uncl.

“That may be, but there are others out there that cannot, it is why they need you, they need you to lead even if they don’t know it yet” “I am not a leader Lucian” “You are, more than you know but if I cannot convince you, maybe there is someone who can” A rap on the door diverts my attention and Lucian tells me to open it. Daryl is standing out in the hallway more muscular than ever but his dark curls had been cut off, leaving his hair short but styled, tattoos peeked out the top of his shirt on either side of his neck but the bright blue of his eyes remain unchanged.

James corrects. Dylan ignores him, turning his full attention back to me. “I’m Dylan by the way. Dylan Reeves. And these are my friends, Adam Radcliffe and James Ferraro,” he gestures to them respectively. “I’m Daisy. Daisy Caldwell,” I manage to say, instantly hating how embarrassed I sound. “I watched the competition,” James says, pushing his glasses up. “That final exam was insane. A perfect score? That’s unheard of.” “And the way you led your team through the Gravewood,” Dylan continues, and his eyes are practically glowing now. “That was brilliant. You were strategic, compassionate, and ruthless when you needed to be. You’re kind of a legend here already.”

The large TV screen was showing a news report of Amanda Dawson buying an exorbitantly priced diamond watch as a birthday gift for Leroy Blanchard. At first, I thought that she would be staying with him tonight and wouldn't come back home. However, I received a phone call from her later. In a commanding tone, she said, "Leroy wants to eat the cheesecake bites you made the last time. Make some and deliver them immediately to Skybar Lounge now." I hadn't even said anything when Leroy's voice floated in clearly from the other end of the line.

The word tasted like ash in my mouth. A shuffling step on the stone behind me made me turn. It was Dawson, Darius’s Beta. He was a great guy, strong and loyal, but right now he looked like he’d been through a meat grinder. His face was pale beneath a layer of grime, his arm was in a sling, and he was limping badly, favoring his right leg. “What the hell are you doing out of bed?” I asked, my voice coming out harsher than I intended.

Those sterling gray orbs, heart shaped face, and brown locks, he was sure that he had seen them somewhere before. "Yes sir" he replied obediently. Turning around his branded shoes he went inside the office to meet hospital's manager. Dawson Wayans, a well known reputed name in the city of Manchester. Everyone knew his name like a chant. He was the legal and sole heir of Dawson enterprises. All the inherited business from his father and seven years of blood and sweat enabled him to make his own empire. His only family was his young brother Jason who was studying in Australia. After analyzing the record of donations until the past year, he ended the meeting.

I just hope he will be able to get along with me. “Stop the act Donald, you want to monitor my movements with this woman and make sure I don’t go overboard,” Dawson shrugged, standing up from his chair, he gulped down the scotch he had been staring at and shifted his gaze to me. I felt my heart leap again, his blue eyes felt as if they could see through my clothes. I had to quickly move my gaze towards the deputy, who was in turn staring at me also; adding to my already frightened self. Instead of countering Dawson’s word, the deputy poured himself a drink instead; which confirmed that what Dawson just stated could be true.

Chasity made sure to text her friend, letting them know that she was catching a ride with me again, back to my house. “Hey Dawson,” John greeted with a sympathetic smile as he jumped into the back seat. “You feel better?” Gio asked, as he too, got into the car. Chasity nodded her head and replied “yeah.” Liar, I inwardly thought to myself. All three of us knew that she was lying, but we knew that she was just trying to put up a brave face. That is one of the things I realized about Dawson. She only shows fear when it comes to something that could hurt her mother. For example, the letter scared her because she was concerned about how it could affect her mom. This rumor hurts her, but she is p

Dawson said, sitting up and rubbing his head. He still had a bit of a black eye from where Damien knocked him out and it was just adorable. He was going to be furious when he looked in the mirror though, it was very ugly and Dawson certainly liked to look his best. “Oh crap isn’t your mom’s press conference today? How long does a rut last? Where’s the helicopter? Is there food here,” I said, standing and belting out all my current questions. Both of my mates stared at me and licked their lips as if in unison. I looked down at my body, I was completely covered in hickeys and red marks. My jaw fell.