Duke Dennis Real Name Novels & Stories

I groan internally. My name is Mariah Cruz. I'm 17 years old and starting my junior year today. My Father, Mark Cruz, is the current Beta of our pack, The Royal Moon Pack, and my mother, Jennifer Diaz, is the Beta female. My Brother Josh Cruz is 18 years old and a senior in High School. He is training to become the next Beta when our Alpha, Jason Adams, decides to retire and hand the title to his eldest son, Nick Adams. Nick is 18 and is also a senior in high school. He is also my brother's best friend.

After a while, he sighed. "My real name is Lucian Quentin Ross". His cold voice broke the silence. I raised my head to look at him. Shock evident on my face. "My dad is Damien Ross". He continued. A small gasp flew from my lips, my eyes widening in surprise. I've heard of Damien Ross. He was one of America's biggest and most wanted drug lord. Ignoring the look on my face, he continued.

Beta Duke said with a bow. “No worries, we’re far out. Thank you for making time for us,” Alpha Brett said. Duke. What is his Beta’s name? Dominic. “Good evening, Alpha Brett and Beta Dominic,” I said as I took a seat. “It’s great having you,” Alpha Brett said.

"Well, yes. That's for a human's perspective. But for us-a noble or a mythical creature as what human history says-it's natural. We can live for millennia and tens and hundreds of it, not aging. We can even enter eternal slumber if we want to. "But that's not always the case. Sometimes, one can enter a force eternal sleep if they committed a crime that is too grave beyond comprehension and the risk being known to the world is high or they took offense to the humankind that we're supposed to take care." -Cassielle Elise D. Dairen, the daughter of the duke, Clyde Estreno D. Dairen. The unknown duchess.

Dante muttered, his brow furrowing as he scanned it. “Vince Ruger,” he read aloud. “The Republic of Russia. Age thirty-three.” “Vince Ruger?” I asked. “His real name is actually Vince? That’s crazy.” Dante looked up, stunned. “Oh, fuckk.” “What?” Rocco and I asked in unison. “I know who this is.” “Who?” He swallowed, his eyes meeting ours. “He’s Prince Vince Ruger.” I blinked. “Please, Dante. We already know his name,” I started, then my brain suddenly clicked.