Duncan Library Novels & Stories

Entering the library, I took a moment to collect myself. I knew she said that she would call me when she was ready for the date, that she would want to go to the saloon and also shopping but I was too anxious and excited that I dressed and came out early. I stayed in the library to gather my thoughts while I reviewed the notes and documents I brought with me from the pack, ensuring that I was well-informed. This note and contract was about the one Luna made with alpha Duncan. I was reviewing it and I noticed that the land was once inhabited but alpha and his warriors had defeated the inhabitants there before thus claiming the land for themselves.

“Alright. Go on.” “Mind if I sit? I’m getting tired of all this standing.” Duncan asked, looking around for a suitable place to sit down. He made for a fallen log of wood, grimacing when he noticed the dampness of the wood penetrate his trousers, and then continued his story. “Anyway, that particular night, I had gotten thrown out again, and it was very cold … so cold that even my thickest sweater did nothing to protect me from the cold. I walked around the street searching for where to sleep that would be a bit warm, but the few people who saw me near their houses drove me away. This would have been around ten in the night. At last, I jumped over the fence of your house and slept on a bench

Glancing over his shoulder to say, "Make sure you show up for the hearing." Duncan swallowed a protest and let out a guttural sound of displeasure instead. He was meant to see Erin in three days, but now his father had soiled his plans. He buried his fingers in his hair and scratched his scalp. How would he relay the message to her? King Mirthon retreated, disappearing into the wing that held his Chambers. Duncan took the wing that had him and Lara's rooms, deciding to have a quick look to ensure she was still safe. She was sitting on the bed with her legs folded underneath her, and her head was buried under a book.

"No, darling, of course, it's not your fault. I just think the idea of you trying to take responsibility for me is very creative. Why don't we give it a try?" "Damn it, tell me what kind of drink will shut you up? Ethan, tell me, and I'll get it for you without hesitation." While Ethan and I were jokingly bantering, Duncan sat quietly on my other side. He rarely rolled up his shirt sleeves, one hand shaking the large ice cubes in his whiskey, the other hand supporting his chin as he watched me. He was just watching me. He used to do this in college too. "Honestly, I almost applied for assistance from the librarian for you. Didn't you notice? He really likes to stare at you in a daze!"

Duncan. Approaching us with Steph by his side and a few men from his farms. They were hauling baskets. Actual baskets—filled with fresh vegetables, fruits, and what looked like jars of honey. I blinked. “What… are you doing here?” Before Duncan could answer, Dr. Houston popped up beside me, grinning like a cat who’d eaten three canaries. “Surprise!” I raised an eyebrow at him. “Duncan’s company made a sizable donation to help fund medication for children in those small communities,” he said brightly. “And since his farm supplies half the region with produce, he offered to deliver fresh food for the families too. Isn’t that something?”

It wasn't at a regional area. It was parked at a public playground in Norwood Green. For the last four days, Duncan’s schedule had completely fractured. He wasn't reviewing pack training logs. He wasn't attending board meetings. He was spending every single free hour lurking in the shadows of that pathetic, small-town border pack, watching Amora and those two bastard children.

I wanted him to be attracted to me in some way so I could get into his mind, and the sooner the better. Duncan glanced at me for a second, and I looked over at him. His expression was impassive as he looked away. I wonder what he was thinking about. He was so guarded sometimes and then playful sometimes. It was too much for me to handle. I hated it “Well, I'm glad I'm just in time for the auction. What are the specials for this one? Any new exotic creatures?” “We'll talk about it at the Vine Mansion.” Duncan said. I watched as he went ahead to Common, newbie. You have a lot to cover before Saturday and Sunday.

Duncan couldn't heal without Ryan and since we've taken the boy away from him, I'm sure he has no hope of ever recovering. "Give me a second. There's something I have to do." He said and went back upstairs. I'm sure now that he knew how important Ryan was, he would place him under high class security this time. We couldn't afford to lose the boy. DUNCAN'S POV Right now, the title of the most misleading thing on earth belonged to this study full of books set in a rogue pack house. I think the fact that the books appeared dusty justifies my exacts thoughts, they had nothing to do with a study and this place clearly looked abandoned.

He felt his heart compressing in his chest as he walked down the hall to his son’s room. When he reached the room, he opened the door and saw Bastien lying on the bed, with a bandage he had made on his hand. I was asleep in there. Duncan remembered the time he had spent talking to the boy, and how much he needed to vent. He sighed and closed the door slowly. Duncan started walking down to the first floor, not realizing he took the path to the pool. He was attracted by the stone path lights realizing that the pool was lit and heated.

The clouds rumbled in the sky, the wind getting colder every second as the smell of rain lingered in the air. As usual, Duncan didn't skip his drink section which he always had at night—downing himself with alcohol always helped him sleep well for some reason. He gulped what was left in his glass before heading into his room, closing his balcony glass door shut. He had been home for 3 hours now and the house seemed empty—a bit too empty. He picked up his phone, turning on the screen to check the time flashing on his screen; 11:15pm.