Novel & Cerita Dustin Rhys Story

Jordan Miller ~•~ I blinked, surprised that I ran into him. It hadn't been that long since I saw him, but it sure felt like it. Many things had happened since then. I found out my parents' death wasn't an accident. I lost my virginity. I almost got shot. Alessandro took a bullet for me. I found out that Alessandro only wanted me as bait. The information was much and was making my head spin. I didn't even want to think about anything that had to do with that man.

“Don’t think. Just talk to me. If we’re going to do this, I need to know you. Your life. Your family. I need you to open up.” He drew her toward the dining table and sat on a chair, pulling her on his lap. This was the first time a man had done that. What would normally be seen as a sexy move was somehow intimate this time. She sat on his lap with his arms tight around her waist. “Dustin was fast with his mouth. He’d gotten one of the women in the pride pregnant and told everyone he’d sealed his place in line as pride leader.” She gulped, her stomach churned knowing the worst part of the story was coming.

He was talking to him. “Not particularly.” Louis’ face was murderous. And who could blame him for that? It wasn’t just Dion’s name that was getting dragged through the mud, it was his baby sister’s as well. The picture of what was an intimate moment between Dion and her looked incriminating as hell. Especially when coupled with the headlines: Dionysus Rising lead man cosies up with another woman just minutes after being told he is going to be a father. Can Isla Roberts look past this latest dalliance, or is it one woman too far for the ROCKY couple?

Was she okay? It was that exact moment that Dustin came out of the kitchen with a late lunch. He immediately froze. In slow motion, his entire body turned until he saw Dahlia. I was rooted in my spot while watching this unfold. It was clear what had just happened. Dustin was an amazing man. He was an Elite warrior, one of our pack’s best. He and I were close friends, which was why he gave me such shit at the bonfire about not being eighteen for a drink.

Dustin hurried into the hospital where his wife had been admitted. He couldn’t hide the look on his face as he searched for the private room where she’d been taken. “Daddy!” He turned toward the left side of the hallway when he heard Rhayan call. The boy jumped down from his grandfather’s lap and ran to meet him. Dustin scooped him up and kissed his forehead, choking back emotion. “Daddy, the wicked woman tried to kill Mommy, and he tried to kill me too, but I remembered what you taught me. I bit his hand, his grip loosened on the surgical knife, and I used it to stab him in the eye.” Hearing his son’s report eased some of the weight he’d been carrying. He ruffled Rhayan’s hair and forced a

Dean’s brow furrowed. “I just haven’t decided how I want to play it yet,” Rhys continued, voice eerily even. “Should I make her fall in love with me first, then ruin her? Or let her wither away in the west wing of my mansion, starved of attention? I could even cut her off from the world entirely and watch her break.” A chill ran down Dean’s spine. He couldn’t tell if Rhys was joking, and judging by the serenity on his face, he wasn’t.

“No matter what it takes. We will get justice for Abigail.” “I know,” Dustin says, pulling himself together. His rage makes him stronger. “We will find that mysterious stranger and I will rip out their throats. I will make them suffer. I will get revenge but first…” Dustin closes his eyes as his voice breaks. When he reopens them, I see a new person. He’s stronger than before while still being broken.

Walked back to me with his two pounds still in his fist and his eyes already finding the tart stall because the conversation was finished now and there were tarts. I looked past him. Cyrus was still crouching on the cobblestones. Not looking at us. Looking at the ground in front of him. Both hands on his knees. Staying down there with four words that were going to be with him long after the accordion stopped. I turned away. I didn't look back. But I saw Rhys. He was standing at the edge of the vegetable stalls with his phone to his ear. His back was slightly turned. His voice was too low to hear. The call lasted less than thirty seconds.

He’d chosen power over family, and now, the ghost of his exiled uncle had returned, with his supposedly dead sister at his side, threatening to topple the whole rotten structure he’d climbed upon. “Selena?” Rhys finally spat, his voice filled with venom. “What is the meaning of this? You’re consorting with this....this— MONSTER?” He gestured wildly at Austin. “This monster Rhys,” I said, my voice clear and cold, carrying over the sudden hush, “is more of an Alpha than your pathetic leader could ever dream of being. And he’s the one who saved me when YOU stood by and watched them try to murder me.” A gasp went through the crowd. Rhys’s face contorted with fury. “You lie! You were a traitor! S

, “Dustin wants to find the broken crescent pack, and he wants to make an alias with them, so they would kill you, and he would become king, our original plan was to use Rayell to get you off your position, but he discovered this new plan, I warned him that it would kill lots of innocent people, he didn’t care, and when I opted out of his plan, he did this” And as if my life couldn’t get any more complicated, somehow Dustin got involved with the deadliest wolf, I wonder what the combination of those was…, I huffed out my breaths, firstly I’d like to end my brother’s life, for being such a thorn in my life, “And did he manage to find them?”, “I don't know, last I spoke to him, we fought”, “Se