Dwight Schrute Mose Novels & Stories

Third Person's POV "You won't accept it? Humph!" Dwight growled low in his throat, like an angry wolf. His sulfurous pheromones collided violently. He glared at Melinda's thin, pale face, his wolf ears slightly forward, about to accuse her of being narrow-minded, yet found himself at a loss for words. Though "it's never too late to mend," no one says an apology must be accepted. He sneered, his claws faintly gleaming, "What gives you the right to refuse? What?"

Dwight talked to his friend on the phone for a few more moments, then ended it with a big smile. "Dwight, can I ask you a question?" I asked cautiously. "Of course, Loreine," Dwight said. "Was the friend who called you earlier, someone named Jared Reiner?" I asked again. "Sorry, I didn't mean to eavesdrop on your conversation." Dwight's face lit up. "Yes. He's a businessman and I think he's pretty well-known around here. He and I were childhood friends and went to junior high school together, before I moved to Canada."

Suddenly reality set in and I remembered I had the most gorgeous man on the face of the earth who just so happened to be a dangerous shape-shifter, inside my house right now. I shakily reached for my door knob and opened my door and walked in. Dalton was sitting on my couch with his foot propped up on his knee and his arms draped over the back of the couch. His eyes were trained on my body and the shifted up to my face and I could see the blood red color swirling in them. I swallowed audibly and pulled at the bottom hem of my shirt, “Um, would you like a beer or some wine? I think I have red and white, but beer is my usual go-to. I just like the way it taste.” I was rambling when Dalton star

My previous boss was right—it was difficult to resist taking the easy route and it may have been a matter of time before I caved to the desire to have a better life. “Don’t think like that. Your dignity is not something you can get back when you lose. You might find yourself unable to sleep at night.” She might have spoken all that encouraging talk but it wasn’t very encouraging. “Hazel!” A voice boomed, which made Julia and I jump in surprise. Markos stood a distance away looking at us with a weird look on his face. How long had he been standing there? Did he hear what we were saying? I straightened my back and faced him while Julia scrambled away. Everyone feared him for a reason. He was i

As my mind drifts back to the revelation and discussion at the dining area, I fail to notice an approaching figure until its voice interrupts my reverie. "S’cuse me?" Startled, I turn to face the man who has materialized beside me. The sunlight highlights his features. He shares the same body frame as Hugh, and has black curly hair with neatly shaved sides. "I'm Dwight," he says, extending a hand in greeting, making his bicep flex underneath his fitted shirt. "It’s my first time seeing you. Did you come here with Alpha Hugh?” “I did.”

Dwight talks loudly on a phone, pacing at the front of the cellar, his body barely casting shadows in the bright lights. I cower further back keeping my eyes on him while trying my best to hide. Maybe if I will myself to be smaller and shrink in the corner, I can become invisible. It doesn't work and once Dwight hangs up his call, his sharp eyes notice me immediately. His eyes widen and he grins. But not a normal smile like when one person greets a friend. This is all predator when he stalks in my direction, his eyes never leaving my position as I've bunched myself against the floor.

Dwight sighed as he waited patiently for Derek to confirm if the girl was Amanda. Few seconds later, he heard Derek’s voice again in the mind link. “Alpha.” “Yes. Have you confirmed?” “I’m sorry, alpha. But she is not the one”, Derek said. Dwight cut off the mind link and with anger he took a bottle of beer which was on the table and threw it at a wall. Austin jumped a bit in fear and Dwight breathe out to calm down. “I’m sorry”, he told Austin. “I’m sorry. I’m just stressed. Why don’t you go to your room and rest a bit?” he said.

His voice was commanding, firm, like an unbreakable law, turning his back on me. Glancing over at my coworkers, who gave me a sympathetic look, I heaved a sigh and focused my gaze back on the computer screen. Mr. Mávros is a good person; that’s why I worked for him even after experiencing first hand his arrogance with his employees. He is the reason I barely made it out of college, not that he knows about it. The moment I graduated with a degree in Business Economics, I applied for his company, The Mávros Enterprises.

I extended a hand to him, and shaking my hand, he smirked at me, watching as Natasha took a step back. “Alpha Nathan Kozlov. You really are a man of business. I can see that your place seems to bring in more people with each passing day” he said, looking at Natasha who bit her bottom lip as she smiled. I knew that it disgusted her to act this way, but she also knew her job and duty well, and it was one of the main reasons why she was the ONLY one qualified for this job and no one else.

His black tactical jacket made his shoulders look even broader, and his Alpha presence was impossible to ignore, even in the freezing wind. "So, you're working at Hilltop now?" he asked, casual-like. "Yeah," Melanie said without looking up. Thinking back to how stone-cold she was around Archer and Camille at the test track, Dwight's eyes darkened. "Since when?" "A while now." Dwight wanted to dig deeper, but he could feel the "don't go there" vibe coming off her in waves. He played it smart and backed off. "That's one," he said instead.