Dylan Wyatt Novels & Stories

Not just a wolf. But a force of nature. And no matter how much I wanted to run from him, some part of me—some maddening, aching part—knew it would be impossible. Whether I liked it or not, this man, this beast, this protector… was mine. And I was his. Our eyes were still locked when footsteps echoed across the ruined chamber. His beta entered—Lieutenant Daniel, clad in formal armor, eyes darting from the destroyed wall to the blood-soaked floor, then to the dead assassin sprawled at Alexandro’s feet.

However, before she could utter a word, Tyler’s arrogant voice drifted over, dripping with superiority. “So what if you do? By the time we’re in court, everyone will already believe you’re a fraud. Who’s going to listen to a word you say?!” He sauntered over, dressed head to toe in designer brands like a nouveau riche caricature, with a small box dangling from his hand. As he caught sight of my restrained figure, he let the box slip from his fingers. It clattered to the floor along with a jade bracelet that fell out of it. The bracelet shattered into several pieces.

The more her voice moved him, the more difficult it was for him to stay in control. Dillon was in charge of her, so he had to stop her. Drake wants her to stop singing... Even if she was the only one who could make him feel better. He didn’t need another thing to take his mind off of. War was coming, and the longer they waited, the more their enemies’ forces grew, putting them in more danger. “Dillon,” he said through the mind link. “Yes, Alpha?” Dillon answered right away. “In my office.” He had to tell her to stop singing.

Nathan asked, glaring at the Lycan who raised his hands in surrender, keeping his eyes on Nathan who I knew was already raging inside as he thought of the possibilities of his answers “stop with the fucking puzzles, and speak up” “Your beta, Carter…”

“Did Dre text you back?” “Is he going to let us take him out?” “No, Jay, he has finals.He can’t get drunk.” “Stop being a buzzkill, Bryan it’s fine!” “He’s been down in the dumps, he needs this!” “Did he tell you that? really?” “Yeah.. he texted Austin and me—“ Dylan is not eavesdropping….he’s not…but these guys clearly know something and now that Dylan has confirmed something is wrong his knee bounces uncontrollably.

So he did. "One day I will make you moan my name Jack Charles. When I will fuck you harder than this bastard. And believe me princess you will have so much funnn. Gawdddd. You are soooo sexyyyyyyy. Ahhhh. Better than any p**n...." Wyatt screamed his name after a satisfying masturbating session that he did while watching the live show by Daniel. He saved the video in his mobile folder. "Daniel Stephen. You will have to pay for it, bitch. I am not spending 50000 dollars on you for nothing. I will get multiple times back from you. Including your bitch. And will make you my bitch too". He spat in anger before laughing like maniacs.

My throat gets dry so I gulp some more whiskey. I can't go through this every day. I am turning into a maniac. Like a crazy old cat lady. "Ethan. I love you but I love me more. I am sorry. Sorry for," I wipe the tears from my cheeks. I feel a sharp sting as my tears touch my bleeding knuckles. Fucking salt in tears. “Ethan, listen carefully. I, Alpha Ryan Damison," I gulp down more whiskey as I need balls for what I am going to say next.

Alexander asked. Dylan chuckled. “Relax, Mr. Knight. I didn’t say anything… yet.” Lena’s stomach twisted. “Dylan, please—” He held up a hand. “No need to panic, sweetheart. I’m not here to blow whistles.” His gaze flicked to Alexander. “But I know an opportunity when I see one.” Alexander’s fingers curled into fists. “What do you want?” he asked quietly. Dylan shrugged, pretending to look innocent. “Oh, nothing big. Maybe a recommendation? A transfer upstairs? A little help snagging that promotion I’ve been waiting for.”

Dylan said, laying it back down on the table. It took her a second to realize that Liam was the Texan. She pulled the paper back towards her. “It is finished.” An obnoxious snort erupted from him. “Yeah, right.” “It is,” Zephyra insisted, crossing her arms over her chest. “No way,” Dylan shot with a look of stupefied awe. “I have more exes than this.” “Yeah, I wouldn’t brag about that, player,” Zephyra said, flashing him her toothy smile. “And if you say anything about being a nymph, I swear to God I will stick this pencil in your eye, got it?”

Evelyn's POV "I, Alpha Kyle Turner, reject you, Evelyn Sanders, as my mate." Alpha Kyle hoarse voice boomed in my ears making me freeze on my tracks, his voice laced with disgust. Crack! A cracking sound resounded inside my body and I felt as if a part of me was forcefully torn and taken away. My wolf howled in pain but there was nothing I could do about it. Tears flowed down my face as the pain became immeasurable, increasing with each second to the point I was unable to tolerate it. I could care less about the gazes on me. I was already used to it.