Dylan Wyatt Novels & Stories

he whispered angrily. Dylan stared at both of us suspiciously. “What is going on here?” He asked, batting his eyelashes repeatedly. I stared at him in confusion. “We were having a conversation. Doesn't it look like it?” I asked, raising my brows. Dylan hummed and walked towards Dax. “I came to submit the file you have been disturbing me about,” Dylan said to Dax. He stared at me. “Working with him is so hard,” he whispered. I chuckled at Dylan's petty behavior.

Dylan stood between them preventing them from moving further and sighed, "Calm down, alpha. We are not here to fight. We need to find out how and when this happened so we can clear the misunderstandings." He looked at Ashton who was looking at him with furrowed brows and bowed to him, "I am Dylan. Alpha Jayden's and the shadow moon pack's beta. And you are?" "I am Ashton Warren," Ashton calmly said. "Richard Warren's younger son?" Dylan asked. Ashton nodded his head and Dylan started to wonder why he hadn't seen him before. Though he had never done business with Warrens, still he had heard and seen them at some parties. "You never attend international business meetings and events?" Dylan ask

Sawyer “I’m sorry to have called you in and ruined whatever you had going with these two,” Dillan says with a wink of their sparkling neon pink eye. “D, sweetie, I love you, but I will not go to jail for fucking children. These two are minors. They are fourteen. To top it off, they’re family.” “Well, they look legal,” Dillan says with a wave of their well-manicured hand, sporting a set of neon marble coffin nails.

Author's POV. They released each other's hands and smiled not only for their partnership but because of their thoughts which were more exciting. Dylan knew he was poisoning Alpha Kingston and that was enough to eliminate him but he didn't want Alpha Kingston to die with a good name. That would not be beneficial to him because he was a stranger to the pack and there was Beta Axel who could become the Alpha. Dylan needed allies by his side and luckily for him, he met Elder Sawyer who was an insider and could help him attain his goals.

We may not make it to the bar if you keep that up. Then you won’t get to see me get a lap dance. A nearly naked woman pressed up against me, tit to tit. Her clit only inches away from mine. And then I’m going to hug her and with my scent on her, she’s going to go dance for you. Wyatt motioned for the artist working on his chest to stop and then he stood up and took a few steps to where his mate lay, her tattoo freshly finished. He leaned down and trapped her between his arms and kissed her.

Wyatt answered frantically. “Dax is badly injured. I am sending a picture of the knife he was cut with. Get the High Priestess here now!” There was a pause. “Done. Anyone else hurt? Did you get Calvin?” “No, it was a setup. They ripped the tracker out of his body.” I said gravely. “Oh, fuck!” Wyatt groaned at what he went through. It wasn’t a little chunk of skin either. There was a loud POP in the background.

James corrects. Dylan ignores him, turning his full attention back to me. “I’m Dylan by the way. Dylan Reeves. And these are my friends, Adam Radcliffe and James Ferraro,” he gestures to them respectively. “I’m Daisy. Daisy Caldwell,” I manage to say, instantly hating how embarrassed I sound. “I watched the competition,” James says, pushing his glasses up. “That final exam was insane. A perfect score? That’s unheard of.” “And the way you led your team through the Gravewood,” Dylan continues, and his eyes are practically glowing now. “That was brilliant. You were strategic, compassionate, and ruthless when you needed to be. You’re kind of a legend here already.”

Dylan told her and all of a sudden Anna got nervous. “Ok,” Anna answered and then she connected her phone to the car's Bluetooth and started playing Taylor Swift. Dylan gets a smirk on his face like he is trying to hold back a laugh. “What is it?” Anna asked him. “Oh, nothing at all,” Dylan said, still doing his best to keep his laugh and smile at bay. “Spit it out, Dylan,” Anna told him. “Well, I just never expected you to be a swiftie.” He told her and finally, his smile was released.

Wyatt said. Almost everyone? Jace asked, clenching his jaw. Dante is unconscious one he was fighting three of them when the rest of us showed up. One knocked him out, he’s bleeding but not critical. Dylan. I couldn't reach Dylan, he took off after them chasing them. Wyatt responded, his voice worried. Jace’s stomach knotted up. I’m on my way.

He roared in fury. “Don’t come in between us, Little Swan. I caught him in the act tonight. He can’t escape the penalty!” Cradling Vincent’s face in my hands, I asked him to look at me. “Look, Vincent! Dylan is a Prince, not an idiot to endanger his fellows’ life like this. Give him a chance to explain himself.” Vincent’s amber eyes glowed golden as he took deep breaths to calm down, but Dylan added fuel to his fire of anger.