Novel & Cerita Dylan Wyatt

"Mr. Pratt, are you scared now? I told you to let me go, but you wouldn't listen. Now look—you can't even protect your own company anymore." Sawyer wondered how Wyatt could still be so confident. Wyatt kept going. "I'll give you one last chance. Let me go, and I'll put in a good word. Maybe I'll even leave you with something." Sawyer looked him straight in the eye. "You're being way too cocky. I forgot to mention something—Damian just lost a billion or two trying to cause trouble. He had to back off like a coward." Wyatt's eyes widened. "No way. Damian has financial backing, and you've got nothing. How could he lose?"

"You're not thinking of this objectively, Dyl. Lyra Town has lots of clubs. Orion Falls and Cruxford, too. Why come here?" Dylan sways his head to the music, using his werewolf hearing. "I'll volunteer as tribute if you don't want to go in." "Idiot! Did you forget we're dealing with a leech here?" "No. But Mr. Zyris could be harmless." "Pffft. Yeah right. Since when were they harmless?" Dylan does not respond, instead, he sticks his tongue out and dances what seems like his own modified version of the Macarena. He grins ear-to-ear, showing his pearly white teeth. “I know you’re going to let me investigate either way.”

Dylan said, not caring about the many people around who might overhear. "Ry, Mr. Darwin Vlad is one of the greatest and successful businessmen in the country, he's also my friend," Dylan formally introduced his conversation partner. "Mr. Hendricks, you flatter me so much, no need for an introduction like that. It's not like I'm richer than you. Besides, you really have a good taste in choosing your partner." "Of course, I'm always up for the best," Dylan said with a grin. "Nice meeting you Mr. Hendricks," Mr. Vlad politely introduced himself and extended his hand towards me.

"That bastard, Dylan, has raped someone again!" "WHAT?!"

Wyatt was all I could focus on now. “I’m resigning from both the hospital and the pack, Alpha Damien,” Dr. Wyatt said, repeating herself. “You should be receiving my formal written letters tomorrow, but I wanted you to be aware of this as soon as possible. I will not be returning to your pack. And more, I’m appalled by what you’ve done.”

“That may be, but there are others out there that cannot, it is why they need you, they need you to lead even if they don’t know it yet” “I am not a leader Lucian” “You are, more than you know but if I cannot convince you, maybe there is someone who can” A rap on the door diverts my attention and Lucian tells me to open it. Daryl is standing out in the hallway more muscular than ever but his dark curls had been cut off, leaving his hair short but styled, tattoos peeked out the top of his shirt on either side of his neck but the bright blue of his eyes remain unchanged.

“Very well. I didn’t know she had a sibling, but I can understand. When the time is right, he will find out, but not from me or you.” Garrett felt the relief wash over him at Hartley’s words. “Thank you, Alpha. I will be at the packhouse shortly. We have some matters to discuss with the warriors about the border.” The call was then disconnected. Garrett knew that he was risking a lot by bringing it up to Hartley, but he had more to lose not telling him. Only time will tell if he made the right decision. ~~~ Meanwhile at the Jackson Residence ~~~ Dylan was home alone after sending his pesky wife and her daughter on their merry way. He would get his lawyers to draft up the divorce agreement in

Dylan replied with far too much cheer considering they were talking about torturing someone. He followed his mate with less vigour, dragging his feet as they made their way to the cashpoint. "Text your dealer you need a grands worth of that M-cat stuff," Dylan demanded. "A grand!" Caleb cried. "Where are we going to get a grand?" "From my bank account," Dylan replied. He pulled his wallet from his pocket and began pulling out cards. They all had his name across the middle, just in different variations; D. Harris, Dylan Harris, DG Harris.

Siguro nagpakuha siya ng inumin niya, hindi naman pamilyar sa akin 'yung sinabi niyang inumin. "I'm Dayton. May I know your name?" Tinitigan ko ang kamay niyang nakalahad sa akin. Tinanggap ko ito. "Dawn Talia." "Are you with someone?" he asked. Umiling ako. "May kasama ako. Umalis lang saglit." Muli akong uminom at narinig ko ang pagtawa niya. Sinamaan ko siya ng tingin. "Bakit ka tumatawa? Mukha ba akong katawa-tawa?"