Dylan Wyatt Novels & Stories

Now I see why he is watching this stuff. From what I have observed, Santino is a workaholic, and he spends most of his time doing the paperwork of the business while Maximo is the one who does the killing if any is needed. These men work in perfect harmony, which makes sense as to why they are billionaires. My gaze drifts from the TV and falls on Santino, he is so relaxed with his inked arms spread out on the armrest. I can’t help but observe every curve on his body and notice the way the shirt clings to his muscles and shows off his great physique. He isn’t as huge as his brother, but he is ripped too, so very ripped.

I know I didn’t wrap it a single time last night… “No Sir, there is no pup and due to some security issues lately, I would like to take my mate away for some quality time, the two of us, without the current pack stressors interfering” “Security issues? anything we need to be apprised of? Garret asks. “Not at this time sir” I respond. “Very well. I have a prior commitment, but I’m sure that we can find a member or two to attend” Bryant says looking at the other council members as they nod at the camera. “I can attend, Alpha Zac,” Austin says looking at the other members before continuing “who is the lucky she-wolf to be honored?” “Isla Miller,” I say.

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.

In fact, it happened the next day—Dylan was in the middle of a board meeting when Lily barged in, bellowing, "Dylan Sullivan! How dare you take up mistresses! How could you do this to me?!" Dylan's face turned ashen. "Get her out of here!" His secretary rushed up to drag Lily outside, but she yelled maniacally, "It doesn't matter how many women you hook up with! You're impotent! You have necrospermia—I took a sample!" I was watching from a livestream as the entire meeting room turned silent, and laughed gleefully. On the other hand, Dylan was absolutely furious, pointing at Lily as he bellowed, "Get out! You're not my wife yet! You don't get to talk to me like that!"

she said “Oh and let me guess it is about Dylan, I know you like him, but don’t you think that you are just going to make him go through a lot, we all know that Mike only wants you for him and he doesn’t like to share and don’t tell me you have forgotten about what happened to that guy that was hitting on you, Mike almost killed him, don’t do that to Dylan, just let the two be, they are happy together, I don’t see the reason why you should be hating on them and in as much I don’t like him, I wouldn’t want him to be on the wrong side of Mike, that poor dude just lost his mom and he is trying so hard to catch up and get used to this place, don’t let you stupid feelings ruin this for him” Caitl

“And he’s hiding it. He’s using her. For fame, publicity… whatever he’s trying to build. He’s not with her for her.” Justin blinked and set his glass down. “And you know this how?” “Because I’ve seen him with a guy,” Dylan said. “Back in college. He kept it quiet then, and he’s still keeping it quiet. He’s pretending for the cameras, for the buzz. Scarlett’s the perfect opportunity.” Justin studied him for a long moment. His expression softened a little, losing some of its mockery. “You’re serious.” “I wouldn’t be doing all this if I wasn’t,” Dylan said. “I wouldn’t risk her hating me for nothing.”

I glanced at Williams, who remained silent, as if in pain. "It's nothing, Dean. A friend of mine came to visit, and I was happy about it all." Dean looked at Henry, who smiled and extended his hand for a shake. "Hi, my name is Henry, and I'm from the Lycan pack. I used to be a beta to Williams here, but I guess my rights have been taken away." I observed how Dean shook hands with Henry, then turned his attention back to me. "You need to rest, Sierra. You know I don't like seeing you this way."

he trailed off, leaving the answer hanging in the air. Wyatt grasped the unspoken words in Silas's revelation. "Alpha Zain Black," he finished the sentence, the weight of that name hanging in the air. In the realm of the Appalachian Mountains, Wyatt Romano held dominion over the American border, while Zain Black, known as the killer from the Canadian part of the Appalachian range, stood as his formidable adversary. The room fell into a profound silence. Zain Black was the only one who could stand against Wyatt Romano. "Did he send the rogues to attack me?" Wyatt questioned, his eyes piercing into the depths of the issue.

Dylan's POV I frowned in impatience as I watched the stack of unsigned contracts on my table, they are the names of new models that have been hired. Ouch, let me introduce myself, my name is Dylan Sabastine. My father was an Alpha before his death and I am supposed to be the next Alpha but I couldn't lead the red moon pack with the death of my father still hunting me.

"They sound pretty good." Dylan shakes his head. "Not as good as me." "You know Dylan was on American Idol?" Sierra teases. "Really?" Rilee questions, interested. "Yeah. I got to Top 5." Dylan responds, deep in thought. "Should have won it though." "Are you a musician?" I say. I vaguely remember him mentioning music a few weeks ago. Dylan nods his head. "Aspiring musician." "Dylan's so good." Sierra laughs. "He can play 5 different instruments!" She lists off a few quickly. "Saxophone, guitar, bass, violin, drums."