House Dustin Novels & Stories

Was she okay? It was that exact moment that Dustin came out of the kitchen with a late lunch. He immediately froze. In slow motion, his entire body turned until he saw Dahlia. I was rooted in my spot while watching this unfold. It was clear what had just happened. Dustin was an amazing man. He was an Elite warrior, one of our pack’s best. He and I were close friends, which was why he gave me such shit at the bonfire about not being eighteen for a drink.

“And she never came back. I waited around for her this morning, but still no sight of her. I’ve talked to everyone and no one has seen her. “This isn’t like her. She’s… she’s gone through some terrible things which means she needs some space sometimes. But she would never leave our family for this long. Besides…” Dustin closes his eyes for a moment. When he reopens them, I see so much pain within him. My heart breaks for this young man I barely know. “I can feel it,” he says resolutely. “I can feel through our bond that something isn’t right. I have to go find her. I have to go bring her home.”

Indeed, Dustine never failed to make her feel the intense feeling of affection. A year and one month later, Dustine finally woke up from a coma, but it took him another month to be fully healed. Throughout his healing process, they explained everything that had happened to them and he was beyond happy and grateful because all of the sufferings in the past are now paid off. Dawn and him got married two months later and settled their own life in the city, just like what Dawn always wanted to, but they didn't have neighbors, -Dustine brought thousands of lot hectares to build a house with no neighbors- to just secure their identity. Even though insisted that it's fine for her to live in the for

I have no idea how this could progress with the limited information my mother gave me. I walk into the pack house and it’s only 9 pm, but the place is peacefully quiet. With my wolf hearing I can tell that Dustin’s mate, Drea, is upstairs in their bedroom watching tv. I head straight to my office where Dustin is already waiting. He is lounging on the sofa with his head on one end and his feet up on the opposite armrest, but as soon as I walk in, he sits up and gives me a curious look. I’m sure he is hoping for an explanation on why I want to know about this human.

“This is why we keep losing. We go in their half-assed and hope everything turns out okay.” Anger boils in the pit of Ariadne’s stomach, but she doesn’t speak. She isn’t angry at the Dustin. She’s mad at destiny. No matter what they do, they can’t seem to crawl out of the pit that the universe is so determined to keep them in. “So, what do you suggest?” Calvin asks, arms folded, eyebrows raised. Dustin sighs, placing his forehead on his palms for a moment before looking up, steadying himself, squaring his shoulders. “I know a man on the inside, a police officer. He’s gone civilian, but I think he’ll help us for old time’s sake.”

His expression showed his suprise that she was awake. Are you in discomfort? His brows furrowed in a frown. “No. I've literally just woken up. Dustin's attention was once again turned to the mike. "How are you holding up?" "Yep, fine as can be. I think I'll go downstairs and join the commotion for a while before going to bed. Dustin listened to the noise that seemed to be coming from downstairs. Tell them that they keep their loud noises down. "Okay, will do so."

The woman says. “I am Alpha Dustin and this is my Luna Mykayla.” Dustin replies. We follow them inside, and the inside of the house is just as gorgeous as the outside. This should be an interesting dinner.

His career was subsequently sidelined and he went into an even deeper seclusion. I didn't see Dustin again until about a year later. He had done a lot of work on himself. All the run-ins, misbehavior, and shameful antics were a thing of the past. He was clean and sober and living a healthy life. He was producing and hosting his own podcast to provide a safe place for others to discuss their addictions. He was happy. He was the Dustin I met and fell in love with last summer at the estate. He was also the Dustin I eloped with two years later. We dated secretly in fear of my father. He was furious when he found out but he learned to accept it.

"There's no need. We've already broken up, so it wouldn't be appropriate." "I think you're just feeling guilty!" Joanna's voice suddenly rose shrilly, accusing me. "Zion’s family’s staying at his apartment, so he had nowhere to live. You weren't home anyway, so I just let him stay over for a few days. How could you sneak back in just to break his things?" Then, Zion's tearful voice chimed in. "It's alright, Joanna. So what if the limited-edition jersey you bought me got cut to pieces? So what if our photos together were ripped up? Ethan’s probably just jealous. I’ll move out and give the apartment back to him."

I informed him, opening my mouth immediately after to take in a spoonful of the meal. He shook his head. He was looking very casual today — a tank top and joggers — as he'd been these past few days. Then again, he had not left my side, claiming he needed to take care of me and his men banished him from working for the next few weeks, so he had enough time on his hands to bug me. "Tesoro, you haven't left this room since we came home—" I quickly cut in. "Maybe that's because your room is very comfortable and chill."