Insidious Dalton の小説・ストーリー

The sound of a chair pushing drew my attention from Balthazar. "You're late, Balor. All that time in the human realm has really thrown you off." Imelda scolded as she walked over and fixed her mate's tie. Completely ignoring how irritated I was. "Don't blame the humans for his behaviour. He has always been this way." Damon added with a laugh as he joined us. "Imelda, Damon." I greeted with a nod. They both awkwardly nodded back, turning their attention to Reyna. "This is my mate, Reyna. Please don't hold my tardiness against her."

Dalton was not lying. ***

“Eliza, you’ll be her maid. Get her chambers ready.” “As you wish.” He waves them away; a sinister smirk stretches across his lips as he adds inwardly, ‘I can practically feel that power inside me already.’ Varkhul’s satisfactory rumble echoes in his mind. Dalton’s POV Dalton makes his way to the dungeons below; the deeper he goes, the colder and damper the air gets. Torches flicker as he passes; he strides by. ‘Geez, it never changes, huh.” His wolf quips. Dalton hums in response.

She’s very certain, the old man drugged her! "You...What did you put in my drink?!" she demanded, her voice shaky. "Now, now," Dalton chuckled darkly. "Don’t be so dramatic. I’ve waited a long time for this, Eve. You have no idea how much I’ve dreamed of having you." His lustful gaze raked over her body, and she shuddered in disgust. Fear gripped her chest. She was growing weaker by the second, and Dalton was getting closer. Think, Eve. Think!

Dalton retched for a few moments before he sat down and gasped for breath. "Brother, mercy… It was my fault, my fault…" Dalton begged with a horrified expression. Dalton was utterly petrified! Since his bodyguards were no match to that man, he might torture Dalton again if he acted stubbornly. Even though he surrendered, his mind was filled with hatred! 'F*ck, I've never tasted piss before! Just you wait, I'll get you when I have the chance.' Darryl gave Dalton a cold smile and adjusted his suit before he walked out of the washroom.

She’d spun pain into poetry and left it sitting in my chest like a seed that didn’t know whether to bloom or rot. My stomach churned. I hated that Vanessa’s words were still echoing in my head. Hated that, for even one second, I’d started to wonder if there was truth in them. Dalton had secrets. That much I knew. He kept things close, buried deep. But abusive? No. Not him. Not the man who looked at me like I was the only thing grounding him. Still… maybe there were things he hadn’t told me. Maybe Vanessa wasn’t lying completely, just twisting something true into something poisonous.

"Good. Now go. And remember, you never came here. You never spoke to me. You don’t know anything." "Yes, ma’am." She fled, and I returned to the window. Outside, the moon hung low and heavy, casting pale light over the forest. Somewhere behind the trees, the west wing waited. Aurelia was probably curled up with her children, whispering bedtime stories and pretending she still belonged. I hated her quiet. I hated her wounded eyes. I hated how it made Silas soften. Another knock. Heavier this time. "Come in." Dalton stepped inside, his posture straight and unreadable. Of all the wolves in the pack, he was the one I never underestimated. He wasn’t like the others. He saw things. He noticed what

The only sound left was Evelyn’s scream. My breathing slowed. It was done. I wiped my bloodied claws against my shirt and turned to Evelyn. She looked at me in horror. "What the hell did you just do?" she whispered, stepping back like she didn’t recognize me anymore. I met her gaze without flinching. "What had to be done." A deep, furious growl sounded behind me. My body tensed as I turned. Dalton. His eyes burned gold with rage. **** ***Dalton's POV***

And the moment Mason mentioned the werewolf council my heart began to race, and not for the good reasons it had been previously. The things Dalton was involved in were far from legal, in either the human world or our own. But me knowing of his crimes, didn’t that make me as guilty as him? I had always been terrified that while living with him, he could be caught, and my knowledge of his crimes would be discovered, and he would drag me down with him. It didn't help that he had always threatened to create scenarios where I was more involved than I ever had been, making me seem guilty when my involvement only stretched as far as making coffee for him and his associates when meetings took place