Novels by Tyne Becca

Emma's POV I opened my eyes, and to my shock, I realized I wasn’t in my room. The stark white walls of the unfamiliar room confirmed it. At first, I wanted to dismiss it. It didn’t matter whether the walls were white or dark, I felt groggy and hungover from everything I had drunk the night before.I stretched on the bed, only to freeze. A figure blocked me. As I blinked and tried to focus, I realized it was a man on the other side of the bed. My chest tightened, panic and disbelief mixing with the vivid memories of the previous night.The moans, my whimpers, the soul-wrenching desire I had surrendered to, the movements and rhythm that had left me trembling… All of it replayed in my mind. He had given me exactly what I craved but couldn’t ask for, shrouded in shame I had carried for too long.“Who are you?” he snapped, his voice sharp, eyes flashing crimson with anger as he stared at me.“What are you doing in my room?” he added, his words laced with arrogance, tone dripping with cock

Emma's POV I downed the fifth glass of alcohol I had been served at the bar, the bartender pouring according to my request, the number of glasses dictated by the money I had paid.There was still some left in the glass, but I was already too drunk to continue.“Are you alright, young lady?” the bartender asked, approaching me at the counter. I ignored him. The neon lights burned my eyes, the loud, pulsating music rattled my skull and I didn’t care about anyone or anything.The tears didn’t stop. Each time they fell, I couldn’t bring myself to wipe them away. Tonight was supposed to be the eve of my mother’s remarriage, but here I was, drowning my misery in alcohol, hoping that the burn would dull the ache inside.I stumbled to my feet, the smell of booze rippling through the air, clawing at my nose. I couldn’t stand the laughter and dancing anymore . Nor the false joy of the crowd. All I wanted was to rest my head, to cry alone until my eyes refused to shed another drop.I made my wa

Emma's POV I hesitated before pushing the door open, my heart still in my hands, unable to believe the sounds I had heard from inside.At first, they had been muffled, but standing there long enough made them clear and impossible to ignore.Breathless moans. The heavy grunts of a man. My mind scrambled for excuses. It had to be Ronan’s friends, I told myself.Ronan was part of the Night Owls racers group, famous in the racing circuit—tattooed, tough and chisele faced men. Everything about him I cherished. Perhaps one of his friends was here with their girlfriend, I reasoned. Maybe he had let them make out in his house because he wanted to be close to them. He had promised me he’d use his influence in the group to help me find my missing father. Maybe this was part of that.And perhaps the sleek sports car I had seen in the garage belonged to one of them too as there was no way Ronan could own something like that, given his modest background.But as I pushed the door open, my world t

Emma's POV“What do you mean that you’re getting remarried tomorrow?” I asked my mother, my voice breaking as disbelief clawed through me.She was getting remarried and tomorrow of all days. And of all the people in the world, it was to the alpha of the SilverFang pack.“You promised me that you’d be single until we found father, Mother. You told me that you’d wait for him. You said you’d reunite our family,” I sobbed, my words tumbling out as I stared at her, searching for even a flicker of feeling. But there was none. Not a single hint that she cared what I was going through. Instead, she was preoccupied with the boxes of luxury items strewn across the table.Now the source of her newfound wealth all made sense. The strange, extravagant things she’d been flaunting these past weeks which was a lifestyle so foreign to us. We were omegas and poor and she was a janitor at a restaurant after she got sacked from her former waitress job. The confusion I've had for so long finally ended th