6teen Wyatt Novels & Stories

Wyatt turned towards me, “I don’t think that we’ve properly met. Obviously, I’m Wyatt, but since you’re part of the team now, might as well get introductions out of the way.” I’ve never really paid much attention to Wyatt, but as he stands in front of me, I notice he has jet black hair that is short on the sides and longer on top. He’s nearly as tall as Kai and built similarly. He’s got kind, gray-blue eyes. I smiled, “Nice to officially meet you Wyatt, I’m Felicity. What do you mean part of the team?” He chuckled. “I’m pretty sure I’m this close....(he pinched his finger’s until they were nearly touching)..to losing my Beta position to Parker.”

Tyler said loudly, as though Zayne couldn’t hear. “Tell me…” he said, staring at Zayne. “Are you into guys? Because if you are, I don't mind flying you over to my city right now.” “Tyler!” I screamed at him, whacking his arm. “He’s sixteen! Don’t be gross!” “Also, I don’t swing that way,” Zayne deadpanned. Tyler just shrugged. “Okay, cool.” I grabbed my phone and shot Tyler a glare. “You’re insane.” “I was only joking, sorry.”

It had taken him ten years to put his operation together and he'd be damned if he was going to let any one of his players sleep through the most important weekend of his life. Wyatt had come a very long way since his high school days, and judging from his earlier conversations with the losers of his class, he felt confident that he had surpassed each and every one of them in both money and prestige. Although he put on a humble facade when he talked about his little stationery store and print shop in town, he brilliantly concealed what lie beneath. He was having such a wonderful time pretending to be the same sweet kid of his high school days, he almost began believing it himself.

He is the Gamma to Alpha Wyatt. Once Alpha Wyatt took over, nothing changed. He had the same views as his father, which I was grateful for. Alpha Wyatt is 26 years old, and still hasn't found his mate. I could tell it was taking a toll on him, since he had not only his Alpha duties, but he had to pick up the Luna duities as well.

He was incredibly handsome, and the dimple on his cheek made him even more attractive. "I am Wyatt Singleoak, future Alpha of Valley Pride Pack..." the green-eyed guy said, "You can call me Wyatt," he said before I addressed him formally, and then he winked, making me smile. He had chocolate-brown hair, deep green eyes, a strong jaw, and well-defined eyebrows. He had this ruthless air that was imposing, and at the same time, the way he flirted showed me that he, too, had a softer, less scary side.

It had been tough on Taylor, having her millions of followers turning their back on her and her dad’s stick declining too. Mrs Wyatt in her usual manner was dolled up. For someone who claimed to be sad and going through a lot, she looked dolled up and had the latest Chanel handbag. Mr Wyatt on the other hand wore the scariest scowl Ruby had ever seen, she could see his veins pop out by the side of his neck. Now Nate had challenged him openly, she was scared of the evil things he was going to do to Nate in return. Even though Mr Wyatt’s stocks had fallen, it was only for a while. He was very good at pulling public stunts all the time.

Tyler will be mine, one way or another. 💞✨💞✨💞✨💞✨💞✨💞✨💞✨

Wyatt announces, and they all walk behind Jagger mimicking Priest and Prank. “I will walk through the front door with…” he says and stops and then looks at me and Jagger and takes a deep breath, “Face and Scar, while you,” he says pointing at me, “You’re going through the back and Jagger through the garage,” Wyatt says and everyone nods as he keeps telling them the plan of attack as he opens a blueprint of the house that Travis just sent us.

Wyatt Alpha Wyatt Harris stood in front of the full-length mirror in his bedroom, staring at himself. He ran his fingers through his dark hair and laughed at his reflection. He looked like a 50's gangster straight out of a low-budget film in his black three piece suit. He removed his jacket, tossing it onto his bed, then removed his tourses. Instead, he went to his closet and got out a pair of blue jeans and a button-up shirt.

by Norah Jones. He twirls me around during the musical break in the song. He kisses my forehead and leans me back as a dip and kisses me softly. “I will always love you Remi” he whispers. “Wyatt, I’ll forever love you and be yours.” The song ends and we walk out of the tent. Wyatt starts undressing and I panic, “what are you doing?! We can wait until we get back to the Packhouse can’t we?” He shakes his head chuckling at me. “It’s time to shift little wolf.”