6teen Wyatt Novels & Stories

Wyatt Carlyle was the last man Mackenzie needed. Mackenzie turned and stormed down the hall. To think she’d imagined herself falling for him. How childish she’d been. Well, today she was twenty-five… old enough to put away her foolish fantasies. Maybe she’d never find her ‘One and Only’, but that didn’t mean she couldn’t start living her life for real. ***** Wyatt stood beside open French doors and tossed back a long swallow of beer. Kimberly leaned into him, continuing her one-sided conversation. He’d suggested they join the party at the first opportunity.

Through the gaping hole, in stepped one heavy black boot on a well-muscled leg, followed by another and there he was; It was Wyatt. The shock of seeing him took my breath away. He was somehow even more handsome than the last time I’d seen him back in Philadelphia. He was shirtless, showing off his sculped torso and impressive six-pack. Blood soaked his face, chest and hair and his piercing blue eyes searched the room wildly. He looked like a vengeful, pillaging viking warrior and, in that moment, I found myself in awe of the Alpha I had been so desperate to leave behind.

One short and chubby plain Jane obviously didn't come across as an irresistible temptation and gave credence to Gavin's statement that he'd rescued her by happenstance. "There's four of us. I'm Wyatt. You've met Gavin, fainted for Parker, and will, unfortunately, at one point, make Jaxon's acquaintance." "What are you? A gang of some kind?" A tilt to his lips made her heart hitch because, awake and looking at him full on, she couldn't help notice that this stranger, Wyatt, appeared quite attractive in his own right. Where Gavin was blond and blue-eyed, Wyatt seemed descended from Native American roots, with his blue-sheened black hair and dark, piercing gaze. His skin tone appeared tan, that