Amina Tyrone Novels & Stories

Well in looks he is as Good as in fighting, 6 feet tall frame towing over some of his fellow fighters, dark ash hair tied in a little ponytail behind his head, and yummy-looking tattoos over his triceps which is some dragon type design. “Let me introduce you to my cousin Tyran.” Luna Ayana said in a chirpy voice as jumping in her seat at her cousin’s win. I nodded as allowing her to make an introduction. “Alice meets my cousin Tyran, He is one of the best fighters in our pack after Rhyan of Course.” Ayana made the introduction as smiling, feeling proud of her husband and brother. “Nice to meet you Tyran, I must say you fought very well.” I let out as nodded in approval of my statement.

"I was right, Ego is your name! Because your ego was hurt when she broke up with you and to save your fucking pride, you used a foolish woman to get revenge on that person!" Evo's jaws clenched as his fists gripped tightly. This is what Roman fears every time they drink. Tyrone seems to be possessed by another spirit. "You know nothing!" Evo replied sternly. Again, Tyrone slapped Evo hard on the head. "Hit me one more time, Axyll! I'll crush your face too!" Evo only held back because he knew Tyrone was just drunk. He doesn't want to get into trouble here because Romana is here.

His tone showed he wouldn't take no as an answer. "Uh, y-yes, Sir", I stuttered, then quickly took his hand. Calm down, Sara. He's just your boss. Your handsome boss. A Greek god type of boss. Enough. This was the Mr. Beaumont - I had to leave a good and lasting impression! "Sara Atkins. Pleased to meet you. It's an honour to work for your company, thank you for giving me this chance." He softly raised his brows, which made his analytical face go back to a brooding one. Was that his natural resting face?

When I snarl, Tye immediately drops his hold and shows his neck. I growl from the chest. My wolf flashes his fangs. Tye lowers his gaze to the ground. My heart pounds for no reason. Fallon Campbell isn’t a challenge. He’s hardly more of a workout than the bag most days. And Tye is my beta, my right hand. I don’t need his submission. I need him to check my ass when I lose it.

Guess, this was not one where her messenger ability was being used. When the moon meets the dark son A new lease of power will be undone. Sin and pain will birth another blessed one. First, Lycan will be the tyrant known to all and one. Battle for power would have just begun. The onus of the balance would be on the first blessed ones. For only blood, and the blood sacrifice of the first ones Would keep the world safe for everyone. Born from darkness and light would be another one. Promised to the Tyrant, she will be his mate and loved one.

“You’ve got a meeting. Tonight. With him.” I blinked. “Him?” She grinned. “Yes. Ares Fontaine. The venture titan from Geneva? Billionaire, ghost investor, everyone’s wet dream. He’s here, Caleb. At this party.” I stared at her. “Are you serious?” She nodded, glowing like she wanted applause. “I did it for us.” I was stunned. I pulled her into a hug, murmuring, “That’s... incredible.” But even as I held her, my mind betrayed me.

My presence anywhere elicited such emotions from anyone. “Where is Tyron?” The name belonged to the Rogue who owned the club and the one I had come there for. Tyron had been a part of Alpha Tauren’s pack. One of his warrior wolves who had allegedly being in love with one of the Omegas in Alpha Tauren’s harem. He was caught fooling around with her and was beaten to a pulp before he was locked up and left to starve.

When he saw that Tanya could not take it anymore, he made her stand up and face him while he lifted one of her legs up and swiftly entered her. Tanya clutched his shoulders with her hands and closed her eyes as Tyrone began to fuck her. She kept screaming due to how rough he was yet, each time he pulled out of her, she tried to put his d*ck back in. Tyrone knew that it was the effect of the drugs and he felt really excited about her reaction to it because he knew that if he made her take it before meeting with his clients, they would be completely satisfied as Tanya would be too eager to please.

I raise my eyes to his, his grip tightened on my jaw. “Camilla,” I said. His smirk deepened. “A nice name… for a pretty doll.” Then his hand left me, and only then did I realize I was shaking all over, my knees weak, my lungs heavy like stone. I had tried to show him I wasn’t scared, but he saw through me. He saw everything. Who wouldn’t fear him? Alpha Lennox Steele. The Pack Slayer, one of the many names the people had given him, The Tyrant. The man who turned villages into ash and left bones for wolves to gnaw. The one mothers whispered about in the dark to keep their children silent.