Amina Tyrone Novels & Stories

The last few hours had to be the scariest hours of my life. I stepped inside the apartment, letting Daxton and Arya move ahead of me. I lingered in the doorway, letting my eyes adjust to the dim light. And then my gaze rested on him. Tyrone. He was curled up in the sheets, his skin a shade too pale beneath the rich warmth of his usual brown. Sweat shone across his collarbones and neck, and his hand trembled over his chest as though he was trying to contain something uncontainable. But even while he was so sick, he was…

I walked away from him. Tyron was one of my uncle's most trusted men, he was loyal to the core. I've known Tyron since I was born. He was born into a poor family. Desperate to get a good life, he worked hard to get into the university and he eventually got a good-paying job but when the recession hit, he was dropped, his wife took their daughter and left when he could no longer provide for the family... this shattered Tyron, he started stealing to survive, my father saw his condition and decided to help him since then, he had always been grateful and swore to serve Scarface to the end. Tyron served my father for years until he died and Alonso took over.

"I never thought I'd see you again." That voice. Deep, laced with something unreadable. I turned slowly, my heart steady but my mind bracing itself. Tyrone. He stood at the entrance of my small market stand, dressed in the attire of a Beta, of course. He was not demoted from that rank even after he had stolen the alpha’s wife and made an imbalance in the pack’s state. He looked different—not as sharp, not as arrogant, but older in a way that wasn’t just physical. The weight of his past choices clung to him, but there was something else in his expression.

Tyler, who stands opposite me and his eyes locked on mine with a big smile, winks, making me blush. The men disperse, and Ty comes forward, wrapping his arm around me and claiming my lips. "Remember, you got this. I'll be right here with you the whole time, as Asher will, Amethyst. Love you girls!" he says, speaking for himself and his wolf to me and my wolf, Amethyst. He quickly leaves, sprinting toward the men as they gather up and begin to yell their hearts out, telling us that we got this, along with the women who whoot and cheer aloud for us. I had never felt such unity in my life as I did right now.

I felt safe. "Who are you?" Ashton asked. "It's none of your business." Cyrus said, his voice harsh and poisonous. "Carmela is my business." My best friend pulled me closer to him. "She is my business, so, back off!" He's rude. He's always been rude. He never treated anyone with respect. He never treated anyone like humans. Cyrus only cared about himself. He only cared about his pride and I hate it. Someone like him easily loses his patience, meaning, he'll lose control and end up hurting anyone that disobeys him. And seeing how Ashton is pushing him to his limits scares me.

“Have one more dose. I’m sure your beloved tyrant of a mate would love to see you die a painfully slow death.” A hard kick rattled the cage loudly, and the grating sound exacerbated the ache in my head and sent me a strong wave of nausea. “Wake up! It’s no fun if I don’t see you try to suppress your screams.” He gave the cage another kick while he called me a bitch under his breath. My eyes slowly fluttered open, and as I looked at the ugly, burly man, I tried with all my might to make my gaze come across as a fiery and defiant glare.

Tyron spoke with a powerful voice in an extremely domineering manner. At that moment, he was like a warlord, whereas a small potato like Zayn was just a weakling. The rest of the crowd immediately became excited and cheered for Tyron. They gloated at Zayn’s misfortune and were even looking at the man with pity in their eyes. They assumed he was no match for Tyron. Tyron was a Tier-3 master fighter and was considered a young genius among the socialites of Yando City, not to mention the fact that he used to train under Lil Mars.

“I hope so, too. So, uh, do you know the people here?” “Yes, actually. They’re all from the company. See that one with blonde hair?” She pointed to a tall man with blonde locks. “He’s Tyrone, the company’s COO and the pack’s Beta.” “That one,” Then she pointed to another male with unruly black hair and a light stubble on his sharp jaw. He was smiling, which displayed his deep set of dimples. “That one’s Ryker, the President of the company and the pack’s Delta.”

Alaric recovered after the first dose of Tyron's blood was given to him. We sat by his side as we waited for change and when his eyes opened...I was so happy that I shed a few litres of tears. He was so confused and shocked by all the sounds, staring up at me with wide eyes. When I picked him up, he started crying too. Tyron was the one who tried to calm us down. Tyron sent for Patrick as soon as he was awake and that's when the news was broken.

“Remi! I found him!” “Who Jade?” “My mate! It’s Beta Taylor Williams!” “Is that a good thing?” “Yes! He’s fucking hot!” Jade laughed. “I’m happy for you both Jade!” Screaming over the music. Taylor always seemed nice. He was very tall, not as tall as Alpha Wyatt but close. He has teal eyes and really blonde hair. Jade found her mate and he’s good looking an nice, so I’m relieved she was blessed by the moon goddess. Jade is an Omega, so his rank is a good thing as well for Jade. I hope my mate is kind and handsome as well. Whenever I do find him, if I get lucky soon after I turn 18.