Amina Tyrone Novels & Stories

With a sharp flick of his wrist, he cleared the room, leaving only the patriarch and the girl. Tyrone let out a long, ragged sigh. “I cannot fathom who these strangers are, baring their throats to me with such lofty titles. But you... you smell of home.” He tilted his head, his cloudy eyes searching hers. “What is your name, pup?” Avery signed with a soft, patient smile: “My name is Avery.” “Avery,” Tyrone murmured, the name tasting like a half-remembered dream. Suddenly, his gaze sharpened. “How is it that my wolf understands your silent hand-speech? Was I once a silent hunter myself?”

“What is he doing here? With that look….is he still annoyed about what occurred on his engagement eve? He shouldn't be jealous when he couldn't even find me to attend his engagement party. I wasn't there due to what Kiah did to my clothes and I didn't hear from Alpha Prince Kelvin too. The class was as quiet as a graveyard as he walked deeper into the class and to my seat. He glared at the three guys before my seat and sneered. “Even after knowing who her lover is, you still have the audacity to raise your filthy hands on her?” They glanced at each other. “She got seated before the Alphas, and that's not right….” “What's so special about an Alpha? She was a beta, or don't you know that?” Tyr

Chapter 16: The Demanding Tyrant Amaris flinched at his words, her heart sinking under the weight of his anger. 'So all of this... is solely because of me?' The realization struck her like a thunderbolt, and without thinking, she dropped to the ground, bowing before him. "Your Majesty, my king! Have mercy!" she cried, her voice trembling as she clenched her bloodstained bandaged hands, fearing for the lives of those accused. Alaric flinched at her sudden submission, her plea stirring something deep within him.

They all walked over to the table and sat down. Mike was standing at the back of Scott and Jennifer. "Nice of you guys to finally arrive. This is my boyfriend, Damian," Sally introduced. Scott shook Damian's hand. "Nice to meet you," Scott said with a smile. "And this is my girlfriend Jennifer," Scott said. pointing at Jennifer Jennifer shook Damian's hand after she stood up. She and Sally both hugged each other. Damian is a white guy with blonde hair. He has blue eyes. and he looks like he was in his late 30s.

he muttered. He grabbed his jacket, eyes cold. Melissa thought she was cornered. Alice thought she’d won. Neither of them knew yet Tyrone hated two things above all else: Being underestimated. And watching someone destroy the woman he should’ve protected sooner.

Pain registered in my chest and spread outward, slow and thorough, leaving nothing untouched. Anya lost her mind. She wasn't growling anymore. She was past growling. She wanted to shift and she wanted blood and she was very specific about whose. She wanted Jessica off him and she wanted it now and she was not being quiet about any of it. The shrieking inside my head was loud enough that I had to press my teeth together just to keep my face stoic. I pushed her back. Not because I didn't agree with her. But because falling apart in front of him was exactly what he wanted and I would rather swallow glass.

I declined. "Oh come on," he pushed on, "he told me you do this amazing thing with your ton-" "Connor." he yelled and he immediately stopped talking. I chuckled, knowing exactly what the fuck was going on, "I can't believe this." "Jade I-" "No," I sighed, "it's fine." I picked up my tray and walked out of the cafeteria.

It ignites a rage within me that I dare not unleash for my own plight. When I shift my focus to his adversary, I understand why he believes that hope is gone. “It required five men to subdue the large one,” Lord Marius informs my father. “He took down three of them. He’s not very talkative, but we suspect he’s one of the alphas—likely from the Midnight Clan. Quite an impressive specimen, wouldn’t you agree?” The larger male embodies the essence of the untamed and rugged mountains from which he must have originated. He stands tall, with a pronounced jawline, and his muscular physique appears as if it has been sculpted from stone.

Aria was beside them, her face pale but determined as she helped a fallen warrior shift back to human form. Then my gaze fell on him. Tyron. The rogue who had started it all. He lay crumpled on the ground where he’d fallen, back in his human form, chest rising and falling with shallow breaths. His body was beaten and burned from the last blast of my power, yet somehow, he was still alive. A group of our warriors had already surrounded him, weapons drawn, waiting for my command. I forced myself to stand, ignoring the way my legs screamed in protest.

Tyrone looked at her useless wife and then at the omega whom he had bastards with. There were three bastards and his wife… his mate had been hitting him, screaming at him. Their legitimate son was somewhat in a dungeon. They don’t know where but Tyrone has been tracking Sandro who knows a lot about them.