Corey Wayne 3 Man Novels & Stories

Tyler said. Wayne finally emerged and walked to us. “Sorry I delayed everything, Your majesty. I just had to give myself some little pep talk regarding the suicidal mission we're about to embark on.” He said with a faint smile. “Get on your horse, Wayne, we're leaving now. The earlier we do that, the better it is for us.” Tyler said Sternly. “You have grown so many wings since Alpha Tristan left. I doubt you could have said that to my face a year ago.” Wayne mumbled, but I heard him audibly.

His arm was bleeding. The third man came at him with a crowbar. Wesley twisted around him, drove the hilt of the blade into the base of his skull. Three. I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t look away. He moved through them like water cutting through stone. Not flawless—he took a hit to the ribs, elbowed one man so hard I saw teeth fly—but unstoppable. By the time it was over, five men lay sprawled on the ground, dead. One was still alive.

His grip trembled slightly, but he forced it steady. He needed to prove he wasn’t fragile, the he wasn’t something Darius had to shield. The first hit came from behind. A sharp, deliberate crack across his shoulder. Wayne turned, eyes narrowing. Three wolves stood there older, broader, with the kind of smirks that meant trouble. Kade. Oliver. And a third, nameless one who snickered behind them. Kade tilted his head, fake innocence dripping from his tone. “Sorry, didn’t see you there, pet.”