Grayson Wayne Novels & Stories

Alana gulps before uttering the words that shock each one of them to the core. “His real name is Austin Jones of the Black Onyx Pack.”

We get stopped by almost everyone, them congratulating the both of us. "Man you didn't tell me you were engaged!" A guy, around Leon's age stops the both of us. Leon unwraps his arm from around me and does a little bro hug with the guy. He pulls away and puts his arm back around my waist. "Oh I'm Grayson Black." He isn't a bad looking guy either. His light brown hair is spiked up in the front with gel, a stubble that is similar to Leon's, and baby blue eyes.

Grayson glanced down at me and huffed. "Got shot at. Some hunters saw a huge wolf stalking the deer they were after and aimed. Luckily the bullet wasn't silver and I dug it out and healed within a few hours," he said nonchalantly. I frowned at that. "We need to discuss our son," I said softly and he exhaled deeply and told me okay.

Grayson’s eyes shone with bloodthirst as he dashed forward. He was as fast as a bolt of lightning as he suddenly appeared before Storm. His fists were as ferocious as a tiger. Whoever came near Grayson would be torn to pieces by him. Else, he would target their throats, collar bones, or humerus. Only the sound of shattering bone could be heard before they all fell at his feet.

He was going to fucking ruin Jackson Van Courtlandt. The best ways to ruin men like that bastard was not to try and bring charges through the legal system against him. Grayson wasn’t naïve enough to believe that his surrogate would see justice through the courts. Her character would be assassinated, and that prick would get off scott free. No, the best way to make him pay would be to take away the things that mattered to him most. And Grayson had a plan forming to make that happen. That piece of shit didn’t even know what was coming to him, and he’d touched what didn’t belong to him.

Thirty. Gradually, slowly, the tremors began to ease. His breathing started to even out. His grip on her waist remained tight, but less desperate. Less like he thought she'd vanish if he let go. But he still held on. "I killed them." The words were so quiet Shayla almost didn't hear them. "What?" Her hand stilled in his hair. "Who did you kill? What are you talking about?" "On my birthday." Grayson's voice was hollow, empty. "My sixth birthday. After the party I didn't want, I told them I wanted to go out. I wanted to see the fish at the aquarium."

Ryan Dixon's face turned dark, and he jerked his hands back quickly, as if he were shocked by electricity. Jeff Gray got back to the dorm before him, and since they were all men, he didn't have to worry. The weather was hot, but he didn't let that stop him from putting on his college shirt again after his shower. He walked around showing off his six-pack and his higher ***. Ryan Dixon, who had seen him earlier, bit him by accident. Jeff Gray keeps saying, "If you like it, you'll be able to touch it a few more times if you want to."

"And I appreciate you being honest with me and not pretending there wasn't another guy. Trust between us is important." "Then I think you should know that I saw Ty Dalton." Grayson looked up quickly. "Like your ex boyfriend and drug dealer?" I nodded. "Are you okay? Did you use? Do we have to go to a meeting?" "I didn't use, baby." I assured him. "We just had coffee and I explained why he can't be in my life ever again. Nothing bad happened." Except I lost Lee Windsor. Grayson sighed in relief. "Good. And thank you for telling me. I don't want you to feel you have to keep shit like this from me. Don't be ashamed of that part of yourself. I love every part of you, Scar."

Evelyn's POV "I, Alpha Kyle Turner, reject you, Evelyn Sanders, as my mate." Alpha Kyle hoarse voice boomed in my ears making me freeze on my tracks, his voice laced with disgust. Crack! A cracking sound resounded inside my body and I felt as if a part of me was forcefully torn and taken away. My wolf howled in pain but there was nothing I could do about it. Tears flowed down my face as the pain became immeasurable, increasing with each second to the point I was unable to tolerate it. I could care less about the gazes on me. I was already used to it.

Grayson gritted his teeth and said, "There's nothing good about that woman!" "Goodness me. So you called us up today because your wife bullied you, huh? Come on, tell us what she did. We'll stand up for you! I'm sure we'll be able to handle her!" said Tristan. Tristan Saunders was the owner of Liquor Den. He and Grayson had been best buddies since they were kids. He was infamous for being a playboy. He was handsome and rich and changed girlfriends like he changed clothes. Tristan was the relationship guru of their friend group.