In Tyr's Footsteps Novels & Stories

He hurridely put on the shorts I gave him and walked up to Dylan. “Look who went and got himself a park.” He extended his hand for a shake and Dylan took it, firmly without breaking eye contact. Kudos to the new Alpha I guess. He just might last a while. “We don’t have time for this. We need to move now.” I take off running in the direction of tte meeting and the two of them follow closely behind. The beauty of running with older wolves and Alphas is they knew how to be quiet. No one would hear us coming.

The word Sir has never sounded so dirty in my ears. “Now, lay on your back and spread your legs for me baby” There was no going back from here, I tell myself.

MEANDRA Then there it was—the unmistakable sound of her footsteps. I had become so accustomed to it, a haunting echo that seemed to follow me wherever I went. The way she walked—confident, almost predatory—sent a chill down my spine. I tried quickening my steps, but she had already seen me. There was no escaping her now. My heart raced. She didn’t yell, which gave me more anxiety. Maybe because Alejandro was closeby so she didn’t want to risk getting caught.

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But Verena didn't realise that, it was the day the Tyrant was born. And it was there that his obsession grew, grew, and grew some more.

“You take after your father.” “I take after my sister.” Greg retorted stubbornly. “And there is nothing that sister wants for you more than to live your life as a kid, with no care, duties, or responsibilities, as long as you can,” Caddie told him, holding him by his shoulders and slightly shaking him. “Because your sister didn’t get to do that. At all. She became a mother at eight years when you were born and your mother left us, and she became mother and Alpha to all of us at ten years.”

“Baby, you’re trembling. Talk to me.” I swallowed hard, forcing a weak smile. “It’s nothing. Just… a little too much. The storm, dinner, coming here. Not to talk of Naomi's disappearance…maybe even you.“ My lips twitched, but the humor didn’t reach my eyes. “I just need a walk in the cool night air. That’s all.” He searched my face, unwilling to believe me. His thumb brushed my cheek tenderly,“You’re pale. Forget the walk. You should lie down. I’ll bring you tea. Or hell, wine if that’s what you want.”

I acknowledged his existence with a nod and gestured for him to lead the way. Brandon returned my nod and said, “Please follow me.” So, with him leading the way and with Zuleika and Maliya flanking me on either side, we all walked in shared silence, and our footfalls against the gleaming floor were the only thing we could hear in the quiet.

Emma’s footsteps echoed through the empty streets as she walked, her mind a chaotic whirlwind of emotions. The anger, the grief, the disbelief—it all blended together, creating a storm inside her chest that threatened to choke her. She had left everything behind in Isabella's apartment, her heart shattered, her trust demolished..

My wealth began to snowball, growing rapidly. … One year later. On an ordinary afternoon, I drove aimlessly through the city. By some twist of fate, I returned to that familiar intersection. I did not get out. I parked, peering through the tinted windows, quietly observing. Cars streamed by as crowds surged past. Students in uniforms walked across the crosswalk, laughing and teasing in small groups. Sunlight spilled over their young faces, filling them with hope and dreams for the future. I suddenly understood that the one who died in prison in my previous life was not truly my past self.