Kinsley Wyatt Novels & Stories

Lake said. We had finally reached the cars when Lake asked, “So how do i know who’s in charge?” I laughed “it’s quite simple, Jaymeson has the accent, wyatt is autistic and karter is the biggest flirt you’ll ever meet.” I left Lincoln out. there was no need to scare her. She just nodded trying to take in all the information.

Once we exited onto the back patio my eyes widened at the horses and barn. "Wyatt us just down there," he offered and pointed to a large man filling up water troughs. When the man turned at hearing his name called, I swallowed uncomfortably. Wyatt was a rugged man with black shaggy hair and wolf eyes. "He is a werewolf," I stammered and Atticus chuckled. "Yes, he is. I should have realized that you can sense that part," he grinned. Wyatt dropped the bucket he held and bowed his head. "I did not know that your daughter was Luna, sir," he said roughly.

he trailed off, leaving the answer hanging in the air. Wyatt grasped the unspoken words in Silas's revelation. "Alpha Zain Black," he finished the sentence, the weight of that name hanging in the air. In the realm of the Appalachian Mountains, Wyatt Romano held dominion over the American border, while Zain Black, known as the killer from the Canadian part of the Appalachian range, stood as his formidable adversary. The room fell into a profound silence. Zain Black was the only one who could stand against Wyatt Romano. "Did he send the rogues to attack me?" Wyatt questioned, his eyes piercing into the depths of the issue.

“Come now, you can’t be acting shy any longer. Not after whatever you and that big oaf got up to last night.” “You. . . you kissed me!” “It was hardly a kiss.” A tornado rages inside my chest, rattling my bones, and I need to release it. I toss his collar onto the floor between us. “Here.” As soon as I’ve done it, I regret it. I don’t know much about Wolves, but these collars are important to the alphas. Blake may be different than the others, but he is an alpha, nonetheless. For a moment, we’re paused in time. Neither of us moves, and the air is heavy and silent.

“You’re calling the cops?” “No, I’m calling an ambulance. You said there are children. They need medical attention, we can report the accident later. Write down your details, please.” He handed me a black notebook. The front is embossed with gold lettering. Greyson Elliot. Slack-jawed, I glanced at the notebook, then cast my gaze over the God before me. It can’t be? It’s not possible. He has Greyson’s eyes but nothing else. Greyson Elliot is a scrawny, acne-ridden geek and dirt poor. And I haven’t laid eyes on him in a decade.

Cain tenses every time his father says anything to him or me, then they glare at each other like they're having some sort of staring contest or silent argument. Halfway through dinner, Cain's father excuses himself and comes back with a couple who exude authority but seem very friendly with it. After greeting Cain warmly and introducing themselves to the rest of us as Zac and Cally, Cain's aunt and uncle, their eyes land on me. "So you're the one they're after and you killed a rog… wolf with a chair leg. Genius." Cally laughs loudly, sitting down opposite me and bringing much needed life into the room. Her blue eyes twinkle with intelligence and even though it feels like she's assessing me,

And at the center of it all, undefeated, untouchable, was Kane Shawn. Standing at 6'5", with a body carved from years of brutal discipline, he was a titan among men. His blonde curls were damp with sweat, sticking to his forehead as he rolled his shoulders, his enormous arms flexing with ease. His skin glistened under the dim lights, his six-pack rippling with every movement. But it was his face that truly set him apart a masterpiece of sharp lines and perfect imperfections. His light blue eyes had the power to pierce through a man's soul, making even the most confident opponents hesitate. His lips, full and sinful, often twisted into a smirk that made women weak and men envious.

I tried to squeeze my brain and suddenly, fractions of memories came to me like a storm. Cyrene and her first love. Their mother came as well and the secret Cyrus has been keeping from me. A pain struck me right on my chest and I could hardly breathe. He is a werewolf. I am his mate. That is the secret he tried to keep from me because he was scared that if I found out about it, I would leave him. First, it was a witch and now, a beast. I shook my body despite the physical pain I felt. I kept moving, shaking and even jumping on my seat just to get someone's attention.