Nash Wyatt Novels & Stories

Lowe, leaving her speechless. "You… you…" she stammered, unable to form a coherent sentence. "I’ll give you two options," Nash continued. "You tell me who you really are and then call your husband so I can speak with him. Or, you can keep playing tough, and I’ll leave these two men here with you. Whatever they decide to do, I won’t interfere." Nash sneered. "Oh, and by the way, my name is Nash York. I’m sure there’s no other Nash York in Birkham, is there?"

“Yes. Get Dominique and Makayla out of there.” Nicholas changed back into wolf form and howled. He and his people ran out into the clearing before the barn. I went around the back and jumped into the nearest tree. I jumped from tree to tree and saw several wolves coming out of the back of the barn as several others came out the front. I went to the back. I was going to take those wolves out so they couldn’t circle Nicholas. I jumped down and onto the back of one of the wolves. He snarled as the other wolf realized I was on his back.

Wyatt’s POV Ten days in New York, and it still wasn’t enough. Everyday had been the same. Meetings back to back, damage control, quiet negotiation to salvage what Nate had destroyed. I was making progress. Slowly but it was holding. Investors were starting to believe again, starting to believe Sterling might survive this, starting to give us another chance. Until Nate decided to make it worse again. I sat in my office in the late afternoon, files spread across the desk, overlapping in a way that made it hard to tell where one problem ended and another began. A cup of coffee sat untouched near my hand, long gone cold. I couldn’t even remember when I poured it.

Alpha Kyle's POV I paced around the room feeling rather uncomfortable. I was unable to sleep last night as my wolf didn't let me sleep. He had been disturbing me to look for our mate. Rejecting my mate wasn't a good decision as I didn't feel my body again. The pain was more than I had imagined. Even though I had tried to suppress it, I felt I couldn't continue to suppress it.

Was this some sort of vacation home? Bernice had said that Wayne Wyatt wanted to be kept under the radar about the bid, other than that, there was not much information about him. Turning around, she walked back into the room. “Where are we?" She asked, alarm ringing in her head. "Please, tell me we are still in Nashville, Tennessee?” At that moment, he pushed himself off the wall where he'd been leaning, and straightened to his full height. “Let me properly introduce myself. I am Wayne Wyatt, son of Warren Wyath. King and Alpha of the Royal House of Wyatt. Leader of the pack of the Grey wolves. The protector of the plane Woede and all its hinterlands. Welcome to your new home, my human mate.

It had taken him ten years to put his operation together and he'd be damned if he was going to let any one of his players sleep through the most important weekend of his life. Wyatt had come a very long way since his high school days, and judging from his earlier conversations with the losers of his class, he felt confident that he had surpassed each and every one of them in both money and prestige. Although he put on a humble facade when he talked about his little stationery store and print shop in town, he brilliantly concealed what lie beneath. He was having such a wonderful time pretending to be the same sweet kid of his high school days, he almost began believing it himself.

“Great so far. Noah loves his teacher, and she’s fantastic with the kids. It’s honestly refreshing to see a human so attuned to the needs and psychology of other shifters.” Wyatt’s knife scraped loudly against his plate, the sound grating enough that Noah and I both had to clench our teeth. Noah brought his hands up to his ears again like he had in the arcade, and I gently coaxed them back down before patting him lightly on the back. “That’s nice to hear,” Wyatt said, though the words sounded strangely tight. “Yeah,” I said. “Got any kids?” “I haven’t had the privilege yet, but I’m hoping I’ll get the opportunity soon,” he said.

I love a good business deal and she was a part of it. To Sandrine and her father I am Wyatt Hayes, CEO of Hayes Enterprises, Billionaire and single, never seen parading women, a man that keeps to himself but enjoys the good things money can buy, good cars, expensive watches, tailored suits, eating in expensive restaurants. What they don’t know is that I am The Reaper. The man her father fears the most, the man every man has nightmares about.

To insure that hunters didn't get to close to pack lands there was a treaty made to keep humans out of their lands. The sound of heavy steps and snapping branches gets louder as a large silver wolves emerges from the shadows. "I'lol only need a few minutes to pack up my gear" bending over I pick my wet shirt up and go to put it back on. The sound of bones cracking makes me turn back around to see Nixon standing in front of me completely naked. "Why are you out here" he asks. I don't answer. Taking a pair of basketball shorts out of my bag I toss them to him, he slips them on and walks closer to me.

Well that was as it for breakfast. Nathaniel was keeping calm and collected. He left the table and to his study where he smoked trying to calm himself. Rosalyn was punishing him for protecting her and his sister was pregnant for a bastard. The bastard that took her parents life. His life was always killing him and he just needed someone who could understand. Someone who would help him relax and take his mind off everything. Rosalyn was that person, but she was not speaking with him right now. **********