Nash Wyatt Novels & Stories

he asks. “Yeah,” I say, checking the time. It’s already 6:30 p.m. I was about to leave work anyway. I’d planned to get home to Jack, but Celine was there, and honestly, I could spare an hour. I’d get home in time to still spend the evening with my son. “Now?” I ask. “Yeah, I’m already at The Croft,” Nash says, referring to the private club owned by our friend Ethan. When I walk in, Nash hands me a glass of bourbon. The first thing out of his mouth is:

“Good. Take it all, Nat.” Nash’s voice was hoarse, and I knew too well that he was nearing his climax. Ignoring my pained heart that begged to be licked, I push the door without bothering to knock anymore. I didn’t know what I expected, but the sight before me broke me again. Nash was still fucking the same woman for over a week. It was Natalie, the one he got from his coronation anniversary. It was weird enough for him to fuck the same woman more than three times, but now. I saw him kiss her. They kissed each other hungrily as their bodies moved in sync.

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.

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.

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.

Olivia sighed and decided to trust her friend's judgement for the night. Nickey grabbed Olivia's arm and pulled her towards the bar. "All we have to do is stay away from that bitch, Thelia." *** "You'd better make sure everybody knows that this is the last time I'm going to put up with these endless parties," Asher Blackwood exclaimed. "I have had enough of the constant parade of available bitches for my consideration. I'm telling you, as I have told my mother countless times, that I don't need a mate to rule! " He continued to restlessly pace across his bedroom and glowered at Carlisle, the other man in the room.

The crowd stepped aside to let Tyson Woods in, and he stalked in menacingly. He glanced at Wyatt and laughed. “Yeah, we do. How about you give us a few million dollars for pocket change?” “I was joking and you thought I was being serious? You dare come to me for money? Who do you think I am?” Wyatt narrowed his eyes at them. It was easier to negotiate if all they wanted was money. The others should know about his identity, so he doubted they would dare touch him with his new status as the CEO of York Enterprise.

When his mother ran over to pick him up, the ice had given way beneath her. Wyatt's father, Ted Gaynes grew up on a farm in Marshall, Minnesota, received his Bachelors degree from Minnesota State University, then he went on to Harvard School of Business, where he met Marilyn. Less than a year later, they were married and their first son, Jack was born soon after.

“That’s all right. We don’t want it to be anything that is too easy to figure out, so how about I just pick one.” Wyatt types a number on the flat screen. When he is done, he turns back towards me and smiles. “I have selected 22020. It means 2 omegas and 2020 being the year that we met. Can you remember that?” A small smile spreads across my face as I nod my head. “Yes. I think I can remember that.” Wyatt turns back towards the flat screen and types a few more things before he steps back and swings the picture back into place.