Nash Wyatt Novels & Stories

He appeared a few seconds later, his hair still damp and a grin on his face. “Hey, Wrath, good to see you,” Rebel said. “We’re having church, but out here. Get the sweet butts to the basement rooms. All members and prospects present for this one,” Nitro said. “Got it,” Rebel said and left as quietly as he had appeared. Nitro turned toward Whitney and gave her a dazzling smile. “Welcome to the Road Warrior’s clubhouse. A friend of Wrath’s is a friend of ours.” “Thank you,” she said softly.

Sybil said, raking her hands through her blond hair. “Now I’m a bum? I wasn’t a bum when she was seeking me out! I wasn’t a bum when Xaiver wanted nothing to do with her and only wanted the white wolf’s pussy!” Nash roared. I gasped. Enzo balled his hand into a fist and rammed it into Nash’s jaw. “Enzo, no!” I yelled, but it was too late. That white rented tux would be stained with blood.

(Am I clear? (Crystal.) I mutter between my teeth. (Good Girl.) He says and lets my chin go. (Can you at least tell me who you are and what do you want?) I say. (My name is Austin and as for what I want, well money of course.) He says and, smirk. (Okay Austin, if money is what you want then give me a phone and I’ll call my mate, he is an alpha and can pay you good as long as you do harm me or our pups.) I say trying to negotiate.

It had been tough on Taylor, having her millions of followers turning their back on her and her dad’s stick declining too. Mrs Wyatt in her usual manner was dolled up. For someone who claimed to be sad and going through a lot, she looked dolled up and had the latest Chanel handbag. Mr Wyatt on the other hand wore the scariest scowl Ruby had ever seen, she could see his veins pop out by the side of his neck. Now Nate had challenged him openly, she was scared of the evil things he was going to do to Nate in return. Even though Mr Wyatt’s stocks had fallen, it was only for a while. He was very good at pulling public stunts all the time.

by Norah Jones. He twirls me around during the musical break in the song. He kisses my forehead and leans me back as a dip and kisses me softly. “I will always love you Remi” he whispers. “Wyatt, I’ll forever love you and be yours.” The song ends and we walk out of the tent. Wyatt starts undressing and I panic, “what are you doing?! We can wait until we get back to the Packhouse can’t we?” He shakes his head chuckling at me. “It’s time to shift little wolf.”

Fur retracted, replaced by raw, scarred skin. In seconds, the wolf was gone. Standing in the rain was Nash. He was naked, his body heaving, covered in mud, blood, and shards of glass. His chest was a map of old scars and fresh bruises. He looked like a prisoner of war who had just broken his chains. His eyes were still that terrifying, glowing red. He didn't look at Kai. He looked straight at me. At Sayler. "Give him to me," Nash rasped, his human voice rougher than gravel. "Give me my heir."

I put my hand on Nathan’s chest, not wanting him to respond to the man as I pushed him back gently. “I suggest that you go back to your wife while you let me enjoy my night with mine” Nathan said, glaring at the man. We took a step back, walking to the bar, and I couldn’t help the smile that formed on my lips when I saw Carter approaching with two glasses of whiskey. “Whiskey for the lady?” He teased, handing it to me. “She is not drinking” “You are not fun” Carter said, pretending to pout his lips “let the woman live a little”

Natalie Dominant in the field. A fiend with the spirals. Unstoppable. The words glow on my laptop screen, stark against a high-resolution photo of Jaxon Wolfgang. I should be focusing on the next article, the one hyping him as the greatest comeback story in the league at the age of nineteen, but my gaze is locked on his face. Specifically on those blue-grey eyes that still make my heart ache and my hands tremble. “Natalie? You’ve read the articles?” Paul’s voice, thick with the effects of his smoking days catching up to him, filters over the phone.

I wondered if this was all a test from Hawthorne and if I had somehow already passed, ready to become his Luna. The maids led the way, and I followed closely behind them. Outside, I saw Hawthorne standing with three people, while four cars were parked neatly. When he saw me, he signaled me to come closer. As I stood before him, I felt the piercing gazes of his guests on my exposed skin. “My lady,” a deep masculine voice spoke behind me. I turned to see Ryan, Hawthorne's beta, with a smile on his face. He took my hand and kissed it, looking pleased. I glanced at Hawthorne, surprised to find him indifferent to his beta’s gesture.

Deep moss-colored eyes fanned my face, but my body held no reaction. I couldn’t help it when irritation flooded me. I wanted to be left alone, suffering in silence as I was triggered by practically everything. I could feel him hovering over my shoulder, waiting for an answer. “Breyona.” I spared no effort to raise my voice above the music, my eyes darting over my surroundings. There was no sight of Mason, Carter or Wade but the makeshift warehouse club was huge. “Breyona. I'm Noah.” My name left his mouth like a seductive song, carried to my ears by the thundering music. His voice was raspy, nothing like Giovanni’s. Giovanni’s voice was rough, but held a certain silkiness that made your toes