Timeless Wyatt Novels & Stories

Now I understood why Kaela brought us to her first. “Wyatt is eleven years old. He disappeared seven months ago. It was just an ordinary night, our usual routine. I closed up my shop and asked him to get some bread from the bakery nearby.” Our home was just a block away from the said bakery, so I went home, hoping my son would return to me soon enough.”

She flipped a slim dagger in her fingers, the blade catching the light with every turn. Across from her, Owen Tucker lounged with the ease of someone who never feared the room he was in. Six-foot-two, broad-shouldered, a shirt unbuttoned just enough to suggest the confidence of a man who knew he was being watched. His deep voice rolled across the room like soft-rumble thunder. “You sent for me at midnight,” he said, leaning back. “Either you’re bored, or someone’s about to bleed.” Anna’s smile was a blade. “Perhaps both.”

Once he was in a trance, Caitlin began to guide him, leading him back to August 6th, five years ago. “Wyatt, do you remember August 6th, five years ago? Did you cremate a woman named Kelly?” “Think carefully, Kelly! She was sent to the funeral home on August 6th! Were you on duty that day?” “Did you cremate Kelly? What happened?” Through Caitlin’s guidance, Wyatt, who had been unresponsive, started to change. His eyes remained shut, but his face displayed signs of panic. He began muttering. “Don’t… don’t…”

I froze. He frowned slightly when he noticed what I was making. “You forgot what today is?” he asked. “Why are you eating something so plain? It’s your birthday.” I was stunned. I’m an Omega orphan with no inner wolf or roots. Before I mated with Lucien, I had never celebrated a birthday. However, ever since we became mates, he had never missed a year. No matter how busy he was, he always came home to celebrate with me. When I was afraid of thunderstorms, he’d hold me close and whisper to me. When I had to travel far, he insisted on dropping me off and picking me up himself.

Go wild and get whatever pleases your eyes] Me [ Wyatt ] Wyatt [ No, babe, please get anything for you and Lucas] he insisted. Me [ Don't hate me when you have zero dollars in your account] Wyatt [ That can never happen in this lifetime or the next] I only smiled at his reply and I joined the girls in the foyer.

Wyatt continued to ask, “Who else can you call?” Who else? None! He could not tell his family such a shameful thing, and among his cronies, only Jasper could mobilize one million dollars of funds. He really wanted to drive him to a dead end. At this time, Wyatt offered another solution. “If you are willing to do me a small favor and move just a few chess pieces within the Food and Medicine Hall, I’ll write off your debt.”

When you factor in that Wyatt was behind him at the time, standing six foot two and just a little less muscled, her boyfriend didn't return a word, quickly leaving the house. As my thoughts turn to Wyatt, I smile. My brother's best friend and the secret love of my life. He is twenty-three and sinfully delicious. He and Wilder have been best friends since they were kids, having met when Wyatt's family moved in a few houses down the street from where we use to live. That house was my favorite; a little three room house with a front porch swing and a big yard. It was a quiet street with middle class families, set off of any major roads so there was no traffic except for the parents coming home

Wyatt's brow furrowed as he scanned the room, but to his surprise, neither Zain nor Adrian were in attendance. Wyatt's mind raced, contemplating Adrian's absence and the potential implications. Their non-appearance only added to the uncertainty surrounding their intentions. Just as he was deep in thought, Wyatt's gaze met Marcus'. With a subtle nod, he acknowledged Marcus and exchanged a quiet greeting, mindful not to draw attention to their connection in front of others. "Alpha Wyatt Romano," the voice resonated, unmistakably Adrian. Wyatt had sensed him before. Adrian offered him a drink, a signature smirk playing on his face. His eyes exuded authority, as if poised to strip away everythin

" About you quitting your job?" " Oh yeah, I did." " Finally!!!....Halleluya!!!....Wait, when?" " A few hours ago." " Should I bring some goodies to celebrate you finally standing up for yourself, against that pig?" " I do stand up for myself." I defend myself, now frowning. " Mmm, you think you do but in actual fact, you are kind of a push over." " No I'm not!" " Skylar Grey, how long did it take for you to finally say no to that snobbish cousin of yours, Clarissa?"

Wyatt asked, softening his voice a bit If he couldn’t take their money then he was going to cause them pain for turning him down. “No, you can’t. I’m busy today” came the cold reply “Just hear me out for the last time” Wyatt pleaded He had a way of softening his voice and making people pity him. “Fine, be at my office by one o’clock sharp and I won’t give you more than five minutes of my time” Wyatt smiled. “Thank you so much” Five minutes was more than enough to carry out what he had planned already.