Tyler Galpin Wednesday Novels & Stories

🌻 ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ [ 4 YEARS. LATER ] ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ 🌻 .. 📍 ( M I A M I ​​, F L O R I D A ) 🍃 🌻 .. .. .. .. .. 🍃🍃 —————— “PAPA TYLER!!” My gaze stayed on Sapphire as she suddenly cheered up, bounced out of her seat, and dashed off with both hands lifted up.

Tyler answered faintly, "I'm sorry. I don't think I can make it that day." "Is there anything…you need to do that day?" Gloria asked tentatively. Before this, Gloria was an understanding person who kept her distance and knew better than to pry into things she did not need to know. Undoubtedly, she was in no position to ask too. However, she could not help it anymore. Tyler did not like to reveal much. "It's something to do with work." Gloria gazed at him and said, "Is it work or…Vicky's birthday, which is coming soon? Do you plan on celebrating with her?"

Gavin said, dismissing himself from any other questions this Alpha might have had. He made his way to his friend, Tyler. Tyler was one of his best friends and his longest friend. “I thought you would never get here,” Tyler whined, taking a long shot of whisky. It seemed that he too swiped a bottle off the bar. Gavin smirked at his friend. “How are you already plastered this early?” Gavin asked, raising his brows. “Settle down before you get yourself kicked out of here.” “Don’t be a party pooper,” Tyler said with an eye roll. “I’m just trying to have a little fun.”

“And that's why I need to meet him. I don't care about whatever he did, I just have to get my memories back. Maybe meeting him can help me. My parents are dead, Tiff. Chloe and Zoey are missing. I need to find them. I need to find out the truth behind everything that happened two years ago, and if Dad didn't commit suicide, it means they were murdered. My poor parents were murdered. I have to find out who's responsible and this time I'll make them pay. But first, I must meet Tyler,” Tiffany swallowed a deep breath. “Fine. I understand, and trust me, I'm with you. But it's not easy to meet Tyler. He's become super famous and he won't be in the country until later this week for the gala night.

I opened the message eagerly. Tyler: I'm still in a fucking meeting with the Silverpine Pack. Probably going to be late ☹️ Can't even ask Ryder to pick you up because he's recording. You might have to wait for me, is that okay? I felt disappointment weigh me down for a moment, but then I figured it actually wasn't that bad. It's not like he was canceling, he was just going to be late. He had responsibilities and I knew that when I signed up for this.

“Oh? Should I be worried?” The omega chuckled, setting a hand gently on Gavin’s back. “He’s got more enthusiasm than precision, but we’re working on it.” A clatter behind me made me turn, Tyler had entered, hair still damp from a shower, shirt half-tucked like he hadn’t quite decided if he was ready for the day. He paused when he saw us, eyes flicking between me and Gavin. “Smells… chaotic in here,” he said carefully. Gavin beamed. “I made toast!”

"Since I am officially forbidden from tiring you out tonight... I suppose I should let you have the first shower." "That would be very gentlemanly of you," I agreed, a teasing lilt returning to my voice as I stepped out of his embrace and grabbed my travel bag. "Don't get used to it," Tyler warned playfully, walking toward the minibar to pour himself a glass of water. He tossed a devastating, wicked look over his shoulder. "This pretend act only lasts until we publiy fire Miller tomorrow. Once that is over and done with... the narrative is entirely mine."

"Well said, Alpha. We look forward to the wedding. Do give our regards to young Bella." They leave. I sink back into my chair. "You did well," Tyler says quietly. "She was testing you. You didn't flinch." "I wanted to throw wine in her face." "Save that impulse for Tiara. You'll need it." He takes a sip of his wine. "Three more groups will approach before we finish. Senator Morrison is working up the courage now." He's right. The Senator appears five minutes later, all political charm and calculated friendliness. Then a tech CEO Tyler does business with. Then a woman who claims to be a "close friend of the family" but whose name Tyler clearly doesn't remember.

Grace leaves. "Why should I be fired?" I crossed my arms. Tyler's black hair was tousled, his forehead was sweaty causing a few strands of hair to stick to it. He wore black jeans, a black T-shirt and had a small piercing in the corner of his lower lip. A more or less large tattoo in the shape of a lightning bolt stood out on his neck. Tyler was quite a bad boy. "Well, you're right. Do you like the song? It was especially for you."

he warned, his voice low and menacing, eyes narrowing into a glare. "And who the hell do you think you are?" Asher shot back, trying to maintain his composure. "You really have no clue, do you?" Tyler replied, his tone dripping with hate. "Who would give a shit about you?" Asher retorted, arrogance lacing his words. Tyler took a step closer, his expression darkening. "Alright then, I am Tyler Reed, but that’s just my mother’s last name. My real name? Tyler Wilde." Asher’s eyebrows shot up in surprise. "What?"