Tyler Westover Novels & Stories

Emily Warner, the crazy and happy go lucky side-chick in all of the stories. She is happy that all of her friends met the man of their dreams but she hasn’t. She has never met a man who even remotely loved her. As a kid, she always hoped for a crazy life story like beauty and the beast or toy story or finding nemo. But she worked at a nine to five job, at the age of twenty nine, she was single, while all of her friends were either getting married or pregnant. And there she was sitting in front of the television, eating chips out of her hair.

“I think if I do nothing, we won’t have a child to protect at all. You heard her it wants an anchor. If that’s me, then hiding won’t stop it. It’ll just come anyway.” Silence stretched, sharp and heavy. Tyler’s wolf rose close to the surface, a growl rumbling deep in his chest but he said nothing. I took a step closer to him. “I love you, Tyler. But I will not sit back and watch people die because I was too afraid to try.” Tyler turned away sharply, pacing the room like a caged animal. His fists flexed, his shoulders tight. He didn’t want to hear it, didn’t want to accept it but he couldn’t argue with the truth either.

"I am not asking for a war. Kill me but bring my daughter back. Let her leave this city and this werewolf world. This is not for her." Tyler was determined to send off her daughter to any place but Seattle. He wanted her to leave this werewolf, pack situation by any means. He had kept her in the dark for eighteen years and now he can't just push her in that mud. "Tyler, you are delusional at this moment. Leonard would not leave her until he is done." "She won't survive. If you all want to wash your hands with the blood of an innocent kid who just turned eighteen then I might say the packs are the biggest symbol of injustice. Moon Goddess would curse every single one for this sin."

I pressed it to my palm, wrapped it in cloth, and buried it behind the treehouse. Tyler was gone from the halls. Gone from the records. Gone from the mouths of the wolves who once called him Alpha. But not from me. He was not from Gavin’s dimples or the way my breath still caught when I heard his name in my sleep. They could scrape him from the walls. They could burn every word. But fire had its limits and Tyler was still coming back.

Willow asked, reaching into her bag for a bottle of water. "Abysmal," Tyler muttered, leaning his head back. "I am officially retiring from midnight leftovers. My wolf is currently trying to stage a coup from the inside." "I’m so sorry you’re making this trek in such a state, Tyler. You really should have stayed in Manhattan." Tyler reached out, his warm brown eyes fixing on hers as he managed a boyish grin. "And miss the chance to see where you grew up? Not a chance. I’d travel through a silver mine to stay by your side, Willow."

I replied in a more angrier tone. Tyler was one of those people you just wanted to punch, I remember when he trained with Alley and she put him in his place, we all thought he changed after that but when she left he went back to his same old asshole ways. "So you aren't going to talk?" Tyler asked. "To you? Absolutely not." I replied. "Why? I haven't done anything wrong." Tyler said. "You are an asshole, you ask questions you have no right asking and then you make it sound like Brandon could do a lot better than me so yes, you have done something wrong." I replied. "Well I'm not wrong, you went crazy and killed people Leia, you tried attacking everyone else, and yeah who would want a mate li

Jasper narrows his eyes at me, but decides not to bring up my thoughts. Instead, he says, "I will not stop until this deal is complete." "Do you know anything about Cyprian? Where he may be?" I ask, hating to bring up the name of the man behind the uprising. Cyprian. Young, strong and extremely manipulative. An outsider of the Love Pack born and raised. A rogue now. All these things are a dangerous concoction I don't want my beautiful mate witnessing. Unfortunately, my end of the deal must be upheld.

“Are you sure about this?” “I don’t want to be sure,” I said, my voice cracking. “I’m just… tired.” She sighed and sat back down beside me, shaking her head. “Okay… at least tell me his name.” “Tyler,” I said. “Tyler?” she repeated. “Tyler what?” “Tyler Miller.” Wendy froze. Her eyes widened so much I thought they might pop out. “Tyler Miller?” “Yes… you know him?” “Emily,” she said, almost in disbelief, “who doesn’t know that playboy billionaire?”

Three days passed, and it was like a storm had passed over my life. Suddenly, things took a turn. Tyler went live, streaming to thousands, holding stacks of evidence. From the beginning, Vivian had deliberately gotten close to him, leading him to believe she still had feelings. She had wormed her way into the Lane’s residence as a personal housekeeper, taken control of my spending, imposed unfair rules forcing me to submit applications for approval, and step by step, caused the deaths of my child and my father.

I swiped on the answer button and placed my phone against my ear as I walked into my room and closed the door behind me. “May! What’s going on?! I’ve been trying to call you, are you okay?!” She asked immediately I answered the call. I exhaled deeply and dropped on my bed. “I’m okay. I had a low battery before,” I said to her and I could hear her sigh In relief. “By the way, the news — is it true?!” “Tyler Graham has a child?! You guys are together now?!” She asked. “Obviously not Betsy,” “Tyler has a child, she invited me to her music recital and I decided to go,”