Tyria Moore Now Novels & Stories

Moira overwhelmed me. “That handsome guy,” she extended her hand, pointing at the man taking out his trash. “Hey, Wyatt!” she yelled, waving her arm. She turned to us and giggled. “He’s a Superman.” “Yummy,” Bethany licked her bottom lip and nudged my arm with her elbow. She leaned and whispered in my ear. “I think I want to live here, too. So hot.” “I know, right?” Moira grinned. I blinked, not realizing that Superman, I mean Wyatt, had walked toward us.

She’s the only female outside the designated section, except, no, as I scan the area, I see she’s not. There’s another female at the other end of the row, plain faced with a long braid. She’s wearing a cloak, too, but hers is a vibrant red. The Quarry Pack beta, Tye, sits to her right. I recognize a few of their other fighters, Ivo and Gael, standing behind her. She must be their new alpha female, the one with the bad leg. “How about you look at your mate, and I look at mine, eh?” Killian’s voice booms in my ear.