Urban Wyatt Novels & Stories

"You'd better wait here and ask someone to accompany you. We will inform you of any news as soon as possible." Someone to accompany me? Who? Wyatt. -- WYATT I didn't go home. Instead, I was enjoying my time at a nearby cafe. Since it was a pretty long trip and Ruby had banned me from coming, I didn't have a choice but to work here. It was like killing two birds with one stone. I could work while waiting for them to finish the trip.

Once we exited onto the back patio my eyes widened at the horses and barn. "Wyatt us just down there," he offered and pointed to a large man filling up water troughs. When the man turned at hearing his name called, I swallowed uncomfortably. Wyatt was a rugged man with black shaggy hair and wolf eyes. "He is a werewolf," I stammered and Atticus chuckled. "Yes, he is. I should have realized that you can sense that part," he grinned. Wyatt dropped the bucket he held and bowed his head. "I did not know that your daughter was Luna, sir," he said roughly.

And she'll make sure it'll remain that way. ********** Hazel Wyatt. It was a pretty name, just like the owner. It's quite unique, too. He snorted. No, he never thought he'd come this far. It wasn't his style to get some people to know someone's name or class schedule. Mostly, girls would willingly give him their names, number, address, etc so he didn't really have a problem in that aspect. Who wouldn't willingly give some personal information to him, anyways?

He had been preparing to go to jail for quite some time since committing himself to this job. Wyatt climbed up helplessly. Then he drove towards the police station in his car. Thomas had asked him to turn himself in, and he was prepared to do so, but in Celandine City, he could not do anything he wanted, especially if he knew about the Art Trading Corporation scandals. As Wyatt was passing through the traffic light on his way to the police station, a truck abruptly ran a red light and rushed out from the side. The truck was moving at tremendous speed, and it rammed into Wyatt's car!

Wyatt Wyatt walked in the front door of the apartment ready to apologize to Cassie. He had reservations made at a fancy restaurant. He had flowers in hand and jewelry was set to arrive later this afternoon. The business meeting this morning had been long and arduous. He thought he'd escaped the corporate world by moving to the island. Being a peon for a holiday resort was easy. He just had to do what he was told and pour drinks. Now he was back to being the boss and he hated it. He had less freedom at the top of the chain than he did at the bottom. He was beginning to think that he would always be stuck with corporations telling him what to do with his life. It didn't seem to matter where he

He is the Gamma to Alpha Wyatt. Once Alpha Wyatt took over, nothing changed. He had the same views as his father, which I was grateful for. Alpha Wyatt is 26 years old, and still hasn't found his mate. I could tell it was taking a toll on him, since he had not only his Alpha duties, but he had to pick up the Luna duities as well.

Wyatt nodded at his mom and followed us inside with Reed in tow. It was about five hours later before Wyatt came to our bedroom. He looked worn out and had dried blood all over him. He didn’t even knowledge me as he went straight to the bathroom and started the shower. “I think I will leave you guys to talk” Autumn said nicely. “Thank you” I said and helped Autumn put our supper plates on the cart. I put Wyatt’s plate on in the microwave as Autumn walked out the room. Wyatt came out of the bathroom about 30 minutes later. When I heard the shower go off, I turned the microwave on for 3 minutes and Wyatt happen to walk out as I placed it on the table.

“That’s all right. We don’t want it to be anything that is too easy to figure out, so how about I just pick one.” Wyatt types a number on the flat screen. When he is done, he turns back towards me and smiles. “I have selected 22020. It means 2 omegas and 2020 being the year that we met. Can you remember that?” A small smile spreads across my face as I nod my head. “Yes. I think I can remember that.” Wyatt turns back towards the flat screen and types a few more things before he steps back and swings the picture back into place.

"Wyatt Charlton, what the hell did you mean by that?" When Mason saw how disrespectful Wyatt was toward Woody, he slammed the table and got up. "Don't get so full of yourself just because you won a few matches. "You don't call the shots in the land of Tiusto City!" Wyatt snickered. "In my eyes, you're the one who has the least right to call the shots! "Mason Cartwright, be patient. Not only will Woody die today, but you and Tyga won't leave here alive either.

The thrill of danger felt just as good on the return trip. I’m full of adrenaline and energy. Why can’t I be happy? Beau sobers first, catching sight of something across the garage. Or… someone… Wyatt stands there. He’s holding a can of wax and a rag. And he’s openly glaring at us. “Stay here, Nanny,” Beau says, and starts walking toward Wyatt. “What are you going to do?” I ask. “Stay here,” he says, fiercer. I’ve never heard him snap like that. But that doesn’t mean I’m going to listen. Not if he’s about to confront Wyatt.