Novel & Cerita What Was Meant To Be Qb Tyler

I looked at him sharply. "Outside the rink," Tyler said. "Before the first period, he was waiting." *What did he say?* "He asked me what my intentions were." Tyler said it with the flat delivery of someone who still hadn't fully processed the sentence. "His actual words specifically said Intentions." I stared at him. "I know, I was shocked too." Tyler said. "I told him my intentions were to be someone's friend who actually showed up for her." He paused. "He didn't love that."

He didn’t miss a beat. I raised a brow. “Hi to you too.” Tyler ignored me. “I was texting because I needed front row access to the awards! I made a bet with one frat idiots that I’d stream it live with your help!” “Well, sorry I wasn’t helpful,” I said, cozying into the seat. “I was busy trying not to burst from anxiety.” Tyler huffed dramatically, then waved his hand. “Fine. I forgive you. It’s not your fault. I blame Tyson. He didn’t come through for me when I begged him to get me access to the awards.”

he replies making the ladies look among themselves and giggle as their cheeks blush. Ty seems to have that effect on ladies. He's not just a gentleman, but he's kind-hearted, humble, and so adorable. Anyone would easily underestimate him how powerful he is until they catch his aura and can sense the power in him. I've seen him train, no one can outdo him, coming close to how powerful Alpha Blake is. Our stay in the kitchen was short-lived. Ty is the beta of our pack, and with that title comes great responsibilities. It wasn't long before we were called back into the dining hall.

The hum of the fridge filled the silence of the apartment — familiar, steady, too loud for a morning that already felt heavy. Footsteps shuffled down the hall. Tyler appeared, hoodie half-zipped, backpack slung over his shoulder. His hair stuck up at odd angles — kid looked like he’d wrestled with sleep and lost. “You’re up early,” I said, reaching for a mug. “Coach said I could come in before class to help with drills.” He grabbed a protein bar and then spotted my phone lighting up again. “You’re trending. Again.” “Lucky me.” He tore open the wrapper, chewing slowly, eyes narrowing. “It’s about her, right? The reporter?”

Much, much worse. Because this time around, Tyler wasn’t the overwhelmed, out-of-his-depth kid on cobbled-together financial assistance. He was no longer afraid that he might betray himself completely and start tugging on his forelock to the overlords, or something equally horrifying. He wasn’t crushed under the pressure of his own ambition and need to climb up out of that hole his family had been in for generations, not anymore.

In other words, we were kicking some serious ass this afternoon. To put the icing on the cake, Coach was sending in Matt as QB on this play. The last year hadn't been easy for my friend; he and the coaching staff clashed more often than not, and he chafed in the role of back-up quarterback. Thom Wilkens was still going strong, and if things continued as they were now, he'd hold onto his job up through graduation, leaving Matt only one year to lead the team, if he didn't consider playing another position. For a guy who was hoping to parlay his college career into a top draft pick, this thought was discouraging. And Matt wasn't shy about letting everyone know how he felt. But right now, we wer

I muttered, my jersey complaining under my grip. The game tightened from there. Every possession feeling like life or death. Coach Bradford clenched his teeth so tightly I thought he might crack a tooth. Lakeview scurried around, Aaron, Sammy, and Micheal felt like the only hope. Dean was barely standing by now, but it was too late to switch players. Tyler could only score when he stole the ball—barely bouncing it. He looked like he’d collapse if he went any longer. “Please,” I whispered. “Please, Tyler.”

Josh was leant back in his seat, like usual, and scanning his surroundings of the cafeteria whilst the rest of us spoke about minuscule issues such as the new team colours for the game tonight and also Ryan's unfortunate return to school. "The guy has been a massive dick since he was stuck inside one." Tyler announced to the rest of us, most likely knowing him more with being on the team with him. I pulled my hand to cover my lips at the small grin that fell on them. "He's only playing professional because his Dad's money got him there." "Someone sounds jealous." Josh leaned forward and stole a couple fries from Tyler's plate before leaning back again, his features remaining as passive as al

"We need to have another talk with Ty, he needs to know that it's okay. He likes her I know he does no matter how he tries to hide that shit." "And if we want to keep him from flipping his shit over this fuckfest we'd better figure out a way to get it through his thick skull that the shit that happened in his past was not his fault and should not stand in the way of him finding happiness now." They all nodded but I knew it was going to be left up to Lo and me to deal with his ass, fucking wimps. *** Tyler ***

Oh, shoot! It was the Alpha. Alpha Tyler.