Wyatt Cryer Novels & Stories

I tried to squeeze my brain and suddenly, fractions of memories came to me like a storm. Cyrene and her first love. Their mother came as well and the secret Cyrus has been keeping from me. A pain struck me right on my chest and I could hardly breathe. He is a werewolf. I am his mate. That is the secret he tried to keep from me because he was scared that if I found out about it, I would leave him. First, it was a witch and now, a beast. I shook my body despite the physical pain I felt. I kept moving, shaking and even jumping on my seat just to get someone's attention.

I raised my glass and gave it a slight tilt toward Wyatt. Vivian quickly grabbed his arm. "Wyatt, Saddler Group is where it is today thanks to the support of Mr. Griffith's family. Have a drink with him." Wyatt came from a humble background. Of course, he wouldn't know how things worked in business dealings. Right now, all he cared about were his emotions. He shook off Vivian's hand and left. Vivian apologized repeatedly, "Mr. Griffith, Wyatt has been feeling under the weather recently. Please forgive him."

when in fact we can burn this forest down into ashes. As soon as I set my foot on the village's gate, Gran, my childhood friend, came running to me. "Sera! The elder Fyre is looking for you." He said. He guided me towards the elder's house but while walking he kept telling about nonsense and when we were near the elder's house, I got irritated and said, "For the record Gran, you are the noisiest man I've ever met." and walked away, leaving him smiling, don't ask me why that's just how he is.

Ryker said, taking his attention off the laptop. “After this morning, I got to thinking. I can help with all things tech, but when it comes to fighting, I am not as good as everyone else. To contribute, I figured the more areas I can monitor, especially at night, the better coverage we have to keep everyone safe out there. I also designed these.” Carter pulled something out of his pocket, but I couldn’t see what it was because Ryker was blocking my view. “What are those?” Ryker reached out and looked down, only making my curiosity grow.

If I leave it blank, they’ll ask more questions, I’ll just give the basics, and then maybe they won’t pry too much. Former pack- Cedar Falls, Blood Oak. Family Ranking - Beta/Warrior. Family in other packs- none. Wolf Color- gray. There were more questions about family and contacts and about our desires for the pack and such but this was enough. Looking around the room I see Beta Grayson introducing the three other shifters that came to Clear Creek with me to their sponsors. A geeky-looking guy named Steve was to work in the tech security division, a sweet and shy gal name Suzie was to be kitchen staff, and a douche kid named Kyle was going to the accounting department. Kyle was friends with

“If you don't want to fucking be here, then leave. I won't fucking stop you. Wyatt never raises his voice, he just looks at me. He looks so sad. “I know you wouldn't. That hurts, but I've had weeks for the sting to wear off. So, I need you to understand this. I am not here for you. I am here for Mick, Ricky, Van, Val and Lucy. Because they need someone. Mick can not do this alone. He needs help. Those kids need love and attention. I am here for them and I am here for Wilder.” He swallows hard. “I owe it to my friend to be here for his family. Wilder would be devastated if he saw how things are right now. He worked his ass off for years, sacrificing everything, for those kids. Now, it's my tu

"Laurel McKinley. Is this a social call, or should I be worried?" "Little of both," she admitted. "I need to see you, Wyatt. "I need to see you in person, if you can manage it." There was a pause on the other end, the kind that meant he was already rescheduling his day. Wyatt had been two years ahead of her in college, sharp enough that everyone had assumed he'd end up running something long before he actually did. Now he sat at the head of one of the largest pharmaceutical companies in the region, which made him exactly the person Laurel needed and exactly the person nobody would suspect.

And the messed up situation is exhausting, doesn’t mean it doesn’t eat at me every goddamn second. Before I can speak, the crowd shifts, and I hear a voice that makes my blood turn to fucking ice. “Well, well. Didn’t know nerds could look cute.” Wyatt Morrow. Captain of Silverthorn’s hockey team. Arrogant, smirking, six-foot-two jackass. Alpha of Blackridge Pack, our packs share boundaries and we've been at each other's neck for years. He’s standing behind Calla, fresh from his own game—clearly just changed into his damn varsity jacket. Must’ve come here right after winning.

An doing them squats during training seem to catch Alpha Wyatts eyes, even when his new toy is around. I’ve also made a guy friend at work that me and Amelia hang out with during our breaks. His name is Jackson. He’s the typical guy girls chase after. The sandy blonde hair, toned build, brown eyes, 5’9” and the messy ‘I woke up like this’ hairstyle. He can be a flirt but I just see him as a friend. I mean he’s attractive but I’ve never been boy crazy; Only a one man alpha crush and we see how that’s going. So far nobody in my friend circle hasn’t met their mates. Jackson is 19 and is still waiting to meet her. How long does one have to wait? I was hoping I’d find mine the day I turn 18. It w

I have enough strength not to fall to the floor by his feet and cry. "It was better, the less I explained. We couldn't have any complications in getting you out," Rylan tells me. He's not apologetic in any sense. He's flat, impassive and infuriating. I exhale shakily. "The Rylan I thought I knew wouldn't even consider this, but I suppose that was an act." Rylan nodded smoothly, and my heart broke a little more. "So if you're not religious, then the ceremony shouldn't have mattered. Sinning shouldn't worry you-"