Zyron Owens Novels & Stories

At this time, one of the Oskian soldiers amongst the other soldiers from Ten Thousand Armies stepped forward with a surprised look on his face as he asked Charlie in Oskian dialect, “You’re an Oskian?” This person was Zayne’s personal bodyguard, who was always by his side, and his name was Yaron Xenakis. Yaron was two years younger than Zayne, and both of them were Oskians who had immigrated to Africa. Both of their parents were business partners, but some years ago, the business that their parents had worked so hard to build up had been robbed and looted by the mob during the turmoil in Africa. Both of their parents had died in the hands of the mob during their attempt to protect their life

Unless. "Alpha Grayson."

I turned slowly, breath caught in my throat, and what I saw rooted me in place. Zyron stood there, right in the center of the blood-stained ring, hunched forward with his arms clutching his sides like something inside him was tearing him apart from within. His face contorted in agony, his jaw trembling as another guttural scream tore from his throat. Veins began to swell all over his arms and neck, bulging like angry snakes beneath his skin. His eyes rolled back, mouth wide in a silent scream now, and something… something beneath his skin started pulsing. Expanding and bubbling.

Owen said with a smile, "Zane, I heard you talking about your grand ambitions to control Goldspire's underworld. Is it true?" "Of course!" Zane replied, his voice filled with conviction. "Good. That's what I like to hear. To be honest, I didn't just come back for a visit. I'm here to repay you and help you take control of this underworld," Owen said. Zane's eyes lit up with excitement. He remembered a snowy day ten years ago, when Owen was homeless and on the verge of death from hunger and cold. Zane had taken pity on him, brought him home, and saved his life. Later, Owen had shown incredible potential.

How wonderful. "She deserved it. No one should be cast aside for something they can't help. Loral couldn't choose who she loved and the Knox's had no right to do what they did," Zayan paused and from the corner of my eye, I could see him looking right at me. "Just like they had no right to make you an omega for being a black wolf." Sincere. Open. He was showing me his world views and I appreciated that about him. He had morals. Standards. Everything a woman would want. Except, Zayan Sterling didn't want me.

He nodded strenuously and subconsciously began treating Zayn with even more respect and admiration! Zayn was the chairman of Violet Vision Media Corp. He was so wealthy and he had a big shot like Mr. Hyde working for him. Beyond that, he had just shown what a skilled and powerful fighter he was, and all that at such a young age! Gordon had been involved in this business for so long and encountered so many people, yet it was his first time meeting someone like Zayn who defied all expectations. In his heart, Gordon had begun to idolize him.

I felt all those eyes on me, and I knew exactly what people were saying. At the end of the day, I was something like a concubine. I was not the Alpha’s official partner, and being an Omega only made it worse in their eyes. “There are no plans to choose any Luna soon...” Lorenzo answered, and my gaze locked on him, trusting him to say the right thing. His blue eyes stayed on mine, and a small smile appeared at the corner of his mouth. “Because I already have a Luna, and I won’t accept anyone other than my Omega mate, Victoria Greco. Come here, my love.” He motioned for me as chaos rose through the room.

* * * * * * * Zane’s POV * * * * * * * I watched as Lynn took Amelia to the dance floor, and he was so close to her body that the wine glass in my hand shattered when I clenched my fist on it tightly. I was gritting my teeth as I watched her move sloppily in his arms, the scene was enough to give me nightmares for the rest of my life. It was extremely nauseating. But I can’t go there and claim her because I was worried what everyone might think. I cannot be seen with her publically. I am a future Alpha and she is a mere wolf from pauper’s pack. I asked the bartender to fill in another glass of corona for me. I swirled the glass and drained it in one go. The alcohol burned my throat a little

Zorn then pulled Rory toward himself, grinning. "No one would ever come between the two of us." "But… I'm worried." Rory frowned, glancing at the direction where Frank and Gene were. "Noel York worships Frank Lawrence. He's not much of a looker, but I've been to his farm resort in Riverton. It's really as amazing, and—" "That's enough!" Zorn's expression became stern, but he assured her, "Since you hate him that much, I'll just have to come up with a subtle plan to get rid of him. I'm Birthright rank, y'know—dealing with some brat couldn't be easier!"

"Rori Zoe Ryan." ________