Alex Ryan Books Novels & Stories

Summer is coming up and I have A LOT of family plans for the next 3/4 months. I will be bringing new books out, but none will be Part 3 of this one. I hope you can all understand. I have taken down the snippet of the chapter regarding Chris being released on bail as it leaves this book on a cliff hanger. This book now officially ends with Roman Proposing and Alex accepting. So, to sum up. I will be releasing more books but for now, there are no plans for Part 3 of The Deviant CEO. I'm sorry.

His eyes, glowing with emerald light, fixed on Alex. With a flick of his wrist, Ryan unleashed his power. Vines, thick and resilient, erupted from the cracked earth, wrapping around Alex with unnerving speed. Alex, weakened by the ordeal, could only offer a token struggle. This wasn't ordinary binding. Ryan, the master manipulator of plant life, wove the branches with an ancient magic specifically designed to neutralize the power of the Alpheno – the werewolf blood that flowed within Alex.

Four Years Later "Ryan you need to leave your mommy's bo*bs now. I'll get you big, colorful feeding bottles. Okay?" Asked a pissed-off Ralph as Raven breastfed a hungry six-month-old, Ryan. Ryan ignored him and sucked even harder while Ralph groaned and watched him suck those creamy, delicious orbs. How he wanted a taste of them but they were oozing with Ryan's food and Raven refused to even let him get a taste of them.

"Yes, I can say that,' Alexandro said. “I won’t join your manhunt, if that’s what you’re asking. But I will tell you this—there are others out there. Beyond my kingdom. Beyond yours. Not all creatures respect our war or our women.” Alexandro’s eyes narrowed. “You know something.” “I know rumors. I’ve heard whispers of a new power rising from the east. A rogue named Maeron. Not a wolf. Not quite human. Something... older. I thought he was a myth.” “Why would a myth take my mate?” Valerian’s expression darkened. “You’ll have to find that answer yourself.” Alexandro’s jaw tightened. He didn’t trust Valerian. He never would. But what he said sounded real.

~Sandra’s pov~ "Because your husband deserves worse," he said. "And only I can help you give it to him." I should have walked out the moment he smiled like that. Instead I stood there in the middle of that loud, dark club with my palm still stinging from the slap and my heart doing something unsteady in my chest, as I stared at Ryan Hale and tried to work out what angle he was playing. Because a cunning man like Ryan was always playing one. He didn't do anything without a reason. He didn't offer anything without wanting something back. That was the thing everyone who knew him understood instinctively.

“Until you let me change that ring for a diamond one.” I stared at him blankly. One person started laughing, and then more and more people joined in. It was pretty clear to everyone else but me what he was talking about. “An engagement ring, Elodie.” Jax said each word slowly, his eyes never leaving my face. “Or a wedding band.” ***The End of book 1!! Book 2 and Dion and Lola's story is up next ***

Lexi's POV Ryan smiled as though he had just walked into a reunion instead of an underground vault filled with secrets and armed men. His dark suit was dusty, and a shallow cut stretched across his forehead, but his eyes were as calculating as ever. They settled on the leather journal clutched against my chest. "There it is," he said softly. "I've spent years looking for that book." Behind him, six armed men fanned out across the chamber, blocking every exit. Their weapons remained lowered, but their stance told me they wouldn't hesitate to use them.

I wouldn’t have traded this real and perfectly imperfect first time with Alan for any romance book or movie fantasy first time. His arm draped loosely around my waist, fingers still tangled in the blanket that half-covered us. Rufio had finally stopped shooting us judgmental side-eyes from the corner and was now dozing near the foot of the bed, occasionally twitching in a dream. My heart was full and raw, and I couldn’t quite tell if I wanted to cry or laugh or crawl under the blankets and never leave. Alan—my Alan, not Dorian Lorenzetti, but the man I’d come to care about in the quiet, steady ways that mattered—shifted slightly, just enough to murmur my name without fully waking.

Eren was the most lazy, high-achieving person Alex knew, but even he was busy today. He tried Ryan next, but his assistant picked up—Ryan had just flown out to Punta Cana that morning for a spontaneous vacation. Alone in his sprawling, glass-walled living room, Alex sat down and poured himself a double whiskey over ice. He watched the condensation drip down the glass, replaying every second of the day. The look in her eyes when she called him 'Xander.' The fury when he mentioned the twins. He took a long swig of the amber liquid, the burn in his throat matching the one in his soul. He felt like his heart was finally going to give in.

Hunter: The road in was long and dumb quiet, the kind of quiet that tells you everything worth knowing has gone to ground. I kept the bike under the trees and moved on foot, boots chewing at the moss. Xavier’s words looped in my head: Find her before he does. Short, sharp, no room for mistakes. “Beta, are you sure that coming here is the right option?” One of the gammas, Brian, asked. “Are you going to question the Alpha, Brian?” I asked, and he shook his head.