Does Ryder Have Parents Novels & Stories

Him saying Ryder was married. Ryder is married? My stomach twisted painfully at the memory. I shifted my eyes to Ryder, confused. I've known him long enough now. Our relationship had grown deep. He didn’t keep secrets from me anymore. There was no way he was married… right? By the way… from what I know, Ryder got married to Dylan’s mother like five years ago, I guess. Then she died two and a half years ago. She couldn’t have just woken up from the fucking grave to come claim her husband, right?

“What’s going to happen to Mike?” Ryder’s whole demeanor changed. He tensed up, and his expression went blank. “I don’t know,” he replied. While it didn’t feel like a lie, my new wolfie senses told me he had a pretty good idea. “Ryder,” I said, keeping my tone flat. “Come on, tell me. What is going to happen to him?” “I really don’t know, Brook,” he said. “And I don’t think Dad is too sure either. He has said nothing to me, but you shouldn’t think about him. He isn’t worth your time. Whatever happens to Mike is well deserved.”

Just then, the door creaked open—Ryder. “I heard,” Ryder said quietly. “I didn’t mean to. I was walking by.” Bain didn’t say anything. “I’m sorry,” Ryder continued, voice thick. “For what my father did. For going along with it. I was… lost. Angry. But I’m here now. She’s my sister. That baby—he’s my nephew. I’ll protect them with everything I’ve got.” Bain studied him for a long moment before nodding once. Viktor placed a hand on Ryder’s shoulder. “You’re not alone in this.”

Ryder looked at the man and woman in front of him, unable to speak. They said they were his parents, but he was sure he had never seen them. Yet, he felt like he knew them. "What do you mean, you're my parents?" Ryder asked cautiously. Zoe squeezed his hand as the couple made their way over to them. "We're your birth parents. I'm your mother, Azra, and this is your father, Thane." Azra answered. She wanted to run to her son and take him in her arms, but she wasn't sure how he'd react.

He straightened, forcing himself to breathe, but he was too shaken to think clearly. For years, Ryder believed he had suffered the hardest blows life could offer. His father’s death at ten. The betrayal of his first love who he had trusted. The loss of friendships he thought would last forever. Yet through it all, he had never been alone. He had his mother and his brother. People who stood by him, reminded him he mattered, kept him from breaking completely. But Arden… Arden had no one. Ryder’s chest tightened painfully as the truth settled in. Arden had been raped by seven men. His parents were murdered on his birthday. His inheritance stolen. Blackmailed. Violated again.

Now, she's all around me. Uncle Barty...he has risked himself so much for me. I had no idea. "Who's they?" I hear myself ask. It feels important to know. But even before he speaks, I know who it is, and it makes me feel so damn ashamed. "The Alpha. The Beta. The leaders of the pack." Ryder's father. He was responsible for my mother's death. I feel sick to my stomach. Does Ryder know this story the way Nadia does? Is that why he wouldn't leave me alone?

I said to him. “Oh, dear cousin. Don’t worry about it. You had perfect timing,” Adam said in a slightly higher pitched voice and I had to bite my lips to keep from laughing. “You remember Ryder?” I asked him. Adam nodded. “Of course, I do.” He extended his hand to him and Ryder shook it. “Nice to see you again,” Ryder said politely. “Where are my parents?” I asked Adam. “They’re over with Dad. They didn’t know you were coming, did they?”

“If I can’t find a job anywhere else, I have no choice but to help rehabilitate injured animals. I’ve never even owned a pet.” “Well, that’s sad.” I looked up from the menu I wasn’t really reading. “Isn’t it the latest daddy in town?” Ryder’s eyes widened. He scurried onto my booth and tossed the menu at me. “Pipe down! My father doesn’t know yet.” My jaw dropped. “Are you kidding? Shouldn’t he know there are witches trying to get rid of his granddaughter?” “He doesn’t know I have a fated mate yet.” “Is there a reason why?” I asked.

A crucial question on which his future depended, that needed to be answered as soon as possible. "Your father has a sword?" Ryder was taken aback by such a question. Out of all he heard... that was what he wanted to ask about. Is he fucking serious? What Ryder didn't know was that Midnight had other concerns in his heart. The father of the girl he loves has a sword. And he will duel him? What is this situation?!!! "I made it for him," Ryder responded, feeling somewhat guilty. "It's made of resin..." She started to explain, but before she could finish her blabbering, Jake suddenly came to realize something as he frowned.

Ryder’s POV "I'm not buying this shit." I snapped, glaring hard at my father. I didn't care if he was in debt or whatever. My father was the most selfish person you'd ever meet on this earth, so this bullshit of "trying to protect my legacy" wasn't going to work today. "You don’t get to decide that, Ryder." Robert shot back and began to take a few strides toward me, "This family’s future depends on you." "All my life it’s been about you," I yelled, causing my throat to burn. "If it's not about your company it's your damn legacy. Where the fuck do I fit in that? Have you ever thought about what I want?"