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Rudy goes limp and Daryl hastily carries him to the car, shoving him in the back seat. “What’s wrong with him, it was like he didn’t know who I was when I was trying to help him” “I don’t know, but Taylor is great at healing, lets get him to her” Daryl has the car practically flying down the roads, racing back to our home. Rudy stirs a few times in the back but his eyes stay closed and he no longer looks frantic. “Daryl, do you think he has had his memory wiped?” “Impossible, he is a hybrid”

"If you want me out of this car, you're going to have to throw me out." "I swear you were just trying to get the hell away from me not twenty-four hours ago," I mutter. Ryder lets out a sharp breath. "Look, I don't like that gang. I don't like that you were a part of the gang. I'm furious I've been protecting a criminal, but . . ." He trails off and looks at me. "our mutual friend trusts you, and taking into consideration what lack of trust she has in anyone," He lets out another long breath. "well, I trust her judgment."

Alpha Wyatt I will always protect my little mate, she’s mine and mine only—as I am hers. My wolf keeps pushing through wanting to stay in wolf form just to be in our strongest form to defend our future Luna, Remi. I wouldn’t let harm come her way if I have anything to do with it, I do have my reputation for a reason. Before Remi came around, I was ruthless, I was known for my brutal force and strength. I was always good to my pack, but if any threat came our way or we had to advance on surrounding rabid rogues, I took immediate action, ending the threat without blinking an eye. I’m glad that my Alpha buddies are coming for the Luna Ceremony as I need some guy time to think about Remi’s dream

“I assume you are proficient with a single-tail, Master Flint?” “I am highly proficient, though I typically prefer a six-foot length,” Ryder responds, his tone dangerously calm. Jordan scoffs lightly. “A six-foot tail is entirely too unpredictable in close quarters.” Ryder flashes a cold, lethal smile. “Unpredictable happens to be my exact specialty. But in this specific submissive’s case, I am adding heavy whips to her soft limits. Light crops or hand implementation only.” “You brought a remarkably soft submissive to an advanced resort,” Jordan observes, a distinct note of professional contempt bleeding into his voice.

Ryder had twenty-four hours to sign the confession. My hands trembled violently against the glass screen. Ryder was going to sign it. He was going to take the entire fall, ruin his athletic career, and accept public disgrace—all to ensure that Richard Spence had no reason to dig deeper into the server logs and uncover the unredacted audit files that cleared my father's name. He’s destroying his life to shield me, the realization hit my chest like a physical blow, choking the air from my lungs.

“I will help you in any way you need.” Ryder looked at Ryle who shrugged, “it’s Rylen,” Ryder started. Manny shook his head, “no, he hasn’t change one bit.” He sighed. “Who’s Rylen?” Lisa asked. “Rylen’s my twin brother and Ryle’s former second mate.” Ryder started to explain. “You were supposed to be mated to both?” Lisa gasped. “Yeah, but Rylen being Rylen decided that he knew better than the Goddess.” Ryle said.

Because I wasn’t going to let him walk away with that threat. He thought he had won. But I had come prepared. I knew I couldn’t face him alone. I wasn’t strong enough as Declan. I couldn’t shift yet. I couldn’t fight him the way I wanted to. So earlier that day, I’d quietly approached someone Linus feared… one of the senior boys. His name was Ryder. Everyone feared Ryder. He was the top fighter in the academy, a fierce wolf with a sharp sense of justice. He hated bullies. Zayn once told me, “Ryder can smell cowardice.”

She did change her mind. "Alpha, our Luna is bleeding so bad." Andy cried in pure panic. "No. I can't do this." I whispered as I tried to hold the pain. "Kill me. Now. Andy, Tristan, please!" Cyrene cried. I looked at them and saw the agony in their eyes. We all grew up together so this is killing them as well. I pleaded with my eyes for them not to listen to her but I know it would not matter now. She successfully tackled me to the ground and when she was about to slash me on my chest, she ended up flying across the room. I looked back to find Tristan and Andy panting, trying to catch their breaths.

“I'll cut you limb by limb, and I will make sure you suffer. I will make you beg for death, then feed you alive to my hounds." Ryder gulped, his eyes wide with fear. "I'm not lying," he responded quickly, fear creeping from his tone. "I swear, I'm telling the truth. I've only been working for Phil because of the money. He pays well, and I need the money to take care of my sick father." “Your father?” I raised an eyebrow, feeling suddenly curious. "What's wrong with him?" Ryder hesitated, his eyes darting back and forth as if afraid to share that information with me. "He was injured during the attack on the Windwalker pack," he finally answered. "He's been sick ever since and won't heal." His

Madam Amelia seemed to know this as she nodded her head at me. “Now what? You can’t break your vow. What will you do? You can’t have a Wolf Rider running around Astoria.” There it was. She knew what her daughter was. The half human part of it was the least of it. The fact that she was a Rider—a creature that could control a werewolf with a simple command. A creature that ruined my family's life. A creature, who must be destroyed before it gains power. There hasn't been a rider born in half a century, and even before, there was only one that ruled Astoria.