Novel & Cerita Huey X Riley

“Yes… I’m happy. Incredibly happy. And relieved. I think this reunion healed a lot inside me… All my secrets are out. I’ve met the people I needed to meet. I feel like I can breathe freely again.” Her mates exchanged relieved smiles. They have all been extremely busy these days. Leo with the final months of his mayoral term, and Eash and Ezra with their newly relocated headquarters. Yet they had taken the entire day off, ignored calls, and dedicated every minute to Riley. And their efforts had paid off. Their mate is truly happy. Riley looked at them, three extraordinarily handsome men glowing under the golden evening sunlight. She still couldn’t believe how her destiny was written. After en

Riley didn't answer and only tied Hugo's hands so that he could no longer reach his gun. “Hey, kid. Aren't you going to take revenge for your commander's death?” Hugo asked again in a voice that was starting to sound a bit weak. Riley squatted down and pointed the knife at Hugo's neck, “Don't get me wrong! I ... really want to kill you.” Riley played his knife around Hugo's neck, intentionally scaring the man. And sure enough, Hugo tried to move his neck to save himself. “But ... don't worry! I'm not going to kill you,” Riley said. He then moved the knife away from Hugo's neck.

Was he even a normal human? Hurley fell to his seat. His face was as white as a sheet, and he was sweating all over. He could not help but wonder when did he offend a powerhouse of this level! "W-Who are you?" Hurley stuttered when Howard approached him. "Who's Lupin!" Howard's voice was piercingly cold. "W-What do you want?" Lupin said with great difficulty as he lay on the floor. "Remember this—I'll only ask you once!" Howard glanced at him. "Where did your men take Riley to?"

Behind him, Riley—equally bare, nipples peaked from the cooler air, hair falling in damp strands over her shoulders. They didn’t speak. Didn’t need to. Hudson stepped in close, chest to my back, arms caging me against the counter. His mouth found the side of my neck—soft kiss over one of the fresh bruises he’d left. “You good?” he murmured, voice low, rough from groaning my name. I nodded. Couldn’t find words yet. Riley slipped around to my front, hopping up to sit on the edge of the counter between the double sinks. She spread her thighs just enough that I was bracketed by her knees, her heat close enough I could feel it.

A large counter with about thirty workers stood ready to serve us. As we neared the counter, Hazel looped her arm through mine, slowing me down while the triplets walked ahead. “Riley texted last night,” she whispered. Suddenly, all the hatred I harbored for the camp disappeared as I turned to her, eager to hear more. “Well, it was just small talk. He plays football, and look at this…” She pulled out her phone, showing me a shirtless picture of Riley. “I couldn’t stop picturing him in my sleep. He’s so hot.”

Remy follows—flannel sleeves rolled up, gold coyote eyes scanning the room out of habit. **Celeste (smiling):** “Settling in?” Riley pushes to her feet—quick, eager—crosses the room and pulls Celeste into a hug before anyone can blink. **Riley:** “You’re taller than I remember. Or maybe I just forgot how intimidating you are when you’re not covered in swarm goo.” Celeste laughs—genuine, surprised—hugs her back. **Celeste:** “And you’re still the only person who can hug me without asking permission.”

Hesper chuckled self-consciously, while Riley raised an eyebrow, observing their interaction. Although he had heard about their deep affection for each other through word of mouth, he found it challenging to envision their relationship being as harmonious as it appeared. When he had been present, they had despised each other and endured a tumultuous relationship. Riley had never anticipated they would end up together. Now, they treated each other with gentleness and honesty, a transformation that left him somewhat envious. However, Riley understood that their relationship wasn't the sole focus, and more pressing matters required their attention. With a decision made, there was no reason for

“People smile when they are happy. Cassy smiles when her Ma makes her a new dress, or makes her a new braid, or when her father pats her head. Riley gets none of that. I don’t even have a Ma, so why should I smile?” “Cassy? Who’s that?” His frown deepened. He had never had a good memory. “Pa, that’s the daughter of the family next door. She’s my friend and her ma brings us food sometimes.” He nodded. “Oh. So...” his frown returned. “Who’s Riley?” Ouch. “Me. I’m Riley.” I tapped my chest.

Riley snarled back, “as much as I might want to.” “I know you two are working together on this! You both want to bring this Pack down and you’ll sink so low as a black-market spectacle to make it happen.” Harrison was rambling, pacing again. “Black-market – what the hell are you talking about Harrison?” Riley was concerned now. “Stop playing dumb! Tell me the truth!” “I already told you! I have absolutely no idea what you’re talking about!” Riley’s voice cracked with worry and anger. “Who has she been seeing, huh?”

In fact, since his arrival, Riley had been too intimidated to even steal a glance at him. But now, she was witnessing such an intimate exchange between Haley and Shane. She wasn't the only one frozen in shock. Xena was too. Confusion clouded her mind. When did Haley and Shane become so close? How had she been completely unaware of this before? Before she could dwell on it further, Haley had already started playing the recording from the phone. Riley's arrogant tone resounded clearly from the speaker, sending shivers down her spine. The moment she heard it, Riley couldn't help but take a step back, her eyes wide with fear and panic.