Romans & histoires Judd Ryder

"Kaden's going to get what he wants." Rylan chuckles, saying, "you're going to come back, don't worry. Jasper knows what he's doing." If there's anything to trust, it's Jasper. He's the oldest Alpha out of all, and matches Alden in a lot of his wisdom. Alden has raw intelligence though, while Jasper's knowledge comes with all his centuries of life experience. Obviously though, I'm terrified. How could I not be? My mind won't cease the thoughts of what could go wrong until it actually happens.

She said: "I need strategic advice." I set down what I was reading. "Tell me," I said. "Ryder," she said. I knew the name. Ryder was a senior warrior in the Northern Fang pack, four years older than Aurora, with the specific, settled competence of someone who had been doing demanding physical work for long enough that it had become simply part of how he occupied space. He was quiet in the way of people who had learned that most things did not require verbal commentary and who saved their words for when words were the right instrument. He was, by every observable measure, entirely oblivious to Aurora's interest in him.

Then… Click. The lights suddenly came on, bright and blinding. Shivers ran down my spine. I froze in place. Slowly, I turned toward the light switch. Ryder stood there. He wore nothing on top except a pair of thick jogger pants hanging low on his waist. His bare chest rose and fell with heavy breaths. His blue eyes glared at me like they could start a fire any second. “You’re clubbing now?” He asked.

Are you okay? Nothing from Jax. A cold, nauseating dread poured into my stomach, heavy as lead. I opened a social media app. It was a Category Five shitstorm. The headline was everywhere, in every news outlet, on every gossip site: JAX RYDER’S FORBIDDEN PAST: SOCCER STAR’S ALLEGED AFFAIR WITH MARRIED HIGH SCHOOL TEACHER EXPOSED “PRINCE OF THE PITCH” IN GROOMING SCANDAL RYDER’S FALL FROM GRACE: DISTURBING PHOTO SURFACES

"Alright children, enough measuring of your dicks. I promise you both are tiny as fuck." Asher raised his head just then to see Ryder striding towards them. The man had dyed his hair a silver now and the grills in his teeth sparkled like hell. As he neared them, he unzipped his racing suit down to the chest and a grin tugged at his mouth. "Gotta hand it to you, Asher. I don't know what the hell changed, but you're fucking insane on the pit. You've always been phenomenal, but maybe focusing on racing full-time and kicking your shitty CEO job to the curb was exactly what you needed, huh. Hell, I don't regret convinving you to stay."

Ryder chuckled and Liam turned his gaze to Alexa. "You were coming for a date?" He asked. "You also told me you were busy." She replied indifferently and Liam sighed deeply, turning away. "Mr Jordans, are you also partaking in the fashion show?" Ryder asked, stopping him in his tracks and Liam turned back, a light frown on his face. "Of course, I am." "What company are you working with?" Ryder asked inquisitively and Liam raised his brows. "Why do you want to know?" He asked and Ryder chuckled.

Dixie is busy fighting for her life, and the council is busy planning her death! Making my way straight to the healer's hall, I unexpectedly meet my friend, Ryder. He looks pissed off, so I ask him, “What's wrong, Ry?” “Your human mate has a human friend. Remember that nerd that follows her about like a lovesick puppy?” He asks. “Yes...uhh... what's his name again?” I always forget his name as he is hardly anyone important. “Jackson.” Ryder spits out. He is visibly pissed off, and I wonder what Jackson did this time. That human has a knack for being nosy.

“Your father is going to talk about something important, stay here.” Darren sighed, he really wanted to take the girl away from this boring family gathering. But he couldn't help but listen to his father speak first. “We look like family, right Mr. Frank?” He was Adam Jarl, Alpha Pack Kyne, Darren's father. Of course before answering that question, Frank chuckled to break the ice. After all he thought it was a good signal to bring two families together. “Yeah, we're like two families already, Alpha Adam. I feel like we're very compatible in every way.”

I spotted Spencer and Ryder across the crowd, his eyes locked on mine for a brief moment before he nodded and continued on his way. Ryder stood at around 6'1" with a lean yet athletic build, honed from years of running and training in the woods. His skin had a warm, golden undertone, a testament to his mixed heritage, unlike my pale own. His grey eyes were a striking feature, seeming to gleam with a mix of intensity and kindness, depending on his mood.

Then the phone on the counter started to buzz. Jace snatched it up without checking the number. “What?” he barked. A familiar, cool voice chuckled on the other end. “You sound upset, Jace.” Jace’s eyes narrowed. “Ryder.” “Glad you remember me,” Ryder’s tone was calm — too calm. “I figured I’d check in, see how your little hostage experiment worked out.” Jace’s grip tightened on the phone. “You son of a—” Ryder laughed softly. “You know, for a man who calls himself a leader, you sure lose a lot of people. Raven’s losing her mind, Marcus is bleeding money, and you—” He paused for effect. “You can’t even hold onto one woman.”