Marcus Ryker Series In Order Novels & Stories

All three of them started talking at once. Jax: “Are you kidding me right now? After…. ” Kael over him: “Dude, Marc? The guy who falls asleep in lectures? What the hell is the issue. ” Ryker, calm but sharp: “This isn’t logical. We’re the strongest…. ”

Marcus says menacingly as the two stare each other down. Wait, he’s not going to reject me? That should be good news, but I have a bad feeling. It doesn’t matter right now; I am so not in the mood for this testosterone-driven bullshit. “Ryker, it’s best you leave now, and I don’t want to see you on this floor again,” I say using my Alpha Spirit. He grits his teeth and tries to resist but his head eventually lowers in submission. “Fine,” he says curtly as he storms off. I take a breath and turn my attention to Marcus. Gods he looks good. He’s in simple dark denim jeans and a black t-shirt that is so tight it is causing some very dirty thoughts to appear in my head.

THE NEXT PART OF THIS BOOK IS GRAPHIC AND TRIGGERING. It includes: -r*pe -s*icidal thoughts -self h*rm -s*icide attempts -sexual ab*se Please don't read on if any of these bother you, it will get intense and upsetting. I'm warning you now so anyone who may be triggered by these themes doesn't walk into it without knowing beforehand. Marcus pov Friday 1st November 2019 *********************************

We only wait a few minutes before Marcus comes back on the line. "It looks like he took over five years ago. His father was a tyrant. He was believed to be responsible for the destruction of multiple packs. From the information I found, Ryker has been trying to right his dad's wrongs. He killed his father once he took over." Does that mean this pack is the one that killed my family? "Thank you," Joel says before hanging up. "I think we should see what he has to say." Anton nods as he turns around and drives back toward Columbia. We were only about thirty minutes away. Pulling into the parking lot of a restaurant, we go inside and request a private room so we can talk without humans listening

I growled. Ryker smiled, his eyes glinting with amusement. "I want to help you," he said. "I want to help you take down Marcus and restore balance to your pack." I was taken aback by Ryker's offer. Why would he want to help me? "What's in it for you?" I asked, trying to keep my skepticism in check. Ryker's smile grew wider. "Let's just say that I have my own reasons for wanting to see Marcus taken down," he said. "And I think that together, we can achieve great things."

down beside me on the bed. He leaned on top of me softly to not put pressure on my wounds, “I got you baby girl, I promise. I’m so sorry.” He reached the phone behind him to Deacon, and I let go of Theo’s hand. I had a spark with Theo, part of me was attracted to the idea of him, but there was something about Ryker that I couldn’t let go of. He kissed my forehead and sat back up. “I am tired of being behind in all this. I have been behind since the beginning, since Ivy played me when she disappeared. I want to talk to her.” Deacon nodded but Theo looked confused. He didn’t know that Ryker’s men had taken Ivy to a safehouse. I don’t think. I don’t think he should tell him that either. At the

Marcus threatened, I burst out with a small laugh. "You can't harm me." I rebuffed and his body moved closer to mine with his blazing eyes burning straight into my Eyes. As his lips parted to talk, the door pushed open from behind. It was Ryker. He stopped at his pace and sneered with the expression on his face darkening. Ryker rushed towards us and without warning, he pushed Marcus aggressively away from my side. Marcus stumbled, I'm sure if it wasn't his stamina Marcus would have fallen on the floor.

“Then you lead the next run. You want war? You get to carry it.” Rhett nodded once, sharp. “Gladly.” The room went quiet again, only the sound of Hawk’s lighter flicking, Tank’s breath steady, Ghost’s silence filling the cracks. The war wasn’t coming. It was already here. And Rhett would make damn sure Marcus Kane felt every cut. The map was starting to look less like Texas and more like a body on a slab. Highways were arteries. Outposts were bones. The red circles Rhett had carved in marker were open wounds. And Marcus Kane? He was the cancer choking it all.

The air shimmered, and from the shadows of the ruined hall, a figure stepped forward, tall, draped in black armor etched with living veins of red light. Ryker. He smiled faintly. “How touching. The sinner and his saint.” Clara’s magic surged instantly. “You shouldn’t be here.” “Oh, but I should,” he said, his voice velvet and venom. “You’ve been quite difficult to find, little moon. I thought perhaps your new master was hiding you again.” Lucas’s blade flashed from his sheath. “Say another word and I’ll rip your throat out.” Ryker’s eyes glowed brighter. “Still so protective. How sweet. You almost make me believe you care.”

Claire's POV My breath caught in my throat as I beheld the sight of Ryker's car nestled within the confines of the garage. Russell's astute observation resonates deeply, compelling me to delve into the intricate recesses of Ryker's mind. I must establish an indomitable presence within his thoughts, evoking an unparalleled infatuation. In this realm of his consciousness, I shall reign supreme as the sole object of his unwavering fixation.