Marcus Ryker Series In Order Novels & Stories

“We’re not at war with the East yet.” Kane’s head snapped toward me. “Yet.” Ryker huffed from the chair he’d dropped into. “I’m going back for the rest of them. That Alpha has no idea who he fucked with.” He leaned back, boots kicked up on the edge of the bedframe, eyes burning red. “Get me wine,” he ordered the nearest guard. The man bowed and moved fast. “Add pills. I want to get drunk.” Mara sighed and walked over to him. She didn’t touch him, just stood close enough that he’d feel her presence. “What’s wrong? What happened?”

One moment everything paused, then the next moment, we suddenly saw Ryker flying to a nearby tree. Ryker bolted forward, his eyes locked on her, completely unaware of the people surrounding her. Elder Marcus had moved so fast none of us even saw it happen. He struck Ryker square in the chest, sending him crashing into a tree, knocking him out cold. "Marcus!" The white haired woman shouted, staring at Elder Marcus in disbelief. “What?” Elder Marcus shrugged as he dusted his shirt. “He deserved it.” He was going to hurt you.” Silence shrouded the whole place. Not. One daring to speak a word. Even Alpha Grey stood unmoving, clearly not knowing what to do.

The morning air when I woke up was stifling, thick with a tension that felt like static electricity against my skin. Ryker was already awake, sitting propped up against a mountain of pillows, his laptop open on his lap. He was dictating orders to Travis with a voice so cold and detached it made my blood run cold. He wasn't the man who had been moaning my name in the operating room; he was a machine, a strategist dismantling lives with the same precision he used to command his empire.

Instead of Ryker pulling my shirt over my head, he moved to stand behind me and I could see the concern written all over his face. He wasn’t looking at my reflection, instead, his eyes were focused on my back. I felt his hands lightly brush over the thin material of my tank top, as his lips thinned in a straight line. I didn’t need to ask what he was thinking about, because I could see it in the worry lines on his face. “You have a crescent mark behind your right shoulder.” Ryker whispered. Turning to the side, I pulled my shoulder forward so I could see what he was talking about. In the mirror, it looked like the mark that I noticed on the Alpha King’s wrist. It looked more like a tattoo th

Of course her loyalty was to them. To the murderers. “I thought you were my friend.” “Iris.” She reached for me again. “I am your friend, but friends tell each other when they are wrong. And you are wrong. I know you are.” I wanted to slap her, pull her hair and slam her face into the pavement. How could she be so blind? Was I the only person in the world who saw Cyber for what he really was? A psychopath with no feelings. A heartless monster. “Darcie?” The monster himself stood in the open doorway; his eyes narrowed as he stared at us. His eyes darted between us, and a frown furrowed his forehead. “Havoc wants you.”

Rafe remained slightly behind them, silent as always, but his midnight-blue gaze burned into me like he could see straight through my soul. The mate bond detonated. Heat flooded my body so suddenly I gasped, gripping the doorframe to stay upright. Their combined scents crashed over me, cedar and storm and smoked whiskey rich, masculine, and achingly familiar. My knees weakened. My core clenched with unwanted awareness. “Elara,” Ryker said, his deep voice rolling over me like thunder. “We need to talk.” Ronan’s gaze flicked past me into the house, landing on Marcus and Landon at the table. His expression darkened instantly. “And it looks like we have a lot to discuss.”

​The name Elder Marcus hung in the damp, stagnant air of the tunnel like a heavy shroud. ​Ryker’s eyes narrowed until they were mere slits of silver ice. He didn't move toward the girl; instead, he stepped back, his hand subtly guiding Elara further behind him. "Elder Marcus only had one child," Ryker hissed, his voice vibrating with a low, dangerous frequency. "Julian. I’ve known that family my entire life. Marcus never spoke of a daughter."

he said tightly. “There is no plan,” Ryker replied quietly. Everyone turned to him instantly. He looked… different now. Less arrogant. Less controlled. Like even he had started to realize he wasn’t at the top of this chain anymore. “This thing,” Ryker said, eyes fixed on the hand, “is older than pack laws. Older than mate bonds. Older than me.” Marcus growled low. “Then why are you so calm?” Ryker didn’t answer immediately. Then “Because I’ve always known it would wake up eventually.”

Or orders that scared them more than falling. But why aren’t guards stopping them? Could it be that they were here to end me on Zarek’s orders? What? Is this his punishment for swapping the bride and refusing him access to my body? He was truly as ruthless as they said. But if he wants to use me for sacrifice, he should look at his own face first. I, Ryker Frost, am not soft tofu to be eaten any way they like. If anyone dares, I will choke them to death and watch the light leave their eyes.

And Jonas, green-eyed, still carrying the boyish softness that no years of soldiering could erase. Neither looked him in the eye as they unlocked his chains. Jonas’s hands trembled as he shackled Ryker again, binding him for transport. Marcus’s grip was firm but slower than usual, as if every movement weighed on him. “Marcus,” Ryker rasped. “Jonas…” “Don’t,” Marcus muttered gruffly. “Save your words.” “They mean to kill me today,” Ryker said, his voice rough but sharp with desperation. “At sunset. While she’s bound to Sawyer.” His throat burned, but he forced the words through. “Don’t let it end like this. Not for me. Not for her.”