روايات وقصص ضمن Mason Ryder

“I can handle myself. There are things you don’t know about me.” “Yeah, you’re right, I don’t and I never will. Forget about me, I’m just a sad little, insignificant human, Dean.” “I’m not Dean!” I blinked and stared at him. “What?” “I am not Dean. Dean is my brother,” he said and stood. “My name is Ryder Williams, future alpha of the Blue Crescent pack.”

Charlie leaned closer to explain. "It's simple. Everyone in New York knows Ryder Bates to be the son of one of the richest investors in the country. He's basically a multi millionaire without even lifting a finger. Now, everyone also knows that Ryder Bates is an incurable player. Come on! The tabloids have a field day deciding which of his scandals to use as an headliner." Charlie paused for a while. "And? What's the Ryder trap?" "The Ryder trap is basically when you fall for Ryder Bates. He entices you with his sweet words and all but after sleeping with you for a maximum of three times. He's basically done. The moment you kiss him, you're basically hooked"

I still hold all the alpha meetings here like my father did. Walking over to the shower, I cut it on while waiting for the water to warm up before stepping in. I chose my beta when I was 17, which is my best friend Creed. My gamma is his brother Ryan, I don’t have a delta yet, I’m not sure I will. Creed does an amazing job, he is also my strongest warrior. He trains the males in the pack while his mother Subrina trains the female wolves. My gamma does all my running when I’m either too busy to or I just don’t want to. Otherwise they both help with every decision I make. Now, I know I said I was alone in all this, even though I do have them I still feel alone. Stepping into the shower washing

Ryder reported gayly as he waltzed into the room. “I need to go to the Freeland, are you able to accompany me?” I asked the hybrid rogue, Ryder was a different kind of character; rogue, witch, wolf, medic, marine… and I am sure there were more things that we could conclude I’m sure didn’t even know. I saw him hesitate, then nod his head.

What did she want from me? My dad's name is Chansey Slate, he is Beta to our Alpha, Brock Landon. My father is married to Rebecca Slate, and I have a brother named Tyler, who is my twin. We look like complete opposites. I have dark brown hair, his is raven black, which I envy, to be honest. He's darker-skinned toned than I am. He's extremely well built, meaning he's super muscular for his age, since he is always working out! And I mean working out all the damn time, just like his arrogant best friend, Blake.

Noah. When I got to the racing arena, it was crowded and most of them were on their feets cheering on the racers. I saw my name on the billboard, my match was in five minutes with Ryder. Parking my car beside Ryder's I glanced to my side before stepping out. Ryder was sitting on his black McLaren 720S with a cigarette between his lips, his hands were on the butt of a skinny girl with big boobs. Ryder was a teenager like me, he was a spoiled rich kid that raced for fun. But while other rich kids were weak and avoided trouble. Ryder was the complete opposite, his father was a Drug Lord, a friend of Drew's. He got into deeper shits than Drew did and oftentimes Ryder joined him.

She had not only the Blue Orchid pack to protect but also her own supernatural pack, whose legacy was shrouded in mystery and power. “There are currently ten packs that hold significant influence across the globe,” Theo continued. “Originally, there were eleven, but the Black Onyx pack was disbanded after the massacre in 1975. Their downfall left a power vacuum, one that has never truly been filled.” Theo pushed a map across the desk, pointing to the northern region of Rysterbia. “Let’s start with the packs in our state. Rysterbia is home to four major packs, including ours. The second largest is the White Rose pack. They’re located north of us, led by Alpha Marcus and his Luna, Elara. Marcu

nobody. Ryder was a very handsome, charming twenty-eight-year-old billionaire and the owner of Knight Enterprises, a company he had propelled to success with his sharp business acumen. But it wasn’t just his genius that drew people in; his undeniable charisma made him utterly magnetic. Our dads had been childhood friends, but that’s where the similarities ended. Ryder’s family was wealthy, practically untouchable, while my dad was just a humble serviceman. There was no comparing the grandeur of the Knights to our modest life.

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.

“Why?” “Because Mason quit,” Ryder said bluntly. “And you’ve been gone nearly two weeks with zero explanation. I needed someone fast. Ethan used to be a racer—hell, I taught him myself—so he’s with us now.” Asher’s stomach twisted into knots. He couldn’t decide if he was paranoid or justified, but it felt like Ethan was stalking him. First the flowers at his home, and now here? Still, Ryder’s explanation was airtight. And Asher couldn’t exactly call him a liar without looking insane.