Mason Ryder Novels & Stories

*** Ryder finished visiting all of them after three days. After reporting everything that he had done to Sir Vance, he didn’t have any dinner or change his clothes but he went straight to his bed. He was tired, too much tired. His body was screaming for sleep. He didn’t know if his body was becoming weak or something because before, he could easily handle missions like these and still have the strength to train with his friends. It must be the fact that this was his big mission for the first time in a long while since his hiatus in Aegis. Or maybe he just needs to bring back his exercises. Either way, he felt like an old man.

Ryder says so coldly that you feel a chill in his words. Mia doesn’t say anything more, because she can see it in his face, he meant every word he said. And he just allowed her to leave here alive. “I will get two of my best warriors to bring her home. She will be in your territory within two hours.” Alpha Mason promises, and Dad nods his head. When Dad Ryder and I leave the house, we hear her start complaining to her dad. But he shut her up and told her to be grateful to be alive.

I was trying to figure out what to do to get the money I needed. After cleaning and finishing my shifts without acknowledging Markos, it was time to go home. I changed back into my clothes so I could get ready to leave. But, as I was arranging my work clothes in my locker, someone appeared behind me. It was a man I didn’t know. He looked about Markos’ age. The only difference was that he was a bit shorter and he had tattoos all over his neck. He had dark hair and equally dark eyes. He may have passed for a pretty boy but there was something dark lying below the surface. He was as scary as Markos.

And then him. Ryder. He stepped out from the back room, wiping his hands on a black towel. Tall—easily six-three—broad shoulders filling out a fitted black tee, sleeves rolled to show forearms covered in intricate sleeves that disappeared under the fabric. Dark hair pushed back, stubble shadowing his jaw, a single silver ring in his left eyebrow. His eyes—storm-gray—locked on mine and didn't look away. "Mia?" His voice was low, gravelly, like smoke over stones.

Evelyn's POV "I, Alpha Kyle Turner, reject you, Evelyn Sanders, as my mate." Alpha Kyle hoarse voice boomed in my ears making me freeze on my tracks, his voice laced with disgust. Crack! A cracking sound resounded inside my body and I felt as if a part of me was forcefully torn and taken away. My wolf howled in pain but there was nothing I could do about it. Tears flowed down my face as the pain became immeasurable, increasing with each second to the point I was unable to tolerate it. I could care less about the gazes on me. I was already used to it.

“ You do not need to do that, we are fine, all you need to do is take good care of yourself and do not hunt in the woods alone until the council comes up with a solution regarding the wolves” “ They will, goodbye Alpha”. She waves her hand at him as she strides away. Ryder stood there for a while as his thought drifted to the first time he was sent to the woods. He was born with a silver spoon, but after the death of his parents, he was smuggled out of the pack and alone in the woods. Ryder could recall his first night out there, he was just ten years old and had just watched his entire family murdered. He had no wolf nor strength and under the cold and wailing of other wild animals out ther

She finally had her answer. So, there I was, back at my place, my mind racing a hundred miles an hour. Mason had dropped some heavy bombs on me, and I needed to sort through the chaos. Ryker, the man I’d painted as the ultimate devil in my life, had turned out to be my secret protector, keeping me safe by using me as a subject of torment so that he would be seen as the bad guy with no direction in life by those men who were keeping a watch on him as per his father’s command.

"Miss Collins... I'd like to warn you about your new friends, or whatever they are. Make it clear that it's not my job to give them your phone number. Understood?" What the hell is he talking about? Is he crazy? "Yes, sir." I nodded without understanding. Did he drink? "Great," he said, slamming the door shut after entering. The day was definitely not going to be easy. I've known this man for a short time, and he's already causing me a lot of trouble. If I didn't find any flaws in him before, now I could list dozens. Arrogance and conceit are the main ones. It's not very useful to have a pretty face if you don't even have a bit of sanity and common sense, Mr. Ryan.

She nuzzles her head into his neck and closes her eyes like she’s shy. “She’s under my protection Whisky, you spread that around for me,” adds Ryder and the old guy gives a salute in acknowledgment. Ryder turns to me with a smirk, “Whisky don’t talk, he had his tongue cut out when he was a kid so don’t expect much from him. He’s a great guy and he’ll look after you, so you need anything, you see him.” I give a nod, glancing around the bar area where there are wooden tables with four stools tucked neatly under each one. Ryder notices, “Whisky has a serious case of OCD, if you see a stool outta place or missing, put that shit back. He’s smashed up the joint before now just because some crazy b

Ryder swallowed. “Something weird kind of happened this year,” he said slowly. “I… met someone else.” His mom’s expression shifted, confusion deepening. “And that someone is kind of…” Ryder forced himself not to look away. “A guy.” Silence. Heavy, immediate silence. His parents went completely still. Lila’s grip tightened again. And then, Mason laughed. “Hah—he’s a homo. I knew it! Been saying it for years—” Ryder didn’t even look at him.