Mason Ryder Novels & Stories

**Ryder** I left Demi, Selene, and Typhon in our apartment so that they could catch up. I’m glad she has them. I made my way into the gym. I plan to hit the bag for a bit then I may spar with someone, anyone, I don’t care who it is. I just have so much pint up aggression that I need to get out. I hit the bag once feeling the force of the strike all the way up my arm. It feels good so I hit it again, and again. Each time my blows are becoming stronger and harder. I grunted every time my fist made contact releasing all my energy through my fist. The bag swayed and I stilled it. I grew angrier and angrier. Sweat dripped down from my scalp, over my forehead, nose, and chin. Why the fuck did Zeus

Caden squared his shoulders like a proud peacock, and I wanted to laugh at how he could look proud of himself while standing in front of a man who could ruin his career with one phone call. "Mason Holt has been dead for years," he said, his lips curling into a smug smirk. "Nora is my wife. That makes her mine to do whatever I want with. He may have been some legendary racer back in his day, but I'm the one who's going to surpass every record he ever set. I'm about to win the Hartridge award this year, and I've got a sponsor meeting lined up with the Tumbledores next week. So forgive me if I don't lose sleep over what a dead man would have thought."

"I’m an expert at submission. I’m sure a Lord’s requirements aren't that different from what I’m used to." I nearly choke on the smoke, coughing as Logan laughs and reclaims the cigarette. "Pretty sure you’d be the one wearing the collar," I manage through a grin. "Not the one holding the leash." Another set of lights pierces the fog as a red Maserati drifts to a halt beside the Corvette. Mason kills the engine, and Ryder climbs out of the passenger side. "Are we doing this?" Ryder asks, flipping his Northbridge hockey cap backward. He’s in a plain black shirt and dark jeans, looking entirely unbothered by the gravity of the meeting. Mason is in light denim and a white hoodie—the picture of

We froze. Ryder stepped out from between two ancient oaks, his massive wolf form melting away in a shimmer of moonlight and cracking bones until he stood before us as a man—shirtless, breathing hard, eyes burning with that terrifying mix of rage and something darker. Possession. The silver moonlight carved shadows across his muscled torso, highlighting old scars and the fresh tension in his shoulders. Several of his warriors fanned out behind him, silent and watchful, but he waved them back with a sharp gesture. This was personal.

He wanted my rankings. My championships. My sponsors. Now he wanted Allie. I walked back to the table and opened the file again. There had to be a weakness. Everyone had one. Money. Women. Family. Fear. Pride. No one was untouchable. I began reading from the beginning again, slower this time. Chase Alexander Ryder. Age twenty-eight. Born into a wealthy and respected sporting family. His father, Ethan Ryder, had been a famous hockey player before retiring. His mother, Evelyn, had worked as a sports therapist before leaving her career to raise their children.

a husky voice with a thick Texan accent responded. Yada knew instantly this man knew her, or knew whom she worked for. Unable to decide which impulse was correct, she gave him the lighter back. She knew they were in public and he couldn’t try anything to harm her as long as they were. Yada looked across the breaking waves again. “Forgive me; you have me at a disadvantage. You are?” she asked, not looking at him. “You can call me Mason,” he said. “I know you don’t I?” Instantly she knew the name. She had not heard it since she was seventeen. He was part of James Trenton’s private team and once a friend to her.

Be rejected his mate both his betrothed mate and his mates from the moon goddess. Unlike myself, mason has a wolf and a very strong one. He is able to teleport to his pack and back to the city just in a flash of lightning. I envy that a lot... "You really want to get on my nerves," he said firing a bullet toward me while I immediately ducked under, dodging the bullet from heating me... "You took my girlfriend away" Mason yelled angrily. "Is that the problem? Sorry I am never gonna apologize " I said getting up to my feet and walking closer to him

Drake absorbed everything that Mason discovered slowly. 'Who is this guy who is obsessed with Nyra?' He asked. Mason knows about his friend very well. If he consider something as his, then there is no turning back for him. Its natural that he is possessive about his mate, more than usual. 'He is harmless as far as I asked around' Mason replied. 'Ok, I will come back in a few hours' Drake said and disconnected the mind link. He can mind link with anyone out there if the other party is a shifter. Let it be a dragon or a wolf.

“Remi! I found him!” “Who Jade?” “My mate! It’s Beta Taylor Williams!” “Is that a good thing?” “Yes! He’s fucking hot!” Jade laughed. “I’m happy for you both Jade!” Screaming over the music. Taylor always seemed nice. He was very tall, not as tall as Alpha Wyatt but close. He has teal eyes and really blonde hair. Jade found her mate and he’s good looking an nice, so I’m relieved she was blessed by the moon goddess. Jade is an Omega, so his rank is a good thing as well for Jade. I hope my mate is kind and handsome as well. Whenever I do find him, if I get lucky soon after I turn 18.

My Wolf was finally waking up and she was just as upset as me. "D-d-drink?" I asked again, desperate to be away from them. "Maddox Mason," he said, offering his hand. My wolf whined louder, almost deafening. She did not want to be around him. Maddox Mason, Alpha of the Moutain Ridge pack, the biggest pack in our region. He was almost royalty and if you believed the Omegas who were tittering about him this morning in the packhouse a fierce warrior and single to boot. Everyone one of them yearned to be his mate. As if the Moon Goddess would pair an Alpha as powerful as Maddox Mason with an Omega. He'll be paired with the daughter of a powerful Luna.