Michael Scott Ryan Novels & Stories

2 MONTHS LATER. Brian's POV. Two months have passed and the snow has melted. Spring has come, and Millie has been getting a lot better. Her leg was no longer injured. But a scar still remained on her leg. I had been preapring for Wilson. Each day I would get up before dawn while Millie still slept and I would work out and build up my muscles. i was getting all my slaughter rooms ready for his arrival. Whoever he may bring with him would be slaughterd as well. I had to protect my Millie, she was so precious to me. So beautiful and I was not gonna let him take her away from me. It then hit me, I have been working so hard getting my castle inside and outside ready for an attack that I wanted to

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.

Ryker looked between everyone that was gathered before continuing. “Sara and Leo will team up. Being the two of you are related, you both have a greater bond with each other. The same goes for Julian and Ryan.” He said then stopped talking again as he looked between the others. Ryan Drake, Julian’s twin brother. This was the first time seeing Ryan, other than the picture of him in the folder I had on him. Seeing them stand side by side, it was hard to tell them apart, other than the noticeable scar above Ryan’s left eye.

Then I hear someone whisper from behind, “She’s sitting next to him.” Another person gasps softly and my heartbeat picks up. What’s going on? I glance sideways again...and that’s when I notice it. The tattoos peeking from under his long sleeves and wrapping around his wrist like dark vines colorfully and dangerously. My breath catches. Wait. No. It can’t be but the more I look, the more certain I am. The hair.. the eyes and the tattoos. It’s him! It's Ryan fucking Blackwood!

He sees me watching him and drops me half a wink. Ryan sees me looking, and turns to Michael. "And what about you?" he demands, his voice still angry. "You don't have much to say for yourself." Michael yawns and stretches. "That doesn't mean I wasn't paying attention." "So, where do you fit into all this?" Michael's voice is mild, but with a hint of controlled anger. "Charlotte is my wife."

The neighbor’s door swung open and Mitch walked out and took a seat on a wooden chair. “I need you to cover for Liam,” Mitch said as he pulled on his boots. “He’s ill and I need you to take on his duties. It’ll only be for today.” Liam was Mitch’s nephew and he worked the fields like Devin, tending to the vegetables and farming. I’ve worked under Mitch, the butcher, since I came to the Clear Mountain pack. He was suspicious of my familiarity with the blade but after my feigned innocence he didn’t question me. Under his watchful eye, I practiced slicing, dicing, and killing.

"They're out in the town. Ryan was kind enough to house me here, probably on your account. I don't think he likes me much." "Clearly and I wonder why," Michael glowered in his chair. Before anyone could react, he added, "Will we be eating breakfast all day, or can I excuse myself?" "Maybe you could find Ryan?" I said. Michael was shaking his head. "No, I'll be nearby. Don't think I wouldn't want to, but Ryan would kill me if I left." He glared again at Dylan as he exited the cabin. "Pleasant fellow," Dylan said sarcastically.

Michael just witness me daydreaming about his god-like body. "Um, I heard from Lincoln that you just captured a Raven," I said to Michael trying to divert our conversation. Michael stopped walking and looked at me with a sly smirk on his lips as if he's proud that he captured a Raven. "Yeah, he's in the cellar right now. I'll deal with him tomorrow." Michael responded to me and I just nodded as I watched him wearing the white boxer briefs and then he walked over to me and sat on the bed, wiping his hair with the towel.

How special is she? "Who is she?" "Non of your business," he answered rudely. Mike looked at Ryan suspiciously. Maybe she is the woman. "Is she your girl?" "I said it's non of your business," "I deserve to know," Mike still said stubbornly. Mike has been Ryan personal doctor and close friend. Mike has been friends with him since high school. Then he was the Senior, Ryan was the junior. Mike is a top known renowned doctor in the whole of America. Not just anyone can afford to see him or approach him. He is always the busy type and his schedule, always tight and today, he had to leave all his work to attend to Ryan.

"Dr. Video Game Enthusiast?" "Dr. Scott Kranston." Scott introduced himself, holding out his hand, exuding professionalism. "You must be Mick. Rayan's told me some about you." "Michael." He corrected firmly before shaking the offered hand. Rayan could practically cut the tension with a knife. He expected this a little, his friend tended to be kind of a protective type, after all. He just wished he'd sent that Scott had had a rough day in that text earlier. "Michael." Scott confirmed, correcting himself. "Sorry about that. I've only ever heard Rayan use your nickname."