Ratchet X Rivet Novels & Stories

I noticed that she had two smaller bags as well. “What’s in these?” I asked, pointing to the smaller bags. “One is my camera and all the extra equipment, the other is my computer and stuff” She answered. I picked up both bags and slung them over my shoulder and started walking. I was hoping she was following. She wasn’t, because when I turned around I saw Brady introducing her to Nick our other guitarist, Eli our bass player, and Trevor our drummer. I watched as Trevor gave her one of his massive bear hugs. I love the guy, he is like a brother to me. Kyaria was lost in him. He is a massive guy.

I don't like fighting so I always understand his unreasonable reasons. But today, today no matter how much I am trying to tell myself that it's fine, that it's okay...that he might really be so busy that he forgets his girlfriend is waiting for him in the most dangerous place of our territory. I just can't stay calm anymore. He...he must have forgotten, right? " Or maybe he just doesn't care." Raven, my wolf replied inside my head, making me throw the wooden pillar down the cliff. I am not this violent usually. Not this angry. But Jeffery really pissed me off today. And my wolf...saying logical things like this. It's pissing me off even more.

Every spike in his distress fueled my rage, turning the chase into something primal. “Flank left!” I roared over the comms, voice half-shifted into a growl. Riven and the Blackthorn Alpha, a sturdy warrior named Garrick, moved seamlessly with me. We had forged the alliance in blood and necessity during the day’s running battles. Now it was being tested again as Draven’s loyalists launched a desperate thrust toward the medical wing.

“Bring the Black Coast shipment codes, the account access, and every fucking file you stole.” A sob caught painfully in my throat. What the hell were they talking about? “I swear I don’t know anything,” I whispered desperately. “I don’t even know who Ravens is.” One of the men barked out a laugh. “Damn. She really clueless.” “Not our fucking problem,” another muttered. The gun pressed harder into my skin and my breathing immediately turned shaky again. “You hear that, Ravens?” the man said into the phone. “Fourteen hours before we paint the floor with her brains.”

I looked at the scene that was currently playing and felt panic rise up when I saw that the werewolf bachelor and this one contestant were making out. I fanned myself and nodded. “Yeah. They had such an emotional encounter before this scene.” “Okaaay,” Arlo elongated. I didn’t want to be cornered by them anymore, so I quickly changed the topic. “So, how did the training go?” I asked. Rive chuckled. “I think you can tell by how we look. It’s fucking intense. No offense, but I hated Arlo for those two hours.” Uncle Dalton nodded his head. “Yeah. I wanted to strangle him when he made us plank for twenty minutes.”

His steps were so slow they were mocking. “Unworthy of my fucking answers.” For a heartbeat, the two Rykerthorns stood facing each other. Well, one towered over the other, and it was easy to guess who. “True.” Ryker gritted, his teeth a second away from shattering. “I'm unworthy of a brutal, bike-gang-leading, insane, mentally unstable son like you!” He spat fiercely. Riven's smug expression didn't melt – talk more or less of bulging.

I watched Rhyker standing behind the counter and flipped the scrambled eggs with his pan, he was shirtless and wore a white apron with black joggers. He had one particular tattoo on the back of his neck, it's a drawing of a crown, the crown of Rosla. He whistled while making scrambled eggs. "Are you awake Hemilia? I'm sorry I wasn't in our bed, I wanted to make breakfast for you." He said not looking at me, I gawked at his strong and broad back that is able to give comforting hugs from him. "What's the special occasion?" I chuckled and walked toward him, he turned around and smiled.

Then a small matte-black case Jax didn’t recognize. Ronan caught him looking. “Emergency kit,” he explained without embarrassment. “For heats. Knot plugs. High-dose suppressants. Scent blockers. Lube. The basics. I keep it stocked.” Jax’s throat tightened. “You’ve done this before.” Ronan shook his head once. “Never claimed anyone. Never wanted to. But I’ve helped teammates through ruts when they couldn’t get home. And I’ve been ready—prepared—since the day I presented alpha. Just in case.”

Probably in discomfort from the demeaning position. He must have noticed that he was being watched and knelt straighter allowing his arms to fall back to the side He was obviously in discomfort. Soon Ashriel thought. he’d release him in ten minutes. The young alpha returned back three hours later. Yes, a tad bit longer than he had intended to but he had to get his thoughts in order first like he was going to do about his prisoner The Blackclaw alpha had two sons, Kraven and Therion. Both sturdy males who had obviously inherited their father's muscular nature. Kraven had betrayed the heir of the Silver fang pack, Ashriels brother, leaving the tile of alpha to fall into Ashriels lap.