Novel & Cerita Rick Riley Books

For the other books in this series, here are the titles, and all of them can be found on Goodnovel. BLACK SHADOW PACK SERIES: Book 1 - HE’S MY ALPHA (Completed) Book 2 - THE BETA IS MINE (Completed) Book 3 - LOVING THE GAMMA (Completed) Spin-off Novel Book 1 - IN THE ARMS OF MY ALPHA (Completed) Spin-off Novel Book 2 - THROUGH THE EYES OF MY ALPHA (Ongoing) And for all my lovely, loyal readers, Thank you for waiting for this book! I hope you will stick with us as we join Alpha Riley and Nadia on a rollercoaster of emotions as they fight to find their own redemption.

I also smile at him, “You might be but I am not. Please I insist. I won’t feel comfortable having you standing because of me.’ Ray and Dean both look at each other before nodding at each other like they just had a conversation and finally take the table behind me. After they both are seated, still looking too hyper in my opinion, I finally take the table too. I look at my phone to see if Riley has texted me but she hasn’t. finally, after five minutes, she walks in. “Hey, how are you?” I ask my sister, frowning as she comes by my side and hugs me tightly. Her face is pale and doesn’t have her usual confidence in it. “Not good,” Riley grumbles and takes the chair in front of me. As she sits, s

Not you… The man’s smile just stayed on his face and the next thing he said, my wolf took it heavy. “ Looks like I’m going to have to force this wolf back into its cage.” He told us and his eyes glowed once more….. To Be Continued.... End of Book 1...

Readers, the next few chapters are a short story that happens after Book 2. Rick looked around the isle after he arrived, wondering what he was doing here. He longed to be back in the States. He wanted to taste the sweet, warm blood of humans running down his throat. Here, he could have as many throats as he wanted, but it wasn’t the same. The hunt had been a high for him. Even as a human, he had loved to hunt deer, turkey, and more.

“Riley. I am eighteen, it is a school night economy, and I am not solving my stepbrother problem with a strip club. I have enough hockey-adjacent men in my file. I’m not paying a cover charge for more.” “You’re no fun when you’re being blackmailed.” “Write that on my headstone.” I threw her sock at her. “Get dressed. You have first period and I have a winter issue post-mortem, and if I’m late Castillo will make the room better at me.” Riley pulled her hoodie on, then paused with her head half through the collar. “For real, though,” she said, muffled. “The file. The screenshots. The timestamps. We keep doing it. And you sleep with your location off and you tell me the second that number says

, Rachel grunts. I want to say "Why", but I don't want to risk sounding like a creep so I whatever her and go back to going through the rest of the shelf even though I'd done that a thousand times before. I drag my hands across the spines of the books; Kara Taylor's Prep School Confidential, Carol Wyer's The Secret Admirer, and Megan Goldin's The Night Swim. You would be subtle to call Rachel a crime-thriller addict - she's more of a crime freak. The Night Swim. There is a piece of paper sticking out of it. I pull it out of the book. Something is scribbled across it in Rachel's handwriting.

Didn’t fit the way he moved. But like the robe— it had value. That went into his inventory as well. Then his attention shifted. Two items remained. Both separate from the rest. Both immediately different. He reached for the first. A book. Its surface shifted slightly under his fingers, not unstable, but not entirely solid either, as though it existed somewhere between physical and something else. The markings across it held just enough that he could read them. Skill Book. Riley’s grip tightened slightly. He didn’t try to open it here, didn’t push it, but even without doing anything else, he knew this was something that would change how he fought.

"In a hockey dorm? That’s a good one. What’s the matter, Ryan? Afraid we'll see your birthmark?" "Leave him alone, Jax," Miller said, though he was grinning. "I'm just curious," Jax said. "Because I’ve never seen a guy so afraid of a locker room shower. It’s almost like you’re not who you say you are." Riley stood up, her chair screeching against the tile floor. "I’m done." She walked out without looking back. She didn't stop until she was outside, the cold night air hitting her face. She leaned against a brick wall, trying to breathe.

Padding towards the window seat, she hopped on it and adjusted the pillows at her back for the most comfortable position. Kayla suggested getting her a book but Riley straight on denied it and came here instead, first because Riley has a different taste in books. She always checks certain things before diving into a book. Second, she wanted to leave the confines of her room. She was tired of being caged there for three days. Riley held the book going through the first page when her eyes darted to the field through the window. There were an array of warriors going through training. Fred faced them. Guiding them, she was about to look away when her eyes fell on none other than Damon.

Just that same scent—warm skin, salt, and sin—trailing in his wake. And then he was gone. Riley’s heart thundered in her chest as she watched the door close behind him. For a moment, it felt like a dream. A fever. But her thighs were still sticky, her panties long gone, and the ache between her legs had not faded. She returned to the cabin to check for left items and do a final sweep. As she reached pod 3A, something glinted on the seat. A black leather folder. She picked it up slowly, fingers cautious.