Riley Thorn Series Novels & Stories

I have news, and I'm coming Thursday, and I'm bringing pastry. She looked at him. "The pastry is back." "The pastry is back," he said. Something in his voice, the older brother version, the one that had fourteen years and a fracture and a rebuilding in it. "Whatever the news is, it arrives with pastry. That's its own information." She looked at their joined hands on the table. The ring on her left hand that had always fit. The winter light becoming spring light at the window. Damien was coming Thursday with pastry and news.

“If anything happens to either of you…” “It won’t,” Riley whispered, rising on his toes to kiss him. “Because you’ll come for us. Like you always do.” The plan was set for the next night. Riley was dressed in torn clothes, scent-masked to look like he was running from Lucian. He crossed the neutral zone alone, heart hammering, the bond in his chest pulling like a live wire. The enemy camp grabbed him within minutes. They dragged him before the new alliance leader — a scarred Alpha named Thorne from the united packs — and threw him to his knees. Riley’s sister, pale and frail in a medical chair, gasped at the sight of him.

All of it… over. It felt like a miracle. A real one. "Who… who are they?" I finally asked. "The Thorne Foundation? Why would they do this?" "I don't know!" Mrs. Byrne said, throwing her hands up. "The woman on the phone just said they 'like to help the community' and that 'someone told them about Havencrest. Maybe someone we helped? A long time ago? Someone who did well?" She hugged me tight. "It doesn't matter why, my dear. It just matters that it's here. God heard us."

Despite his intimidating build, he radiated friendliness. “Aria Silvermoon, I presume?” He extended his hand. “I’m Ryker Stone, Beta of Blackthorn Pack. Welcome.” I shook his hand, surprised by the genuine warmth. “Thank you. Though I’m not sure ‘welcome’ is the right word when your warriors detained me at the border.” Ryker laughed. “Fair point. They were just following protocol. Unknown wolf entering our territory, they had to bring you in. But you’re not in trouble.” He gestured for me to sit. “Actually, you’re probably the most anticipated guest we’ve ever had.”

It was a classic solitaire setting, simple and elegant, yet the sheer size of the center stone screamed Thorne wealth. "That's obscene," she whispered, instantly feeling underdressed in her work shirt. "Elias, I can't wear that. It's... a spotlight. I'll lose a finger just trying to lift a sack of mulch." "You won't lose it," he countered, picking up the box and holding it out. "It's a Thorne piece. It has a custom internal tracking chip tied directly to my security system. If it leaves a three-mile radius of your home without your permission, I get an alert."

I was angry, but I had to hold it in so Callista wouldn't find me suspicious again. "Does Thorne like her?" I found myself asking. Before Callista could answer, the hall door burst open—and in a flash, someone charged at me, slamming me against one of the shelves. My back hit the shelf with a thud, pain shooting up my spine. It was Raven. His crimson eyes blazed like fire, and his fangs were fully exposed. "Why are you talking about me?" he growled, his voice cold and venom-laced. My breath caught in my throat, and before I could find my voice, Thorne entered the hall too. His movement wasn’t as fast and smooth as Raven’s, but his presence was terrifying.

“Thank you for the opportunity. I will prove myself worth your time.” I have an aversion to individuals who engage in excessive flattery. Let’s hope it ends soon. …. …. Riley’s absence at college explains why Garrett wanted to meet me. He couldn’t get in touch with her daughter, So he thought she was with me. Now I am damn sure he will bring his whole fuckin family to meeting tomorrow. I have shared the location, along with some innocent demands. The door to Riley’s room is ajar. She is sitting in her bed, with her books spread across. Her eyes wander up, noticing my presence. Bitterness and hatred in her gaze still persist.

the room was set to in pin-drop silence that he can hear the winds sound clearly, and those white curtains of windows were flaying a little due to winds through the window. yawning loud, he turned to the other side and found it empty. last night incidents crossed his mind. a small smirk played in the corner of his lips realizing how good sex he had. she was indeed a drug for him. but his smirk vanished as soon as his eyes fell on the nuptial chain that was placed on the table beside the bed. He immediately got up wrapping a towel around his waist. He took the nuptial chain in his hand and looked for Koushalya all around the home, but she was nowhere to be found.

Chapter 12 Inside the quiet room, the heavy silence crept back in. Riley walked over to the side of the bed, her body still trembling slightly from the leftover adrenaline of her fight with Ashton. She looked down at Iris, who had already drifted back into a light sleep. The anger in Riley’s veins quickly cooled, leaving behind nothing but a hollow, terrifying emptiness. She collapsed into the hard armchair, burying her face in her hands. The crushing weight of her reality pressed down on her chest until she could barely draw a breath.

For the first time in years, she was afraid—not of the pack’s whispers, not of Darius’s silence, but of the storm Celina had promised. And deep down, she knew the storm was already here. The halls of the pack house were quieter at dawn, the kind of silence that seemed to press on Thorne’s ears as he walked the stone corridor. His mind was already heavy, his chest tight, his wolf restless beneath his skin. Sleep had refused him again. Every time he closed his eyes, he saw Rory. Her smile. The softness of her hand when it brushed his. The way her laugh used to