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But as their bond grew, he had ordered the servants to move the beds closer, so they could speak more easily in the evenings. An anxious Connor turned to Ryan, asking, "You don't think I'll falter tomorrow, do you? If I ride poorly, my father will be so disappointed." Ryan smiled reassuringly and said, "You've been training diligently. Even Uncle Rafael has praised your progress. Just relax. Don't let fear get the better of you. Ride as if it were any other day of practice." "How am I supposed to not be nervous?" Connor groaned. "Do you remember the Verdant Hunt? Ugh, I mustn't think of it. The moment I do, I want to disappear from shame. What was I thinking? I cried! I actually cried! How h

Connor’s gray Volkswagen is parked right on the path. As I approach, Connor opens the passenger side door, and I see Ryker in the back rolling down the window to show me a bottle of gin. “WHO'S READY FOR A PARTY?!” he yells across the street. “Shut up!” I quickly respond, worried Mason might hear.

“No. Dad told me everything Connor had confessed, but I still can’t place who Connor is.” I furrow my eyebrows as Ryan chuckles beside me. He doesn’t respond. Instead, he smiles and pulls out his phone. Within a few seconds, he turns his phone towards me. “This is why you probably don’t recognize him. He used to be chubby and wear glasses until you and Deanna stood up to those mean kids for him. Deanna instantly became his sunshine from that day on and he worked to prove to her he is more than a nerd.” I gasp as I look at the picture. It is Deanna’s first crush. The guy who kissed her alongside the WW Enterprises building. Her first kiss.

“What the hell did you guys do to those boys the other night?” Ryan brushed past me, plopping down onto a nearby chair and sprawling back. He was wearing hot black Nike high-top sneakers and a green muscle shirt that showed off his corny tattoo of a stupid arse quote he had linked on his ribs. I'd never bothered reading the words, but wouldn't be surprised if it turned out to be a dirty innuendo from Spartacus. Who cares? He was my own personal low-carb muffin. At least that's what I tried to reduce him to in my mind.

Ryan cursed before he can kill any of them, he had to take down those damn darts. He looked at the rogues and counted five of them wielding the guns, the others only held dagger or a switchblade. Ryan launched himself at them, One of them was able to get three more shots at him. Ryan staggered from the number of drugs being pumped into him. His wolf was almost gone, he heard a new hussle on the other side to find Aiden had jumped into the fray and was engaging the councilmen. He knew it won't be long before Luka and Amanda will be overpowered by Edgar. He was fighting a losing battle, and when he saw Aiden cornered, he was awash with hatred and let his wolf out. Ryker went berserk. He roared

But nothing met my frightened gaze. Ryan’s brow furrowed as he turned to search the room, his jaw clenched and eyes narrowed. “We’re good,” he grunted. The intense expression on his face was so unfamiliar, so different from the carefree, charming smile he usually wore. “I’ve gotta get you out of these restraints. Stay calm, okay?” Ryan’s jaw clenched as he unsheathed a single, deadly claw. With intense concentration, he began to swipe at my restraints. Despite my best efforts to remain silent, small whimpers escaped my lips as the rope dug deeper into my flesh with each stroke of his claw.

That must have hurt. “Ouuuchh!!” Connor cried in pain. “Why did you do that for?” he asked in indignation rubbing his ribs while his current girlfriend looked at Kate like she wanted to murder her. “You’re trying to fix me up with John?” “What’s wrong with him?” Ryce had defied instead of cowering and Aidan had to suppress the smile from forming on his lips. Connor was going to have his hide. “I’ll tell you what’s wrong with him,” she had shouted over the loud music picking up a glass and throwing the content his way. Thankfully Ryce ducked and she missed her target.

“I think I can handle half… for now.” Ryan chuckled again, the sound softer this time. “Alright, little one. Are you ready?” “Yes,” I said quickly, but as he stood, I found myself instinctively backing up toward the other couch. Ryan raised an eyebrow, a hint of amusement in his expression. “Are you scared, little one?” “No,” I said, even though my voice betrayed me. “Just do it.” He nodded and closed his eyes. When he opened them again, they were glowing red. My breath caught as I watched claws extend from his hands, his sharp fangs appearing, and his face becoming partially covered in coarse, dark hair.

"Are... you familiar with this man, Mister?" Ronan clicked his tongue in displeasure, his fingers tapping the edge of the book. "I wouldn't want to be close to the Ghalow gang." I nodded slowly, agreeing with his tone. "Of course. Just from the photo, this man looks insane." I paused for a moment, racking my brain. "By the way, Mister... do you also have a hobby of filming wolf torture like Gary does?" A chill suddenly radiated from his body. He gripped my waist. "Did Gary show you such disgusting footage?"

I walked into the grand foyer and froze instantly. Ryan was sitting on the bottom step of the front staircase. He was completely shirtless, his skin still glistening with sweat from the rink, and his heavy hockey bag was tossed carelessly on the floor beside his boots. His elbows rested on his knees, his damp dark hair falling across his forehead. He looked entirely exhausted. He slowly lifted his head when the door clicked shut, his dark eyes meeting mine. For a long, heavy second, neither of us said a single word. Then, he let out a rough exhale. "Hey."