Ryan Library Hours Novels & Stories

But here I am wearing clean clothes, having warm baths and eating good food. Do I even deserve all of this? I ask myself. I have met Ryan's family for just a few seconds. It has only been two days since we arrived here. Ryan was not around often, Lyra said he spent most of the time at the Alpha's fort. As a beta, he was usually close to the Alpha to carry out important tasks. Lauren came to see me thirty minutes ago. We have been chatting and she was filling me up with what had happened to Gina and Gary so far.

Half asleep, Ryan slowly opened his eyes and sat up from the couch placed near the corner of the room. His entire body felt sore. After the wedding chaos, emotional exhaustion, none of them had enough energy left to move properly. The three of them had simply collapsed wherever they found space. “Mr. Ryan…” “Yeah… coming…” Still rubbing his eyes, Ryan dragged himself toward the door and opened it. A hotel staff member stood outside nervously. “Good morning” the man greeted politely. “Sorry for disturbing you.” Ryan leaned against the doorframe sleepily. “What happened?” “Sir… your hall booking ends at eight. There’s a birthday party scheduled here at ten, so we need time for decoration.”

*Wednesday | 10:00pm | Carter Holdings, 42nd Floor* The lights on the floor were dim except for Elena’s office and the war room down the hall, and the air smelled like coffee and paper and the kind of exhaustion that settles into your bones after two days. Ryan was at the long table with three laptops open and his phone on speaker and a stack of contracts in front of him that he had been reading line by line since Monday morning. Maya came in with another cup of coffee and said, “You need to go home.”

“Our Alpha has spoken, Noah. Listen to her and be there for her the way she needs. Not the way you want. Plus, you’d make her use her powers to stop from you rampaging around the city.” Noah smirked and I chuckled. He finally sighed, submitting to my whims as he opened up the drivers door. Finn opened up the passenger door and we all headed inside. They had apparently closed down the bar for the rest of the night but Ryan was still sitting outside. “Ryan, you can head home for the night. We will make sure to adjust the hours so that you get paid for the full amount tonight.” He nodded but looked between the three of us. “Everything okay?”

Ryan glared at him and sighed. “Take your flirtatious eyes away from my secretary. And I mean it.” They laughed over it for a while before switching back to a serious mood. Ryan was supposed to meet with Ava tonight. He grabbed his phone and sent her a text message which read, “I have what you requested. Where do we meet tonight?” After a few minutes, she replied. “..... Paradise Resorts and Suites. 8pm.”

Ryan said, shrugging. “How so?” I asked, shifting in my seat. “Well, for starters you’re never gone from New York for more than a day or two.” Ryan said, eyeing me suspiciously. “You normally try to wrap up your business as quickly as possible so you can be home in case Lily needs you. It’s already been three days and you’re talking about staying another two?” “I’ve just got more to do this time.” I said, nonchalantly, hoping that Ryan would just leave it alone.

“Can you please go home and rest? You look dead on your feet.” “I am actually tired,” I admitted, rubbing my eyes under my glasses. “But the work…” “No,” he said firmly. “How about you let me work on it a little more while you go home? Look at your watch. What time is it?” I glanced down at my wrist. 8:47 PM. My eyes widened. “What? No. That can’t be right.” “When did we leave for lunch?” “It was… one-thirty, I think?” “Elena.” Ryan gave me a look. “We’ve been working for over seven hours straight. It’s almost nine at night. Way past closing time.”

I'll come by around 6:30 if that works? Relief flooded through her. Perfect. See you then. … At 6:45, the doorbell rang. Tiana maneuvered her wheelchair toward the entrance, calling out to Maryann that she'd get it. Pascal was already in his pajamas, settled in his room with a new puzzle book, and the evening stretched ahead with the promise of adult conversation and temporary escape from her own thoughts. She opened the door and stopped short. Ryan stood on her doorstep instead of Lyn, dressed casually in dark jeans and a gray henley, a paper bag from her favorite Thai restaurant in one hand and an apologetic smile on his face.

Ryan stood slowly, posture easy, but the fire behind his smile didn’t match the calmness in his tone. “I’m exactly where I want to be,” he said. Then winked at me. Matteo’s jaw twitched. Only once. But I saw it. Felt it. Like a clock winding down to an explosion neither of us could afford. *** Ryan gave Matteo a lazy grin before returning his gaze to me, like nothing had happened, like kings didn’t clash in front of coffee machines over girls who never asked for crowns. “Anyway,” Ryan said, brushing invisible lint from his shirt, “I was going to ask if there’s a charity mixer tonight. Low key. PR’s hosting it downtown. Thought maybe you’d like to come?”

They sing along and of course my Arieya is probably dosing in the back. Upon arriving at Ryan's pack Arieya is knocked out. I carry her inside with the girls right behind me. Ryan was heading out when we arrived but he took a moment to greet me and say hello to his younger substitute Luna Karla. I went inside and put Arieya next to a sleeping Liam. The girls ran off to play and I remained with Arielle, Ashanti and Tamina. “What work does Ryan have on a Sunday?” "Getting his wife ice cream from two towns over.” Mina answers.