Ryder Cook Mom Novels & Stories

I cover the phone as I suck in a breath. “Yeah,” I manage. “I’d love to see them too. Missing Nathan and Freya’s handfasting sucked—but thanks for livestreaming it for me.” “We missed you too, Ryder. But with the way things are…” He trails off. He doesn’t need to finish that sentence. “How’s Mama? And you? You two keeping busy now that you’re not Luna and Lune anymore?” I tease, trying to lighten the mood. “Mama’s volunteering at the preschool. That she-wolf wants some grandpups bad.” Dad laughs. “And I’m busy at the garage. Wyatt’s thinking of selling it.”

She signed the two documents, then flung them right back at me. "Carter, you'll definitely regret this one day! I'll be waiting for the day you come begging me on your knees!" Finally, finally, I was divorced! I was free! A calm like never before surged through me. I ignored her harsh words and took the documents, turning to leave. However, right before I departed, I remembered that I had one more thing to say to her. "Yelena, don't tell me that you still don't know… The one who died was your mom, not mine."

“I’ll take it from here” “You should inform me about things like this” I patted her shoulders. I rushed to the TV and switched it off. “Ry,” my mom sprung up “What was that for” “Rylee, you are back” my father added while directing his attention back to his rolled-up cigar. “Yes, I am back and in a really foul mood” “What is going on here?” “You asked Katy to cook?” “But the table cooker is bad” “Did you consider your safety?” “That was reckless I must say” I headed upstairs

I tuck my hair behind my ears and I walk over to the food on the diner table. "Wow Mrs. Kingston, it smells amazing!" Just as I'm about to sit down in the chair, Ryder takes a step in front of me pulling a chair. "Thank you," he nods his head as he takes a seat next to me. His dad is sitting at the end of the table and his mom sits to him opposite Ryder. "I made lasagna and some bread on the side. I hope it's alright with you?" she asks me concerned. "Yes of course. I love lasagna."

But his mom thought differently and there’s no way to convince her otherwise. “While they were on their way Yolanda kept making several phone calls reminding everyone to pick her son. She turned to look at Alpha Daniel. “Maybe coming with me wasn’t a bad idea after all.” Alpha Daniel muttered when he saw the way his mom was making phone calls trying to make sure everything went smoothly. ******** Ryder was all set to leave the house. Andra was making sure the rushing was in order and she was firmly against him leaving without eating something. “You really don’t give up.” Ryder said to her and joined them in the dining room for breakfast. While they were having breakfast Aliya didn’t look hap

“Now, tell me what’s new?” Thankful for her distraction, I found my breath again and began to talk, mainly about business, which she was aware of what was going on within our company. She was sharp as a whip, and Gary was lucky to have her support. My mother and father had a similar relationship. I knew once the night went on, she’d bring up my mom, and the thought of Kelsey being in the room while Portia grilled me about my mom was unsettling. Cody came outside and joined us once he was done with his food, a Gatorade in hand. He really was trying to power up for a night with Mindy. “Portia, you are still the best cook I’ve ever had.”

“Go rest. I’ll handle the rest.” Ryder nodded. “Thanks, Mom.” Then she looked at me. Her gaze swept over me slowly, sharp and judging, like she could see straight through my skin. Whatever she saw made her lips curl slightly. Without another word, she grabbed her bag and walked out. Ryder picked up the rest of his things and headed toward the inner room. He stopped at the doorway and glanced back at me. “Nice meeting you guys again,’’ he said, slamming the door behind him.

"It's alright sir." "Get a bottle of red wine from the mini bar and fill the small glass cup." She did as she was instructed and slide it on the table. Randy took and spoon full of her food and nodded. The food was so delicious. He could tell she beat Vicky when it comes to cooking. He went on to eat while Tricia stood, waiting for his next instruction. "Where did you learn how to cook?" Randy asked. "I didn't attend any catering school. I learnt it from my mom. My mom is a great cook. I normally assist her when I was small. All thanks to my mom."

It might be part of James' new collection from his last trip to Dubai. Ryder cleared his throat, like he was holding back laughter, I threw him the shut-the-hell up glance. If he betrayed me even with a smirk, I’d kill him later. He better not throw me under the bus now. Thankfully mom dropped it. Now, I'm eager to hear what she's happy about. Dinner started quietly, the only once was the clattering of forks and wine glasses touching. We all are waiting for that moment where someone speaks first but I don't see it happening anytime soon.

Hoping he’d touch me again. The kitchen smelled like fresh coffee and sizzling bacon, the warm, comforting aromas filling the air and making my stomach growl despite everything. Mom was already seated at the table, scrolling through her phone with a satisfied, glowing look on her face, the kind of post-sex glow that made my stomach twist with a confusing mix of jealousy and shame. She looked relaxed and happy, completely unaware of the storm raging inside me. And there he was.