Novel & Cerita Ryder Holt

I sat down and took the glass he offered with a smile. “Ryder Grey, born the second son of Sire Lucas Grey, elite hunter at age seventeen, Sire of Princeton at age nineteen, exiled for marking a woman while married to another, created your own tribe of all kinds in Bushnell and currently working for the Elders as hunter all at the age of twenty-five. How’d I do?” he asked me with a smile. “You’re very informed my King,” I said. “Please call me Rex in private. I like to know things about people. Is it true that your son was riding a wolf when Archie came to see you?” he asked me and I smiled at that.

I shrugged, kicking a small rock into the nearby flower hedges. “Man, this is exactly why I had to leave that fucking family. It’s like being a Chadwick means being miserable. My biggest luck was the fact I was born a second-son. I swear to God, I would’ve burned that entire family to the ground. Legacy be damned!” he said. It was ironic to hear him say that since I knew he prided himself on the legacy of Shadow Ryders. I was about to reply him when my phone rang. It was Rolly, a Ryder who worked as a valet in the new upscale restaurant in Pine Creek. What was it called again? I can’t remember now.

I fail embarrassingly. Ryder’s dad is on his way out when we get to the door. He is a big, cheerful man with the same easy smile as his son. Years ago, he used to be a hockey legend, one of the league’s most feared defensemen before the Bennett-Monroe scandal that people no longer talk about, the main reason Ryder and Miles don’t see eye to eye. “You must be the girl who got my son glued to his phone all the time,” he says, shaking my hand firmly, then glances at Ryder. “And grooming himself a lot more.”

“You’re aware of what you’re asking. Rosalyn’s loyal, but she’s volatile. You really want her near Valerie? She is not the type that even Valerie would want around herself.” I met his eyes, my tone flat. “I trust her more than I trust ghosts pretending to be investors. And I know for fact that if something happens, she would putting her life in danger to protect my wife. Call for her.” He nodded once, though his tension didn’t fade. And I knew his reason. Rosalyn had her ways, and submitting was not exactly one of her virtues. But loyalty, no one could question that. “Understood.” As he turned to leave, I added quietly, “Hunter.”

she gently said as she continued to caress my back, but I think her brother might disagree. "And on whose order is that? Now the alpha doesn't mean much here, does he?" Ryder grunted out, scoffed, and rolled his eyes. The symbol on his shoulder and wrist shows he's the Alpha; he was the alpha of wherever it was I found myself in, only he didn't look like one.

I continued to focus on my tightly clenched fists, feeling the tension despite his attempt to reassure me. While Ryan held the position of Hawthorne’s beta and served as his special adviser, it didn’t imply that he was always correct about Hawthorne’s decisions or could sway him to act against his will. Ultimately, Ryan remained Hawthorne’s subordinate, despite their friendship, the same applied to Diego’s relationship with Alpha Riel. “How confident are you that he won’t retaliate against me for my mate’s actions?” I inquired, meeting his gaze through the rearview mirror. Yet, he offered no response, leaving me to wonder about his thoughts. His silence suggested that he might not have a cle

“I assume you are proficient with a single-tail, Master Flint?” “I am highly proficient, though I typically prefer a six-foot length,” Ryder responds, his tone dangerously calm. Jordan scoffs lightly. “A six-foot tail is entirely too unpredictable in close quarters.” Ryder flashes a cold, lethal smile. “Unpredictable happens to be my exact specialty. But in this specific submissive’s case, I am adding heavy whips to her soft limits. Light crops or hand implementation only.” “You brought a remarkably soft submissive to an advanced resort,” Jordan observes, a distinct note of professional contempt bleeding into his voice.

He wanted my rankings. My championships. My sponsors. Now he wanted Allie. I walked back to the table and opened the file again. There had to be a weakness. Everyone had one. Money. Women. Family. Fear. Pride. No one was untouchable. I began reading from the beginning again, slower this time. Chase Alexander Ryder. Age twenty-eight. Born into a wealthy and respected sporting family. His father, Ethan Ryder, had been a famous hockey player before retiring. His mother, Evelyn, had worked as a sports therapist before leaving her career to raise their children.

it stings. So I throw it right back. With all the sarcasm and pain I can muster, I snap, “Down, boy. I’m a witch of Hecate. Not a Riding Hood. And this mate thing? I don’t want it either.” He growls. “What’s your name?” “Nyx Laurent,” I say, standing tall. “I, Nathan Lee Swift of the Moon Goddess Pack, reject you, Nyx Laurent, as my mate.” The pain hits, sharp but brief. Pride stings more. I expected worse.

Alpha Reed looked to be in his early 30s and he had short brown hair, dark eyes that were almost black and he had a few scars on his bulging arms, which pulled against his tight white tee as he crossed his arms behind his desk. He had a few personal photos in his office of a young woman. He raised a cut eyebrow at me and waved his hand to indicate for me to begin. "Well the letter has some inaccuracies, but there are some correct aspects such as I was a breeder and my mother still is a breeder, but I am a born shifter. When I was sent to the market, Timothy bought me and it turned out that he is my mate. Timothu burned off my breeder mark and marked me as his mate."