Ryder Rock Squad Novels & Stories

Would Ryder accept me and Haven and the boys into his pack? Ryder, Rob, their friends and I have settled into a routine. We meet every morning at 5:15 Ryder buys me coffee, and then we run for an hour before getting ready for class. Every class I have someone to sit with. At lunch I have a table full of friends, after school we all sit and do homework together, or hold surgeries in our office for any student that needs our help with something, and in the evening we train and then play poker. I have taken so much money from Seb, he is not a happy boy, even though we have all had to sub him so that he can play in the first place.

As they stood there, the only sound was the gentle lapping of the water against the shore. With the moon rising high in the sky, casting its silver glow over the forest. Ryder spoke up, "We should get you home," he said, his voice gentle but firm. Crystal nodded, feeling a pang of disappointment that their time together was coming to an end. "Which pack are you from?" she asked, curiosity getting the better of her. Ryder smiled, happy that she was initiating a conversation. "I'm from the Star blood pack" he replied. "But I have to ask, which pack are you from?"

I’m sitting in my parents’ home, gathered around the large dining room table with Mom, Dad, and Ethan. Ryder is with Gael and Hakeem, trying to figure out who’s best to take him north to Erick’s territory. Axel—Bella, Jamal, and Gregory’s youngest son—is with them, since he’s Ryder’s best friend. He’s been helping keep Ryder calm and distracted so he’s less likely to shift. It’s actually been a big help.

"Is that so? Then... are you willing to snatch that starting captain position for me, Vance?" Ryder fell silent. His light chuckle evaporated. For a moment, he just stared at me, transfixed. His jaw clenched as he weighed my request. I knew it wasn't a rational request. Ryder was a former star player for the Canadian national team. University-level play was far too amateur for him. If he joined this team, it would be equivalent to stepping down a caste and throwing away his pride. His peers in the pro leagues would undoubtedly mock him mercilessly. There was absolutely no logical benefit for him to grant my request.

Jayden fired back. "It would interest you to know that Ryder invited me here so we could go on a road trip." Evena replied tauntingly. "Is this true? You two are going on a road trip?" Jayden asked Ryder. "in a manner of speaking, yes. We are going a road trip." Ryder replied. "To where?" "Creekwood pack." Ryder replied. Ava felt her heart jump when Ryder said he was going to creekwood pack. "Why are you going there?" Jayden asked.

Reading it would mean wanting it. One by one, Johnny introduced the rest of the squad. “That’s Ryder—computer prodigy, though he spends more time on illegal bets than hacking.” “Cole—our bomb guy. Don’t give him liquor, unless you want half the base blown up.” “Those two are Nina and Marco. Don’t let the cuddling fool you—they’ll gut a wolf before breakfast.” “Gideon—brooding type. Don’t expect small talk.” “Then there’s Old Man Harris. Lost his wife and kids to rogues. Been chasing a deathwish ever since, but the bastard won’t die.”

A second later, footsteps pounded behind me, and before I could reach my car, Ryder cut into my path and stopped me cold, arms spread like he could physically block the exit. “Just listen for one second.” “What are you doing?” I snapped. “Put a shirt on before someone sees you.” “I don’t care.” The cocky mask slipped, and for one second something almost raw showed underneath. “I know it was shitty. I know I disrespected your time. I swear on my spot on the team — it won’t happen again. Just don’t walk out.” I let out a harsh laugh. “Find another tutor, Ryder.” “I can’t.” His shoulders dropped. “Zoey says you’re the best in the department. Coach is riding me hard about my grades. If I fail th

But the eyes weren’t Ash’s. Ash looked feral. Wild. This one looked... cool. Dangerous. Like someone who rode through life with no brakes. “Who the hell are you?” I whispered. He stood. Slowly. Like a panther uncoiling. “Name’s Ryder,” he said. His voice was lower than Liam’s. Rougher. Confident. “And you’re lucky I showed up instead of the other guy.” “Where’s Ash?” “Locked out,” he said simply. “He’s unstable. Sloppy. But I’m not.”

"Okay... uhm, nice to meet you all." Trace stepped up to me and smiled. "Savannah, meet my bandmates. This," He spread his arms wide being as dramatic as he possibly could "is the Riot Club."

“Who—who are you people?” “Rescue squad,” he said, winking again, casual as if we weren’t surrounded by blood and growls. “Name’s Ryder. The grumpy one over there is Kai. Silent scary one’s Jax. We’ve been watching Thorne’s pack for a while. Didn’t expect to find a runaway bride tonight.” Watching? Why? The question burned, but the pull drowned it. Before I could ask, Jax was there—blood on his muzzle, shifting back. Towering. Voice rough, low. “We need to move. Now.”