Ryder Tully Novels & Stories

He grinned again. “Taz also rides bareback,” Ryan inserted. “And he’s being modest. He’s made it to the world finals three times. Twice in bareback and once in bull riding.” “That’s awesome, Taz. Congrats,” Chase said. “Where’s home for you?” “Here and there. I spend most my time on the road. Seen a lot of this great country. Met a lot of fine folks.”

I spotted Spencer and Ryder across the crowd, his eyes locked on mine for a brief moment before he nodded and continued on his way. Ryder stood at around 6'1" with a lean yet athletic build, honed from years of running and training in the woods. His skin had a warm, golden undertone, a testament to his mixed heritage, unlike my pale own. His grey eyes were a striking feature, seeming to gleam with a mix of intensity and kindness, depending on his mood.

He’d never paid mind to Tala before, but the way his copper eyes looked over her, as if drinking in her presence, filled her with butterflies. Ryder Landon, his human, always caused me the same butterflies even though I’d never admit it out loud. I had carried around a secret for years about Ryder. One that I’d sworn to carry to the grave. I had a crush on him. A hopeless, ridiculous one. It was stupid, really. I knew it. I’d attempted to dismiss repeatedly but had no such luck. Ryder was the Alpha heir of this pack. Untouchable. Commanding. He was the guy whom people noticed the moment he entered the room. Almost everyone either wanted to be him or be with him.

my father barked, his voice trembling with fierce hatred, witnessed by hundreds of VVIP guests. Ryder stared at my father with a completely deadpan expression. He didn't take the bait. With an incredibly elegant movement, he snatched a glass of red champagne from a passing waiter's tray. "I am here under the official invitation of Mr. Kessler, Mr. Collins," Ryder replied, his lethal baritone smooth and steady. "Besides, your vendetta is with my father. It has nothing to do with me."

He pins me with a cautious look. “I don’t know exactly what you heard back then, but yeah. I took advantage of the fact that I was the J.V. quarterback and the tallest guy in my class. I figured out quick that if you could make a girl feel special for a moment, then it wasn’t too hard to get her horizontal.” I grimace. “God, you sound like a pig.” Ryder shrugs, the black T-shirt lovingly hugging his wide shoulders and muscled chest. “I was sixteen. I’m sure I was a pig. Then came you.”

It was already afternoon and the sun was shining bright. “What exactly is at stake, Ryder?” probed Nolan. He had known Ryder to be extremely determined and clear. Ever since the man met Elara, he had been very sincere to her. This wasn’t a secret. But now... Ryder threw a big pile of leaves and twigs over the filling and wiped his sweat on the forehead with his arm. “I am conflicted between my wolf and my human. And while I am figuring it out, I will bash Drake’s skull if he tries to come near her.” He stopped and then added quietly. “Even Dominique’s.”

Ayla. The day had finally come, the first day back to college. I was ultimately prepared and ready to learn. But what I wasn't ready for was Ryder. Ryder Costello is the bane of my existence, the reason why I fail to socialise and get along with others. He's a closed book, never predictable. I was always curious about him, why he acts the way he does and is the way he is. He was undeniably smart and a well-liked individual in our academy even with his bad behaviour and attitude. I concluded that faculty sucked up to him because his dad- Giovanni Costello, owner of Costello airlines (one of the most luxurious airlines in the world) was a huge benefactor to the academy. Now I was well aware th