Ryker Dublin Novels & Stories

I shrugged. Ryker has always had a soft spot for strays, lost creatures, broken things. He liked to see if he could fix them, put them back together again. It was quite an admirable trait, but it could get very ridiculous and dangerous. There were people who would seek to take advantage of that kindness in him. That was why he had me, the more logical and hot-headed brother to check his excesses and make sure he’s never taken advantage of. And he, in turn, checked my own excesses. Stopped me from going to far, doing too much. Like the last time.

I also couldn't get rid of the notion that I was about to fall into a trap that would permanently alter my life as I was leaving. I turned around as I heard footsteps behind me and saw a person stepping out of the darkness. It was a towering, commanding guy with intense blue eyes. "Who are you?" With a forceful voice, I asked. The guy bent his head and his face became sombre. "My name is Ryker, and I'm a member of Ronan's pack." Curious, I arched an eyebrow. "What do you want?" Ryker took a step towards me, his eyes meeting mine. "I would want to caution you, Aria. Ronan is not who he seems to be. He is keeping something significant from you.

Ryker I heard the engine turn off outside. I felt my heart speed up. What the hell is wrong with me? I don't get nervous. I watched the candles dance on the table and watched her walk through the door. It was a small restaurant owned by friends. Iris was laughing about something with Deacon, my driver. He isn't paid to laugh. Stop it, you're being irrational I thought walking up to greet them. "Hello Iris," I said walking towards her. I reached for her hand kissing it but letting go quickly. She looked breathtaking, and I could feel my desire for her to grow. I took a deep breath letting it out slowly looking at Deacon's knowing expression. "Thank you, Deacon. Are you hungry I can send you

"Not. Now." "You better fuuucking drink," Ryker more like ordered. "I made a promise to Kira, and I will keep it. So fucking have a fucking drink. If you need to scream, shout, want to battle? Fight? You don't need to be ashamed to do it. You want to release some stress? Anger? Sadness? Heck, there are lots of places we can do that in the pack."

Magic radiated off him in thick waves that had my beast bristling, ready for a fight. “I found her.” The world around me collapsed, leaving only her behind. Only Ophelia. “Where? Where is she?” I barely recognized the sound of my own voice. Ryker ran his fingers through his hair and shook his head, “At a club in Los Angeles.” “The fuck is she doing there?” Sterling said, cocking his head. “I have no clue, but we’re leaving,” Ryker looked my way, his gaze hard. “You need to shower and change fast. Be ready to leave within fifteen minutes.”

’ I yelled in my mind and I felt that familiar pull as the pain subsided and I was on my knees in front of the castle. “Where is he?” I yelled as I saw Zetas emerge from the trees. “You shouldn’t be here, Jericho. You’ve been banished,” Ryker said to me. I stood up as they tried to block me from entering the castle. “Stǫðva,” I said and ran past them. I followed Kai’s scent to the infirmary. I was running down the hallways as I heard Kiran yell at Carter and Falcon. “What happened?” I yelled as I pushed the doors open and everyone turned towards me.

It was either Yelena or Beta Adler and of course, Young Seb would prefer his sister rather than the grumpy Beta. As we drove back to the North, I tried to read Ryker’s mind and when I came up with nothing, I decided to ask him directly, “What are you doing to do with Alana?” There was a long moment of silence inside the car before Ryker finally glanced at me and replied, “I don’t know.” He inhaled a deep breath and let it out. “Dmitry already locked her up again. Her dad kept asking to see me, he tried to mind link me numerous times when we were back at the Erebus’ territory but I blocked him out.” Ryker’s grip on the steering wheel tightened. “Her dad, Harold, is a good man. Fuck! How am I

I pouted. "Antonia." I raised my gaze and saw Jayden, walking in with someone I had never seen before. "Welcome, Jayden," I smiled and went to him. "Thank you," Jayden beamed. "Antonia, this is my assistant and friend, Ryker. He has not been around because he had duties outside the pack." "Ryker meet Antonia, my mate," He introduced me. I looked at Ryker and he had dark hair like Jayden, a handsome face too, and several tattoos and piercings. He looked like a sharp contrast to Jayden's calm demeanor.

“You’re the only one I trust not to let your dick do the thinking. She’s family. You keep her breathing. End of discussion.” Rebekah’s pulse hammered in her ears. She risked a glance at Ryker. Forty-five years old and carved like a weapon—broad shoulders, thick forearms corded with muscle, a jaw you could cut glass on, and silver threading the black hair at his temples. The scar that sliced through his left eyebrow made him look mean until he smiled. He wasn’t smiling now. He met her eyes for half a second, then looked away like the sight of her burned.

“A mid days ride at most, it’s located on a mountain and that’s all I know. You know umm- my foster parents heard about what happened in our pack. They stay in this Revolt Pack. I got in contact with them some time ago after your escape and they’re willing to help, even say some of your fathers loyal people are actively working against Ryker over there. It’s top secret too we can—” “A bad idea.” Jacks voice had grown dark now, a ring of dark circles mysteriously appearing around his eyes. “Ryker has his sentries everywhere, roaming road tracks, scouting weaker packs. He’s looking for someone.” And his eyes swept by my face so fast and back to his soup which he stirred in a slow circle. “How