Ryker Dublin Mga Nobela at Kwento

"And why is the Luna of this grand pack looking so.......grim?" She stiffened, hee senses on high alert. She slowly turned her head, her eyes narrowing as she took in the sight of Ryker standing behind her, a smug smirk plastered across his handsome features. Unlike Kael who was tall, lean but muscular with dark-ash gray hair and piercing glacier blue orbs. Ryker was tall and powerfully built, with a deceptive, almost theatrical charm. His long silver hair cascaded around his face, framed by a strong, almost too-prefect jawline. His molten, gold eyes, held a calculating glint.

"Dane is a son of a gun, I know that already and the fact that you both had had sex together is the least if my concerns right now. I will deal with him, Gabriella and you spilling the truth would only multiply the gravity of your punishment!" ***** "Reyna." Ryker called and Reyna turned around, raising her brows at him. "What do you want?" She snapped at him, not sparing him a glance. "Where are you leaving for?" He asked, folding his arms. "Leaving for Brooklyn of course, I'm going with my family." She replied, dryly. Ryker arched a brow at her, making her face him. "So I'm not your family?" He frowned. "Oh, I forgot you're my uncle, happy now?"

I let out a dry cough, trying to hide the pain in my eyes. “Hey, you, Leon Darkwood?” a thick voice called, snapping me out of my thoughts. I shifted my gaze, and it fell on a tall, fairly muscular guy with brown hair and eyes. “Yes, I am, and who are you?” I asked, my tone firm as I could tell from his uniform he was a student, meaning he was also an alpha, and it was time for me to begin my act. “I'm Ryker, Ryker Silver fang,” he said, with a smile that seemed almost deeming as he stared at me, “I'm sure you must have heard of me at least once.”

I gulp angrily a bottle of whiskey. "She rejected him Drake,his rescue was mere heroism" Ryker states. "How sure are you!" I fume. "The expression within their eyes Ryker,I observed it, they miss themselves,they crave their touch,they're freaking returned!" I smash the whiskey bottle. "Why not assign Chris watch Damien. His observation might clarify our discovery?" He suggests. "Wise decision Ryker,Chris remains a loyal guard" I exit the room. *** Location: Black eagles hunter clan POV: Kara's POV

I looked at his face and I don't know why but his face was looking very sad. "What is it? Is everything okay?” I asked him one after another, I couldn't help but feel a little bit worried about him. "My father is pressuring me into finding my mate and giving the pack their Luna, he wants me to get married as soon as possible and have kids. I really don't know what to do, I don't think I'm ready with all that responsibility," Ryker explained to me. I don’t know but I felt like he was about to cry when he told me about his father, I just froze when I heard what he said because I’m having difficulties in finding the right words to say to him.

“Whatever. Just quickly drag your butt over here and have fun. You don't need to be a bitter man tonight." Ryker hung up the phone and headed to the Paradise Club. It was an elite club in the city center that was only visited by young executives. Ryker has been a regular at the Paradise Club since he was very young and he has business friends who often spend time at the club doing various things. Sometimes they discuss business and try to find opportunities from available projects. But most of them threw a party there to relax their overworked nerves.

“You fucking reject her, that’s what you do. Unless your mate is Brie…then it’s sealed.” Ryker didn’t respond, he just stared at his food while the sound of cutlery scrapping the plates filled the room. This was why he hated dinner with his family, the façade would break and his father would want to use him. “Do you have any Intel about their pack?” Dorian asked offhandedly. Ryker didn’t even care about Intel, he couldn’t be within a few meters of Caelan, talking more than listening to gossip about his pack.

“If Victoria’s people haven’t gotten to him first.” A faint creak echoed through the space. Both of them tensed as a hunched figure emerged from the shadows, a man in his late forties with wire-rimmed glasses and an unkempt beard. His eyes darted wildly before settling on them. “You’re late,” Ryker muttered. “Do you have any idea how many people are looking for me?” Damien stepped forward. “Then you know why we’re here.” Ryker hesitated. “I wiped everything. There is no drive, no backups.”

Folding his arms underneath his bosom, he added, "I also heard about the fire which burnt down the entire building of the Meyers in Miami." Ryker rested on the doorway and shrugged, "I heard of it as well. How unfortunate. They might've wronged someone they shouldn't have." "What are you doing here, Ryker? I'm sure you didn't come to berate me like my daughter just did." Ryker revealed a small smile and walked towards Gabriel. He walked past the man and stopped in front of his desk where he poured himself a glass of bourbon. However, before the mouth of the glass touched his lips, he paused and glanced back at Gabriel.

the manager cut in. “Shit!!” Ryker cursed angrily. “He has a wedding. My sister is at the altar waiting for him!! He's her groom for Christsake!!” Ryan yelled. “We're sorry, Mr Ryker, but that's the least we can give. If you're indeed worried about his whereabouts, you can report the case to the police,” the manager suggested. Ryker stormed out of the lobby, accompanied by Ryan who tried to keep up pace with him. “What do we do now?” Ryan asked, walking beside him in a haste.