Ryker Dublin Novels & Stories

I said, making Kane laugh despite the danger. “You always did find yourself funny,” Ryker said, his tone dripping with contempt. “And it looks like it rubbed off on your pathetic excuse of a mate.” Kane snarled, his voice low and deadly. “Do not speak of my mate like that!” He stood up, mentally thanking the guards for releasing his hands so he could defend me. “I’ll ask you one more time: What are you doing here?” Ryker chuckled darkly. “Well, I’m here to kill you two and take over this pack,” he said casually. “I’ve already dealt with the witch. Surprisingly, she didn’t put up much of a fight. This pack stands no chance.”