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He was undeniably one of the most striking male specimens she had ever laid eyes upon - his powerful physique taut and sculpted like an ancient warrior etching. Even at rest, his piercing hazel eyes glinted with an intensity that could doubtless turn predatory in the blink of an eye. "Who are you?" she demanded, her defensive posture not wavering an inch despite her intrigue. "Why did you intervene in my affairs?" The lycan arched a thick brow, seemingly amused by her distrustful hostility despite her indebtedness to him. "I am Ryker," he replied simply. "A rover with no set clan or ancestral territories to claim. I stumbled upon your tracks and those of the Rager while hunting and thought i

"But that's easier said than done. Xeranti attacks the veins, weakening the victim and their wolf." Eden frowned, not fully understanding. "What does that mean?" "It means that Kylian's veins are weakening, and it's affecting his wolf. They're both getting weaker by the minute he'll die soon if we don't find a cure, we need to act fast if we want to save him." "What can I do to help?" she asked. The doctor looked at her for a moment before nodding. "I need you to gather all the information you can about Xeranti. We need to know everything there is to know about this poison if we're going to find a cure."

Evelyn's POV "I, Alpha Kyle Turner, reject you, Evelyn Sanders, as my mate." Alpha Kyle hoarse voice boomed in my ears making me freeze on my tracks, his voice laced with disgust. Crack! A cracking sound resounded inside my body and I felt as if a part of me was forcefully torn and taken away. My wolf howled in pain but there was nothing I could do about it. Tears flowed down my face as the pain became immeasurable, increasing with each second to the point I was unable to tolerate it. I could care less about the gazes on me. I was already used to it.

Roy straightened his back and watched Ryker in confusion. "Yes! I remember, she left with her boyfriend Alec Hyes." Ryker got up from the seat and smiled in triumph, he had finally recalled his name successfully. "What the hell did you just say now?" where Ryker was happy and satisfied with himself for now being able to send money to Kathleen, Roy felt like somebody has grasped his heart in a tight fist "Alec Hyes, she is dating him." Ryker smiled, "Mr. Hyes' son." once he added the last bit of the information, Roy's face went pale.

I looked at Remi and glared at Ryker. “Glad I could help.” He said with a huge smile. “Ryle,” his voice always makes goosebumps erupt all over my body, “just wanted to see if you’re okay.” Ryder said as he walked over to us. “Yeah, I’m fine, just getting advice on how to end this quickly and with the least amount of injury.” “Try yelling BOO.” He suggested making us all laugh. “Fighters are you ready?” Alpha Drake called. Dad, Ryker moved back while Remi and Ryder took a seat with Raden and Connor. Raden gave a small wave and two thumbs up. She’s my biggest fan.

Ryker headed to the counter to make payment and while standing in the small queue, he ran into Harry Crusoe, Denver’s childhood friend. Harry was particularly piqued when he noticed that the items in Ryker’s cart were ladies’ toiletries. “Woahh! Good one, Ryker! Seems like you’re getting steps ahead of your boss, huh? This is good news. I’m glad to see that Denver’s No-Love-No-Relationship rule haven’t affected you” Ryker raised his brow in confusion, wondering what Harry was talking about. But when he trailed Harry’s eyes to the cart he was holding, a small smile formed on his lips.

“Queen... he’s... ” Ryker’s voice croaked behind them: “He’s mine.” They turned as Ryker rose unsteadily, leaning on Urhan’s shoulder. His chest was heavily bandaged; his face drawn with exhaustion. Yet his eyes, the golden heart of his gaze, shone with triumph. Nyra stared, mouth agape. “Ryker?” Ryker smiled, a single tear slipping down. “You nearly forgot.” He staggered forward, each step a triumph of will. “Lovers don’t kill each other.”

I turned. Ryker walked in like he owned the place. He was twenty-four, tall and broad like his father but leaner, meaner. Dark hair messy on purpose. Full sleeve tattoos disappearing under the sleeves of his black t-shirt. A silver chain around his neck. He had Victor’s same sharp jaw but his mouth was softer, crueler when he smirked. And right now he was smirking at me. He closed the door behind him and leaned against it, arms crossed over his chest. His eyes were darker than his father’s. Hungrier.

he picks a cigarette. "Thanks alot my prince" I quickly exit his room. How long can this continue. I thought painfully. Am pawn within devious dirty games. Drake's POV. "What plans have you?" Ryker questions. "Numerous plans Ryker"I light my cigarette. "Firstly a visit to our dearest Luna" I exhale smoke's. "If that fails then emerges bloody visitation to the beserk slayer" I grin. "Am loving this" Ryker deviously supports.

Ryker, remarked as he strode to the fridge. "Tequila or Vodka". He rasped, as Reece stiffened beside me. "You would not give my wife alcohol". His wife? Since when? "I think vodka would do". I tell Ryker ignoring Reece earlier request that I shouldn't be given alcohol. In a blink Ryker ambles to me with the bottle of Vodka, I rarely ever drinker alcohol, but right now was one of those rare moments, and I needed to clear my god damned mind.