Winona Ryder Daughter 소설 & 이야기

"Why do you ask?" I looked up from my massage, meeting his curious stare. "I saw her yesterday." His eyebrows lifted slightly, the only indication of his surprise. "Last year, didn't Alpha Luna Riverwind suddenly announce she had a daughter?" I asked, my fingers still working the knots in his muscles. "Guess who that daughter is?" Florian's eyes narrowed. "Is it her?" "Yes," I confirmed, remembering the young she-wolf's panicked expression when she'd recognized me. "She's now called Lyra Riverwind."

“So Phoenix, weakened me? That is why it took me so long to break from it then? And that’s why the others couldn’t wake up by themselves too?” The blinding white smile of hers reappeared. “You’re getting it. Yes, in all honesty, you should never have woken, it should have taken much longer than four years. That’s why Mrs Velt was so interested in you. She was shocked that someone with that gift she has been researching for so many years was so close. Daughter of an I.L. agent. Someone that we all fought with back in the days.” “What, my dad?” “Yes. He was one of the best.”

I tell Ryder that evening, sitting across from him at the kitchen table with my tea going cold between my hands. His face goes through something extraordinary. Shock first—he wasn't expecting the confirmation yet—then a stillness, then the brightness I've been watching grow in him for weeks. Then something that breaks a little at the edges. His eyes fill. "A daughter," he says, like he's testing the word for weight. "A daughter."

Ryan break this pictu- My eyes get terrifically wide as I see the playboy swimsuit calendar on his table. The girl in the bikini is Kelly Clawford, the model I slept with last week. Is he into girls? Is he straight? I ask myself. My wolf is swimming in jealousy, envying the calendar bikini girl. Ryan, tear this calendar and that dog's picture, break all the computers and tables. Dakota screams in my head. "I have an extra if you like it this much." I knew who said that because my heartbeats instantly fasten hearing his smug voice. I turn my head, glaring at my mate. Does this human even know who I am?

Tears flowed down her face, her body trembled, and she could hardly breathe as she ran into her father's arms. Ryder caught his daughter, his arms wrapping tightly around her frightened body. “What's wrong? What happened?” Ryder asked, but his daughter didn't reply. She gripped her father tight, and she cried. Ryder lifted his head and looked at the retreating form of the newly released prisoner, and rage boiled inside him. “Did he hurt you?” Ryder asked quietly, and she shook her head. The retired beta closed his eyes, dropped his face to his daughter's head, and buried his face in her hair.

her soft sobs echoed in the still night. But then the blonde girl's wails, piercing and mournful, resounded when she discovered the dead driver. I motioned to one of my men to take care of the situation. My daughter was obviously duped to believe the girl was human. Erina’s confused question hung in the air. She started when she heard the she-wolf’s cries and tried to free herself from my grip. “Listen to me, girl!” I shook her to get her to focus on me. “You need to go back, Erina!”

There will never be anyone else for me in this world. I'm still not sure if that's a good thing to know at my age or not, because well...she's Colton Lyon's daughter. But she's the girl I grew up with. The one for whom my love grew in leaps and bounds over time, going through all the stages from the beginning to where we are today. There've been so many roadblocks and pitfalls in our way, the last one being my having to move away from her when my dad's company sent him to another state a million miles away.

“What’s her name? Dad’s secretary?” “Olivia?” Catherine and I said in choir. Then I felt the need to correct that. “She’s Quentin’s secretary. Not mine.” “Yeah, her.” Catherine nodded and looked a bit sad, and I wanted to slap both Jakeand myself in the head. I knew why he didn’t like going canoeing or even going on a boat. He couldn’t swim. Why didn’t I think of that? “Uhm... Maybe I can take you?” I offered awkwardly, and Marty glanced at her husband, hopeful. He shrugged.

"Yes. Because he’s doing his job. And you? You’re not my mother, not anymore. In case you’ve forgotten, your daughter is Raya." Her face turned red with rage. "You pathetic girl. You’re just like your father. Spineless. Weak. I’m glad I left him, and soon, when that sugar daddy of yours comes to collect, you’ll be crawling back to me. Begging." I smiled coldly, nodding to Eric to release her wrist and he did. "Good luck finding him for me, Mrs. Ryder." I turned my back on her and approached the counter, lifting the bag containing my two dresses.

He retired a year ago from being an Alpha, passing the pack over to our son, Evan when he turned eighteen. It turns out that allowing the witches into the packs was a good idea because our son’s mate and the pack’s current Luna is a witch. Well, technically, she’s a wolf/witch hybrid. She’s Avery and Lachlan’s daughter. Avery being one of the witches that Maeve and Xander brought in for protection early on. She took a leading role in helping us evaluate the witches that we brought into the packs, so Evan and her daughter mostly grew up together. I think they were both secretly pleased when they realized that they were mates. “DADDY!” my girls say, rushing into their father’s arms. It’s so mu