Filed to story: Rylee the Orphan Luna Novel
Rylee was insistent that she go herself because this was so personal for her even though I protested against it. It took me, Chad, and William to convince her not to go in there. She would make it too obvious that she was looking for the mole even if she were to be in disguise. Chad also reassured her that Ryker has been keeping a close eye on the girls. He never strayed too far from them. Apparently, having a weretiger for a personal guard has kept away the crazies like Lorelai, her brother, and any other pack member who wanted to try and pick on Lexie and Lanie. A lot of the bullying has stopped since Chad has officially marked Lanie and Brent Lexie, but it doesn’t stop the mean glares, at least not until Ryker growled and showed his eyes to people.
After we released West back into the lion’s den that was Eric’s hiding place, I sent Angelo and Victor out to follow him from afar to gather as much information as possible. Eric wouldn’t be dumb enough to give up anything to West that could really be of any use, so it was up to my men to do their due diligence. Even though we knew where they were hiding, we couldn’t go in blind. If Rylee’s premonition three months ago was any indication of what Eric and Ash were capable of, then I needed to do as much recon as possible, and make sure that there were no loose ends or hidden agendas.
Just thinking about the fact that Sam was killed in that attack, made my skin crawl, my blood boil, and my heart ache. Rylee was right about one thing; West’s family was of no importance to us or our pack, not anymore. He made his choice and now, he was going to have to live with them, even if it meant the death of his family. West was either really stupid or really desperate to team up with Eric Patterson-a mass murderer.
A part of me couldn’t stop wondering exactly how I died holding our son in my arms. There could honestly be any number of scenarios that result in my death, but Sam’s? There was only one. Ash killed him. Eric would have no reason to harm my son as there would be no benefit to him. But that fucker Ash would reap all of the benefits that came with killing my heir. He wouldn’t hurt Rylee, at least not kill her anyway; he’s too obsessed with her for that. But killing Sam and then me would give him the emotional advantage over her, or our deaths would make her the scariest she-wolf to have ever existed.
With Rylee’s powers being primarily tied to her emotions, the death of anyone close to her would tip the scale on her control in the wrong direction. But seeing how she reacted when she saw me and our son dead, I would hate to be on the receiving end of that wrath.
“What are you thinking so hard about?” I peered down at Rylee who was staring up at me. I smiled a little and pulled her close to me. “Are you okay?” “Yeah, for now.”
“What were you thinking about just now? And don’t try to lie to me,” she warned as she wrapped her arms around my waist.
“Oh, just how much I want to rip Ash’s head from his body.”
“Get in line.” I chuckled at her response. “He’s the one who killed Sam, I just know he did,” she said quietly.
“Either you read my mind, or we’re thinking the same thing,” I replied and looked down at her.
“No, I didn’t read your mind. It makes sense that Ash would go after Sam. He’s the next Alpha in line to Blue Lake and the product of our bond. Unless you and I have more pups, he would be the last Primordial. Even if, by some horrible twist of fate, Ash were to get his hands on me, mate with me, and we produced a pup, it wouldn’t be a Primordial. William said that only pups I had with you would inherit our powers.” I growled in response to hearing her even mention a hypothetical situation where she had that mutt’s pups. My grasp on her tightened as I held her incredibly close. “Calm down, I’m not saying I would ever let him touch me, I’m just saying that Sam’s death would destroy not only the Valencia bloodline but William’s as well, even though we’re born differently.” “That’s never going to happen, Rylee. Yes, you had a vision, but it’s been three months, and nothing has happened.” “Yet,” she added.
“Even if something does, we’re no longer going to be blindsided or caught off guard. Neither will Chad’s pack. We’ve both put extra measures in place to ensure the safety of our packs and the people who reside in them. The Elders are also keeping their eye out for anything that changes. Until Eric is found, everyone will be on high alert.” “We already know where he is though!”
“All the more reason to wait him out. Unless West wants to witness his family’s death, he will keep his mouth shut to Eric about us knowing where he’s hiding out.”
“I can’t believe that he’s soiling my old pack grounds with his presence there. It’s f****d up enough that he killed my family and burned my home to the ground, but now he’s squatting there, tainting it even more!”
“I’m sorry that your old pack is being tarnished this way, but I promise you, once Eric and his family are out of lives for good, we will restore Silver Lake.” She looked up at me in shock.
“What?” I just smiled down at her. “What do you mean by restore?”
“What do you think I mean, Tink. We’re going to rebuild Silver Lake’s packhouse and make it a vacation home for our family!”
“Do you really mean that?”
“Yes, and we will have memorials built for your parents. One’s that they are deserving of.” Her eyes brimmed with tears again, and this time, they instantly fell. I wiped them away with my thumbs as I cupped her face. “Wyatt…” she sobbed.
“I’m sorry I couldn’t do this for you sooner, dearest. This should have been done last year after everything settled down, but we weren’t in the best of places. I know that’s not an excuse, but it did cloud my better judgment on a lot of things. But I want to make it up to you, and to your parents. Uncle Mitch and Aunt Megan would kick my a*s if they saw how badly I had treated you and our bond over the last couple of years. If they had been alive when all that s**t happened, I’m sure that they would have castrated me, or worse, taken you away from me.” She let out a small giggle as tears streamed down her petite face.
“I love you, Wyatt.”
“Not as much as I love you.” She sobbed and leaned into my chest as I held her close. “Also, while we’re on the subject of kids, tell me, do you want more?” She stopped crying instantly and froze in my arms. She looked up again and lifted an eyebrow at me. “Do you?” she asked in return while dodging her response.
“Of course. I want at least five.”
“FIVE?!?”
“At least,” I reiterated.
“I’M NOT GETTING PREGNANT FOUR MORE TIMES, WYATT!!” she screamed and pushed me away. “Giving birth to Sam was hard enough as it was. You want me to do it four more times?!”
“At least.” She gawked at me. “And hey, who knows, maybe we can knock it out in two rounds and not four. There’s always the possibility of having multiples.” She scoffed. “Hmmm… I can just see it now, your sexy body swelling with my pup or pups again. f**k, it makes me hard just thinking about it,” I teased her and put her hand on top of my ever-growing hard-on.
“Wyatt!” she squealed and pulled her hand back, seemingly flustered.
“What’s wrong, baby? You love it when I get a raging boner, remember?”
“Oh my god!” she squeaked and blushed.
“f**k, Rylee, I can’t wait to plant more of my seed inside of you,” I moaned as I pulled her flush against me and nibbled on her mark, causing her to moan in response. The air around us was instantly filled with her arousal. “See, you want it too,” I teased and sucked on her flesh. “Wy…Wya…Oh f**k,” she moaned even harder as my hand went between her legs.
“I think we should get a move on and give Sam a younger sibling, or two, or four,” I said and lifted her into my arms. She pulled me into a deep and passionate kiss as I sped up the stairs to our room and slammed the door behind us. Dealing with Eric would have to wait until tomorrow, for the rest of the day and night, I planned on making love to Rylee until she saw stars.
***Ryker’s P.O.V.***
After spending so much time locked away in that trafficking prison, it was a nice change of pace to regain my freedom. Four months on the outside was not much different than the blink of an eye for a weretiger; compared to the years I spent fantasizing about how I would kill Marvin if I ever got my hands on him, it was nothing. Sadly, someone beat me to the punch-the little blonde wolf of Blue Lake had killed Marvin while in a fit of rage. I won’t lie, I was pissed when I heard the news. Not because I wanted him to live, but because I wanted to be the one to exterminate him. If there was a way to resurrect the dead, I would do it, and kill him all over again but not as quickly. I would cut every single vein in his arms and s***h open every artery in his body so I could watch him slowly bleed to death.
Since I was deprived of that, now all I could do was wait for a war that was bound to happen. I’ve pledged my loyalty to this wolf pack, Golden Moon, only because the Goldilocks sisters were here. They were like daughters to me, only werewolves instead. I still remember the day that they were born. I watched as that beautiful she-wolf, Megan-I believe her name was-gave birth to them. At the time, Anna and I thought she would surely die during childbirth, seeing as how she was extremely underweight and savagely beaten. Thankfully, she didn’t.
Anna and I watched over the three of them as Megan recovered from giving birth. She had lost a lot of blood, but Anna was able to help her heal. A month after they were born, Megan was drugged and dragged away, and the girls were left with Anna. We never knew what happened to Megan. Imagine my surprise when I heard that the girls were the other blonde’s sisters and that Megan was her mother. I also heard that the man who impregnated her was the man that killed her several years later. I’m even more determined now to help not just Lexie and Lanie, but also the Blue Lake blonde, Rylee.
“Ryker, stop looking so serious!” I heard a voice and felt someone punching my arm, but it felt more like a nudge. I looked down to my left and saw Lexie peering up at me with a smile.
“Was that supposed to hurt me?” I teased her.
“Psh, yeah right. Hurt you? No one can hurt you. I’ve witnessed countless of those guards back in the prison die trying to hurt you.” I smirked at her and looked back out into the forest that surrounded the Golden Moon packhouse. “Where’s your sister, little one?”
“With Chad, probably having s*x,” she answered nonchalantly, and I immediately cringed at her words.
“I do not need to know that!” I snarled at her. All she did was laugh in response.
“Geez, you sound like a grumpy old man. Calm down!”
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