Novels by Ryder Maverick

Larissa's POV The cardboard box in my lap felt heavier than it should have. I ran my fingers along the edges of the box, tracing the old tape sealing it shut. It had been sitting in Patterson Financial’s storage room for over a month. A collection of everything I had left behind. Office supplies. Old notes. Photos. Little trinkets.Brayden drove in silence, his eyes fixed on the road ahead of him, the smooth drawl of the song on the radio filling the space between us.“I can’t believe you threatened to take the matter to her supervisor.” I said, remembering how the receptionist’s face had frozen in a mixture of disbelief and fear. Instantly, all traces of hesitation had been wiped from her continence, and she had gone to get the box of my things.“I don’t make threats, Larissa. I make promises.”I scoffed. “Schematics. Either way, that was a very Karen thing to do.”“What?”“You know Karen? A typical middle-aged white woman who usually asks to see the manager or reports employees to

Larissa's POV It took me an embarrassingly long amount of time to realize where we were going. Hint: It wasn’t Lara’s house.A familiar, towering skyscraper, all reflective glass and steel, stood imposing in the distance. It was one of the most prestigious firms in the city. Employees, executives, and clients streamed in and out of the building dressed in sharp suits and crisp dresses. Some clutched coffee cups or briefcases. Others walked briskly as they chatted amongst themselves or into the phones pressed against their ears. The Patterson Financial Group tower.I wasn’t just where I had worked. It was where Lara had died. And where I had confessed to her murder.I looked at Brayden but he paid me no mind. He pulled into the underground parking garage the light dimming slightly as he maneuvered into his reserved spot. The second the engine shut off, the “What are we doing here?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. “I thought we were going to Lara’s place.”“We are. We are he

Larissa's POV The next time I saw Brayden, he was back in formal wear. It was the next morning when I trudged into the kitchen looking for something to eat.A crisp white dress shirt, polished shoes, tailored navy slacks with the matching suit jacket hanging off one of the chairs in the kitchen – the picture of effortless sophistication.And he wasn’t alone.Gwen stood in front of him, her hands expertly working on the fabric of the tie, looping it into an intricate knot. She looked like she had stepped straight out of the 70s dressed in a sunflower print pinafore mini dress and white gogo boots. Gwen was chattering animatedly as she worked on his tie. Brayden responded with quiet grunts and hums and he stared down at her.I stopped short in the doorway not sure if I should step in or just head back upstairs. There was something about this scene that made me feel like I didn’t belong here. There was a sort of easy camaraderie between the two of them.Brayden was the first to notice m

Larissa's POV I woke up to sunlight streaming in through the windows, cutting through the heavy curtains I had pulled back while I had sat by the window watching and waiting for Brayden to get back home. I didn’t even remember falling asleep.I turned over, squinting at the clock on the nightstand.2:27 PM. I had slept through the entire morning.Thanks to the painkillers I had taken earlier, I no longer had a headache. But the guilt was understandably still there. I shut my eyes. I had wanted to fix things. I had wanted to try. But he had been so distant with me. He wanted nothing to do with me and I couldn’t blame him.I wanted to check my phone to see if I had gotten any texts from him – though I doubted it – but I stopped at the last moment. Turning on my phone’s screen meant having to come face-to-face with Brayden’s image as my new wallpaper. I couldn’t bring myself to look at it, and I couldn’t bring myself to change it either because that would mean having to look at it, even

Larissa's POV The car pulled up to the estate and passed through the golden gates.The first few times I had been here, I had felt dread at the sheer uncertainty of where my life was headed. Over time, the dread had faded away to an acceptance of my situation. Now that dread was back but for a different reason.I had spent the morning convinced Brayden had done something unforgivable. But the only unforgivable thing had been my accusation. He had done nothing. And now, I had to face him knowing that.The driver killed the engine and turned to me. “We’ve arrived, ma’am.”“Thank you.” I said my voice barely above a whisper. I slid out of the car, the slight sway of my feet reminding me that I was still very hungover. I made my way into the house feeling every bit like a prisoner on death row.The air inside felt colder than when I had left. The living room was empty. The kitchen was empty. Even the dogs, who were usually in a corner trying futilely to get me to pet them, were nowhere

Larissa's POV I stood there, motionless, staring at the empty kitchen doorway Brayden had just walked through. The silence in the kitchen was deafening, the only sound was the faint hum of the refrigerator and the ticking of the clock on the wall. The smell of burnt eggs and Brayden’s cologne hung heavy in the air.This wasn’t how I expected this confrontation to go. I should have felt justified. I should have felt right. Instead, all I felt was… unsettled.I don’t know how long I stood there, staring at nothing. Then a surge of anger shot through me. I shouldn’t be the one standing here feeling bad. Brayden had been the one who had done something to me, why did he get to walk out as if he was the victim here?I needed to do something. I needed to leave, not just the kitchen but the estate. I didn’t care what our agreement was. There was no way I was staying here after what had happened.I made my way out of the kitchen, up the stairs, and through the corridor. My hand was on the doo

Hello guys, so the last chapter was supposed to be an author's note. I'm not really familiar with the author's center interface, so please bear with me. So, guys, I understand that I haven't uploaded any chapters for over two months, and that's because of my health. I'm really really sorry about that, but my health is not entirely under my control. I had to rush the story even though I had a lot planned out(walking you guys through on how Claire was caught, and what happened with Alfredo and his family). I just had to wrap it up because I feel it's long overdue. I know many of you must have forgotten about one or two details regarding the story, but for every single one of you that sticked to the end, I'm super grateful 🙏🏽. This is actually my first story, and the love you guys showed me was immense. Thank you so very much, and God bless you all. I hope to see your support whenever I come up with a new story. Kindly leave your honest reviews and criticism, on the general comment

Alpha Farrell's POV Two Months Later. It's been two whole month since I found out that Gabriella and I were mates, and all the saga that led us to this moment. Alfredo has been stripped off his position as Alpha, and his family exiled from the Pack, they're basically rogues with nothing but scraps to feed on. Princess Sheila on the other hand, was given a more milde punishment. Lockhart was still under Nightshade's while she served as an omega in the Packhouse. This was the mildest punishment we could give her, since it was with her help I was able to locate Alfredo after he secretly changed the location where he held Gabriella and the boys. The first phone call I had received was from her. But Alfredo found out she was tipping me off, and used her to lure me into a trap. Where he used those rogues who attacked us to secretly inject us with wolfsbane, making us weak and powerless. Princess Sheila still came to the rescue, soon after Alfredo came to gloat while I was chained, and c

Melissa’s POV One month later.The gown in front of me was sparkling, casting glittering lights from its reflection as the helpers helped me don it.“It’s pretty, mummy,” Daemon said with his brother running behind him.The helpers stood at the door, stopping them from reaching me for fear of them ruining it.“Let them in,” I said, waiting for my boys to run into my arms.They came in haste, but mounting their distance, even as curiosity pushed at them to touch my gown.“My wife is going to wear one like this when I get married,” Damian said as he caressed the gown.I threw him a smile, bending as low as my gown would allow me to touch their heads. “Of course she would,” I said as I pinched his cheeks.“Are you ready?”I raised my head to meet Aiden as he stood in front of the room, dressed elegantly, for the matter. “I am.” The answer was no surprise for me as I straightened my gown while Aiden held out his arm for me.“You wouldn’t want to keep the groom waiting for too long,” he s

Gabriella’s POV I stood like a display doll in front of the entire Silverrose, as I listened to Alfredo give a glamorous speech to justify why he's an asshole.I can't wait for all this to be over so Alfredo can take me to see my voice. He has done all he can to break me, and since he wasn't succeeding, he stopped so low as using my boys, our kids to threaten me.‘I only want you Mel, we can make more babies,’ he said, holding a knife over Damian. My baby was so scared and called out to me for help but I couldn't do anything. Now in order to keep my kids alive, I'm subjecting myself to an eternity of hell on earth. But I can endure all that, as long as my boys are fine. The look on Farrell's face when I told him I wanted to be with Alfredo broke me every time I thought about it.Alfredo nudged me, which was his cue, telling me to smile. I forced a smile, as Alfredo took another gulp of wine.“You're mine forever now, Mel,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper as he brought out

Claire's POVToday makes it exactly four days since I saw Aiden and Alpha Farrell last. From what I was told, they suddenly got into their car and drove off. At first I was worried that maybe, somehow they'd figured out that Gabriella was in Silverrose Pack, but I called Alfredo and he confirmed that they never showed up at his Pack.I didn't take his words for it when he told me, but everywhere has been calm, and there's no way in hell that Alpha Farrell found Gabriella and Alfredo still have his head.“Don't get happy too quickly,” Anya said through the mindlink. “I’ve got a feeling that this is the calm before the storm.”“Yeah right,” I replied, rolling my eyes. “There's no storm coming. If there's one thing, the storm already happened and this is the calm after the storm.”“But–”“Not now, Anya!” I snapped. “Alfredo is going to mark and announce Gabriella as his Luna today, and we’re going to witness that alongside anybody,” I explained. “So, no matter what storms come after this

Alpha Farrell's PovHow we arrived at the location in the text was a total blur. The stone walls of the shrines were cracked and filled with overgrown vines.As we stepped towards the entrance of the shrine, the door to the shrine creaked open.“Ah, Alpha Farrell,” Alfredo called out gingerly, spreading his arms wide like he was seeing an old friend. “I must say, I'm disappointed you didn't send an official letter. I would have made your welcome, more… memorable,” he smirked.“Cut the crap, Alfredo!” I snarled, bringing out my claws, as I marched forward, Ora flashing in my eyes. “Where's Gabriella? Where are my boys?”“Your boys?” Alfredo chuckled darkly. “I think you're getting things wrong, Alpha Farrell,” he said, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. “THEY ARE MY BOYS. And as for my MATE, I'm sure she doesn't want to see you.”“Alfredo!” I growled, charging towards him.“Farrell!” Aiden called out to me from behind.“What?!” I snapped irritatedly, turning sharply to face him