Novels by Mathew Jeremiah

Norman's POVThe drive to HornSide was a grinding nightmare. Every mile felt like a hundred, every turn in the road a cruel delay.The few warriors in the truck were sensible enough not to engage in any conversation that might get me irritated. Their ability to keep shut is a clear evidence they knew something was boiling inside of me.The image was seared into my mind. Her face, tilted up. His lips, pressed to hers. The soft light of dusk. It looked… intimate. Consensual. It was a betrayal that ripped through me, tearing apart everything I thought I knew, everything I believed we had. The urge to hit something, to smash my fist through a wall, through anything, was a constant, vibrating tremor in my hands. When the truck finally pulled up outside the HornSide pack house, I barely registered the sounds. The greetings from HornSide warriors, the excited murmurs from my own troops, all faded into a dull roar. My vision was tunneled. My focus was singular. I stepped out, my boots hittin

Riley's POV With Zoey increasingly absent, drawn to Kirk’s glittering, fake charm, I found myself adrift. The troop was busy, preparing for the upcoming battles, and while I participated in discussions and planning, my 'light duties' meant I wasn’t out in the thick of the physical training. It gave me too much time to think, too much time to feel alone.It was during this time that I found an unexpected solace. Damon.He didn't make a big show of it. He wasn't loud or attention-seeking like Kirk. Instead, his presence became a quiet constant. After the daily planning meetings, when the other commanders dispersed, Damon would often linger. He'd find me poring over maps, cross-referencing my notes on outlander patrols, and he would just… be there.“Still analyzing, Riley?” he’d ask, his voice calm, without the condescension I was used to from other high-ranking wolves.“Just making sure we haven’t missed anything,” I’d reply, looking up.He wouldn't dismiss my work. He wouldn’t offer e

Riley's POV Pregnant. Norman’s pups. The thought, once terrifying, now sparked a surprising joy. It wasn't just a baby; it was his baby. Norman, the calm, steady presence, the one who had always seen past the 'runt' to something more. The idea of carrying a part of him, of building a future that wasn't just about fighting, but about creating, felt… revolutionary. Elation bubbled up, a feeling so strong it made my eyes prickle. It was a secret, a precious, fragile secret, nestled deep within me.I looked at Dr. Walker, a wide, almost goofy smile spreading across my face. “Pregnant?” I whispered, the word tasting sweet on my tongue. “Oh, Dr. Walker… that’s… that’s amazing.” I couldn’t help the grin. “You have to keep this to yourself, please. I want to tell him myself. When he comes back, when he joins the troop, I want to be the one to tell him.” The thought of seeing Norman’s face when he heard the news, the hope and love in his eyes, was a powerful, driving force. It made everything

Riley's POV The morning after we arrived at HornSide was a complete swirl of exhaustion, lingering pain. My throat still ached, a reminder of Alpha Nate’s murderous grip. He had tried to kill me, the supposed ‘runt,’ and only Damon’s swift action, prompted by his silent authority, had saved me. And then, there Damon’s words, “To get you.” They had echoed in my mind all night, a soft, unsettling whisper that defied everything I knew about my place in the world. I had to conclude it was nothing serious, maybe he was joking.But there was no time to dwell. Right now, I had to attend the meeting. Karl had communicated the details to me in a text message.The meeting hall was a large, utilitarian room, dominated by a long, rough-hewn table. Maps and diagrams of the outlander territories, rough sketches of their bases, and notes from our recent infiltration were already spread across its surface. The air was thick with the scent of old wood, dust, and the sharp, anxious scent of many wolve

Riley's POV My throat burned. A searing, raw pain tore through me as I collapsed to my knees, gasping, sucking in ragged, desperate gulps of air. Each breath was a painful rasp, my lungs screaming for oxygen. My hands flew to my neck, massaging the bruised skin, trying to coax the air down. My vision, still dotted with dark spots from the lack of oxygen, slowly cleared. I coughed, a deep, rattling cough that shook my entire body. My eyes watered. The sheer shock of it, the cold, brutal reality of what had just happened, hit me with a force almost as powerful as Alpha Nate’s grip. He had choked me. He had tried to kill me. Right here, in the open, in front of everyone, or so it seemed. And nobody had seen it. Nobody had heard it. The thought sent a fresh wave of cold fury through me. As the air finally began to flow freely, and the dizzying sensation eased, I pushed myself up, my muscles still trembling. My gaze flickered to the man who just saved me. He stood rigidly, his back to m

Riley's POV “Alright, out we go,” Karl grunted, his voice weary but resolute. He helped me down, his grip firm and steady. Vinny, limping slightly but with a relieved grin, was already out, stretching his stiff limbs. Hardin, silent as ever, descended like a shadow, his eyes scanning the pack house. Zoey came to stand beside me, and Dr. Walker seemed to be busy gathering his medical supplies. The rest of the band were also out of their various trucks. I took a deep breath of the fresh, cool air, letting the familiar scents of HornSide wash over me. A wave of profound relief flushed through me, a feeling so strong it almost brought me to my knees. But the moment of calm was fleeting. My mind, still a little foggy, sharpened. This wasn't just about survival; it was about presentation. I had played a crucial part in the outlanders camp a night before. I couldn’t afford to look weak, not now. I straightened my shoulders, trying to project the confidence of a warrior who had just emerge

Gwen's POV“Rickard Gilbert. You have been found guilty of all of the charges against you. You are hereby sentenced to life imprisonment with hard labor” The judge gave his final verdict.I sighed with relief as I realized that all of my problems were gradually coming to an end.A month has passed since the incident. During the struggle between Andrew and Rickard at the warehouse, a trigger was pulled and a bullet went through Rickard's left leg.The case didn't hold immediately because Rickard needed to recover before he could face the court.Jake and Dr. James both testified against Rickard, and Fred presented the court with evidence indicating Rickard pulled the trigger on Brody.Elena's statement also helped with the case but unfortunately, she slipped into a coma.She was closely monitored by the police. As soon as she regains her consciousness, she will also pay for her crimes.Hopefully, she receives a lighter sentence because she was the only reason my sons were healthy and wi

Gwen's POVNanny Rose's memorial service was held in her hometown, and Granny and I attended to pay our final respects.We boarded the next flight to Oklahoma and returned home later that evening. The house felt incredibly empty without the children and Nanny Rose.It seemed like I was in a completely different place. I walked to the sofa and shut my eyes tightly.It has been quite an awful month for me and I don't think I will recover any time soon.As soon as I picked up my phone, I received a call from Andrew asking me to come to the hospital. My heart skipped a beat because I knew the hospital spelled bad news.Granny insisted on tagging along but I didn't let her. She has also been through a lot, which has had a negative impact on her health.I tried reaching Ricky to drive me there but he wasn't picking so I decided on taking a cab there.******“What's wrong Andrew?” I asked as soon as I saw him in the waiting room.There were numerous police officers patrolling around the area

Rickard's POVI stormed into the room where I had kept the children captive. Their instant sobs and screams became a nuisance to my ears.“Would you both shut up for fuck sake?” I yelled, throwing a wooden chair across the room, and the kids shook with fear.I made the room comfortable for them, I mean, I still remain their favorite uncle right?"I want to go to my mummy," Ethan stated, rubbing his cheeks with both hands.“Shut up you little brat, mummy is not coming” I yelled, slamming my hand against the wall vigorously.Elena rushed into the room as Ethan's sobbing became louder."Oh, poor child, do not cry," she said, stepping closer to Ethan. She sat on the room's bed and cradled Ethan in her arms.“You really don't have to scare them like this Rickard. They are our key to a good life” Elena said, staring at me intently.I scoffed audibly.“Since when did you start to care about the children and their well being?” I asked sarcastically."I am not a monster, Ricky, I have always h

Gwen's POV I watched how Andrew's face turned pale. I had no doubt that Rickard was on the other end of the phone. Andrew lowered the phone from his ear and stared at me without saying anything. “What happened?” “He threatened to harm the children, but I won't let him Gwen, I promise” Andrew said, taking my hands into his. "I know you won't," I replied, smiling lightly at him. He was the only person I fully trusted to bring my kids back. He was their father, he had the money and influence and I knew he was willing to give Rickard all his properties. He loved the boys that much. “Let me drive you home Gwen” Andrew offered. “I came with Ricky, it's only right I go back with him” I declined politely. “Alright Gwen, I will meet you at the house” Andrew said, softly planting a kiss on my cheeks. I got into the car with Ricky and he drove me home. On the way to the house, I could not stop thinking about how Rickard learned about our plan to ambush him. It only meant one thing, so

Andrew's POVI impatiently stared at the footage that captured how Rickard bulged into the house and came out with my children.“How could you be careless? You were assigned to look after my children," I yelled angrily, slamming my hands against the table.My phone began buzzing just as the chief of police was about to speak. It was an unknown number. I had an immediate suspicion that it was Rickard calling.I picked my phone and placed the call on loud speaker. The chief of police quickly asked his assistant to connect my mobile phone to the cellular location system in order to track down Rickard's exact location.“Hello big bro” Rickard said over the phone.“You scoundrel, where are you? Where are my children” I yelled vehemently over the phone.“Oh big bro, why are you being aggressive? The kids are having a little fun time with their favorite uncle” Rickard said sarcastically over the phone.My anger surged, and I could feel my blood crackling. If I ever get my hands on Rickard, I

Gwen's POV“No! No! No!” I continuously kept on saying. With every word I said, I took a step back.I almost lost my balance if not because of Ricky who supported me from behind.Nanny Rose lay on the floor in her own pool of blood, and the room's window was wide open.Ethan and Evan were not in their beds, and I could feel my heart breaking into little pieces. I released myself from Ricky's grip and ran towards the window.“Ethan! Evan!” I yelled at the top of my voice.Granny rushed into the room and was taken aback as soon as she saw the scene. She quickly took out her phone and dialed the ambulance.Ricky dashed out of the room to inform the cops about the kidnapping.I was left in shock and I kept on calling out to my boys, magically hoping that they would appear in front of me.I sat on the floor and burst into tears. My children were my weakness and if anything should happen to them, I don't think I would ever move on.I wished I had put them to bed myself, then maybe all this