A Trilogy Novels & Stories

"Let's go have a baby." Easy for him to say. … A note from the author: Thank you for reading The Valiant Trilogy! If you'd like to find out more about this trilogy or read my other series you can find information about all of my books on my website: www.authormeganmatthews.com Megan Matthews loves writing humorous romantic suspense featuring heroes with unbelievable abs, billionaire bosses, and heroines with attitude for days. She lives in Michigan with her techie husband, homeschooled son, their cat, and two guinea pigs.

Daniel whispered into my ears before letting go of my hand and moving out into the hallway. “Grace?” I turned to find Ken standing right behind me. “Are you sure Connor was trying to hurt Ty?” There was a shakiness to her voice that I understood all too well. Ken had trust issues, which is why she shifts from man to man in an hourly basis. And Ty and Connor had been our inspiration for a long time. They’d been dating for two years now and before that they’d been friends for nearly an year. What could have gone so wrong with them that they were suddenly behaving like this? And alcohol or not, Connor had always been the responsible one, the calm and steady one. To think that now-

Feel free to follow me at owlonmywrist. 3. After the prequel, I will start the Trios Legacy Series. It will consist of at least 8 books about the trios’ pups. The books will start 20 years later, when the pups start to find their mates and continue with the Riding Hood storyline, as well as the coalition of mythical creatures worldwide. 4. If you are interested in what I listen to when I write, you can find my “Creative Juices” playlist on Spotify. 5. You can also find another book that I’m working on and updating sporadically “Misfit Trials” on W a t t p a d.

Thankful that I can't feel anything anymore. My name is Cassandra Wright I'm 18 years old and this is my story, my life. I am from the Crescent moon pack or should I say I was until I had to run for my life. The Crescent moon pack is one of the largest packs in America and has some of the strongest warriors. My father is a werevolve and the Alpha of the pack my mother was something different a hybrid vampire-witch. And what does that make me you wonder I'm one of a kind a werewolve, witch and vampire. I'm a tribrid.

“I don't know. It was inches from me, burning its green eyes into mine and the next thing I knew...you were touching me.” He ran his hands through his hair with irritation. Pouting, I leaned my back against the bookcase with my arms pressed tightly against my chest. Out of nowhere, a book tumbled to the ground from the top shelf of the towering bookcase. Liam and I looked at each other intrigued. Bending down, I grabbed the weighted, brown book embossed with a gold triangular shape on the cover. The triangle had a latch, enclosing two lustrous-gold wedding bands; both engraved with flaming infinity patterns. Eyes widened, and Liam and I, were hypnotized by the shimmering beauty the rings hel

“It is a journey of power. You have to join forces with the Blue Britain pack and the Purple Front pack. Gather up to three hundred people and until then, you would know what next to do or you can summon me back then. If not.” she said and vanished into thin air. Trevor was stunned where he sat down. This was not what he was expecting. He had thought it would be something about some people trying to overrule them and did not expect it to be joining forces with other packs. And to talk about it, the Blue Britain and Purple Front pack, they were known to be the strongest packs in the wolf world.

He carried Gina past me without a moment's hesitation. I stood alone in the corridor, leaning against the wall and watching their retreating figures as tears streamed down my face. My back throbbed with pain, but it was nothing compared to the ache in my heart. I wiped away my tears and smiled bitterly at myself. I had come to the hospital today to confirm my pregnancy and tell Sebastian the news, but I did not want to say anything anymore. This was his third betrayal, and it would be his last. I did not want to hear his explanations anymore, and I did not want to forgive him again.

“There is no home for me there.” He grabbed my arm, his grip hard. “Stop being so childish. You’re coming home with me.” I wrenched free from him, but the force of my escape sent my shoulder bag crashing to the ground. Its contents scattered across the pavement—my phone, wallet, and a piece of family photo. Ryder’s eyes locked onto it. Before I could move, he bent down and picked it up, his eyes narrowing as he studied the faces of my triplets. “What is this?” His voice was low, dangerous. “Who are they?”

Ava’s POV The Wayland triplet shared a look between themselves and I figured they were thinking about their next move. Their backs were against the wall and they only had a few options that wouldn’t lead to their destruction and even in their pride and arrogance, they weren’t stupid and I knew that above all, they were going to choose to protect their necks first. “I don’t have all day, Wayland.” Lukan sighed. “You’re going to have to make a decision right away so we can proceed to the next phase. I’m sure you want this to end as quickly as I want it to.”

Sawyer said. He’d gone still in a different way than Roan’s stillness — not readiness, calculation. Ivy had watched him do this twice before: the report he’d altered, the boundary he’d drawn in the dark two nights ago. He was doing it again now, turning the print and the ash pit and the buried fire into something that made sense as a pattern rather than three separate facts. “They’re not tracking a trail,” he said. “They’re tracking a destination. This isn’t a search party casting wide. It’s one that already knows where we’re going.”