Autumn The Matchmaker Novels & Stories

After the attack, Nicholas and Beatrice had decided to leave the pack house and settle on the outskirts of Avalon hills which was quieter and had denser forest. He shed his clothes, took a deep breath and transformed into his wolf. He was larger than most werewolves because he was an alpha. His thick white fur shone under the crescent moon. He howled and broke into a run. His powerful paws pounded against the forest floor as he thought of a number of things that could go wrong because of the Moon goddess's match. Or maybe he was just overthinking it. Just because an ancestor who also happened to be Gabriel Adams had had a mate who was human and a witch doesn't mean Selena was a witch. It was

My heart pounds, my breaths grow shallow, and I struggle to maintain eye contact as he stares at me with an intensity that’s almost too much to bear. Well, it seems I have to choose this one. I wonder if my mother will even be able to handle his charm when he shows up on our doorstep. This one is so handsome and rugged, with the kind of confidence that makes women weak in their knees. I laugh inwardly at the thought, imagining the chaos that might ensue when she sets eyes on him. Poor mom, she won’t know what hit her. "Ryan, I was thinking..." I lean forward, forcing a smile to hide my blush. "I think we're a perfect match."

"You did." "Look, I'm not trying to say that you're a liar or that any of these is a lie, but the thing is, I don't seem to know any of these things you're talking to me about. I'm not whoever you're taking me to be. My name's Winter, not Vinci and I'm a girl and not a man —”

When I struck the match in my cramped rental apartment, my whole body trembled with excitement. I could not believe the truth was so close to me all along, and yet it had taken me so long to figure it out. The second the flame went out, I caught a glimpse of a tiny red dot flashing outside the window. I calmly held up the burned-out matchstick and made sure she could capture it on camera. Then, I texted Vera. [I've already made my third wish. In a few days, you'll definitely come begging me to spare you.]

she said, her tone sharp with determination. She’d piqued Dexter’s curiosity, a spark of unease flickering within him. To be in Maverick’s inner circle, a person had to offer something valuable. Autumn, for instance, was the granddaughter of the reputable Helena Dawson. Helena, who had rescued her family from bankruptcy after her husband’s death, was revered; her legacy was alive in her only legitimate grandchild, Autumn, who bore a striking resemblance to her.

She threw him a wink, but it didn't hold the same playfulness as before. Before he could answer, a screech sang high and wild from that very room, snapping their gazes to the door. In the next moment, Autumn came rushing out, her whole face bright red. A thud whacked on the door a moment after she closed it behind her, but it was loud enough to make them all flinch. Without missing a beat, Autumn composed herself, and fixed the stray red curls that had freed themselves from her bun. “Nala needs another minute to get dressed.” She spoke in a whisper, as if the heat wasn’t glowing from her cheeks.

Autumn offered, pulling out her phone and hovering her fingers over the keyboard. “Eric Kingston.” Autumn’s fingers instantly froze. The warmth drained from her face. “Wait,” Rosaria gasped, her eyes lighting up. “Did you just say Eric Kingston? Like, the heir of the Kingston Group?” “Yes, that one—” The woman’s words faded into background noise. Autumn abruptly turned on her heel and walked out of the room, leaving her breakfast abandoned on the counter. Her colleagues stared after her in utter disbelief, whispering frantically the moment the door swung shut.

It meant Lucien had told the truth when he told me not all the tales were true. Other pages explained mates. Mates were not a silly idea. The books called them soulmates but it was heavier and deeper. A mate bond was a pull that sometimes started when a wolf’s inner self woke at eighteen. The wolf within opened then for most. The books said wolves often met their mate after that awakening. The moon goddess Selene watched over them, they wrote, and she chose who fit who. Their religion sounded old and fierce and very different from the quiet prayers I had heard at home since my childhood. This made me feel like a person under a new sky.

As I drive to the cabin, I try not to think of how I left things or who I left behind. The wind feels great on my face. I feel as though my problems are being carried away. This was a good idea. Its further than I thought it would be and I actually prefer it that way. "Hello, ma'am," a guy with a southern accent approaches me as soon as I pull up. "Hello," I say getting out of the car. "I am Garden White, we talked on the phone," he says offering me his hand which I take. "It's nice to meet you," I say.

“Ah, such passion! What a beautiful couple you make.” My face burned, and I raised my hand, shaking my head vehemently. “No, no! We’re not a couple.” Damon stood silent beside me, his expression unreadable as he rubbed the back of his neck. The vendor tilted her head, unconvinced. “Not a couple? Well, my dear, perhaps it’s fate then. There’s clearly an attraction between you two, stronger than you realize.” I could feel the heat rising in my chest. “It’s not like that!”