Cows Matthew Stokoe Novels & Stories

I had questioned traders who passed through Caine land, warriors who had once served under Ronan’s father, and servants dismissed after the massacre. Most refused to speak his name. Those who did lowered their voices first. The Ruthless Alpha. The Mad Wolf of the North. The Beast of Caine Territory. Every story changed depending on who told it, but they all ended the same way. Ronan Caine had murdered his own family. Then he had locked my sister beneath his home so she could never reveal what she had seen. The letters proved it. At least, they proved Mara was alive. That was enough. I lowered the pen. The metal nib scratched across the parchment.

The yelp rings throughout the room and gives me morbid satisfaction as I bite down again. This time, the bone breaks. I release to see the rogue limping away. I don’t have time to relish in the victory as I hear a deafening roar. I glance in Matthew’s direction, hoping to see that he’s triumphing in some way, but my stomach rises to my throat as I notice him pinned to the ground. His dark coat is wet with blood, and the surrounding wolves have their jaws locked around him so that he can’t move.

As soon as we walked in, the owner recognized us and came over with a big grin. “Hey, Emily! Out for dinner with Aden again?” Aden’s body went rigid, and Ivy’s face immediately darkened. She tightened her grip on his hand like she was making a point. The owner looked between the three of us, eyes darting to Ivy and Aden’s joined hands, trying to figure out our relationship. Aden cleared his throat. His voice lowered as he glanced at me, trying to explain himself. “You’ve got the wrong person. I’m not her mate, Aden. I’m James. Emily is my…”

They were the ones to buy. “Talk over. I will close the other barns and be back. Mira tugged Jack’s hand and whispered how much will it be if we got the cow, 3 sheep and 3 piglets?” “19 gold coins" Mira nodded as she tightened her hands around her money pouch in her basket. Jack knew what his money grubber was doing and chuckled. Mira ignored him and turned to ask Harry and Matthew “I want to buy the cow, 3 sheep and 3piglets. What do you think?”

This whole time she was always nearby, yet she didn't wish to see her only daughter. The sound of the floorboards creaking behind me alerted me to Matthew's presence drawing near. "You deserve to die for what you have done to our people." Turning my attention to Matthew, he stood with his bow raised, a new arrow now aligned with the string. Closing my eyes, I waited for the pain, but there was nothing. Instead, his scream of pain echoed through the cabin. Opening my eyes, I gazed at a dark brown, almost black wolf on top of Matt. The wolves' teeth were tightly clamped around Matthew's shoulder, causing blood to seep out onto the floor below.

he ordered. She let out a sigh as she turned back around to look at him and she noticed a big gray wolf with black and white paws standing in front of her. His snout was almost as big as her head and she watched as his tongue wagged from between his lips. She was pulled out of her thoughts when she heard him let out a loud yip. She tensed as she moved towards him. He lowered himself to her level as she watched his eyes glow yellow. “We are going to the Gen Coven first little mate so hang in there.” She heard the voice call out in her head.

“I’d love to meet her. So, what is it you do that keeps you too busy for a wife?” “I’m a movie producer.” “There you are, Matty…” Matthew’s mother, Deborah, her hair as big as before, swept up to the bar. The woman knew how to make an entrance. She’d exchanged the leopard print top and black slacks for a zebra print sheath slit up each side, revealing a shocking amount of leg. Still, those legs held enough allure to elicit open-mouthed stares from the college boys at the far table. “Ah, Mother.” Matthew rose to greet her, kissing her lightly on the cheek. He gestured to Mackenzie, who slid from the barstool to stand beside him.

Bessie asked furrowing her brows. "Yes I am." There was no need to hide it from them. They will still find out sooner or later, it's better if they find out from me. "Huh? How?" "I am his mate." There I admitted it. I looked at their faces to note their reactions. They were both staring at me as though I hadn't said anything then after like a minute or so, they looked at each other and burst into laughter. Bessie laughed out loud holding her stomach tight. I pursed my lips watching them as they laughed.

Carl called tugging on Dominco's pants, squatting a little Dominco tried to be on the same level with him,but it didn't seem possible, because Carl was just too small, "What's your name, uncle Mathew said it was long" Using his hands to describe how long Dominco's name was, which earned a chuckle from Dominco as the door opened again, revealing Matthew and a laughing Mae entered inside, carrying what looked like clothes with her,as she paused a bit to look around probably searching for nora as her smile turned into a frown on seeing Dominco. Standing up from his crouching position, Dominco saw the smirk on Mathews face and the frown on Mae's ,

“You need more.” Matthew reaches back and takes off his t-shirt and flexes his humongous muscles. He cracks his neck. I stare wide eyed at him and pull out my phone. I raise it and click a picture. Grey’s head whips to me. “Did….did you just take a picture of the shirtless Goliath?” He thumbs to Matthew. I nod slowly. “It’s proof. The girls are never going to believe this.” “Grey! Wes! Get in here.” Blade yells.