Debbie Mathers Novels & Stories

Kieran walked in like he had been here a hundred times before. I hesitated. Then, with a deep breath, I stepped inside. The Matron’s room was nothing like I expected. It was elegant but cold. Deep red curtains framed tall windows, but they were drawn shut, letting in only thin strips of light. A large desk sat in the center, and behind it, a woman. She was older, maybe in her fifties, but everything about her screamed power. Her hair was sleek, silver streaks running through deep black strands. Her lips were the same striking red as the other women, and her sharp eyes locked onto me the moment I stepped inside.

She was the most excited about her coronation. I pretended to listen to her as Brady was busy looking at me like I was some lost treasure he had found. I tried to ignore his stares and figured this would be harder than I had thought. A constant reminder of the mate bond appeared in his eyes and consumed me. I found it hard to even focus on anything but Brady. I wondered how I’d switched so fast from Iron Lady Margaret Thatcher to softie Pattie Brown. Could I survive till Sunday? That was long enough for any significant change to happen.

She didn't get any replies from Kate and turned around to see her busy on her phone. "KATE!" Kate flinched in response, "What..." "Where is Deb?" "I’m here, sorry I’m late." Debbie said as she carried her makeup box and placed it on the table. Irene shot her a stern warning, and Deb immediately understood she shouldn't dare offend her again. "You can start now, I have an interview." *** "Ivy, you should watch this," Susan said, passing her laptop to Ivy. On the screen, Irene was smiling at the audience.

A female artist smiled, and grapsed Debbie's hand for a shake. Debbie's eyes widened “ The famous Josephine Morgan, I can't believe this, I've seen all your pieces and they are mind blowing, it's a huge honor to meet you in person.” shock written all over her face as she thought of a million question to ask. “ Well, Alex made sure I came over and I'm glad I did. You're without a doubt a very talented artist, we'll keep touch.” she commended, Debbie felt a whole new positive energy, she was more than excited, she was truly happy.

I promised. I grabbed my car keys and left without so much as a look back at the suite. The drive to the contestant hotel was not that long of a drive, truly, but traffic slowed me down. Miami rhythm, particularly now with all of the commotion of Miss World. Lights, cameras, chaos. Debbie was waiting at the contestant hotel, duffel bag in hand, sunglasses covering her eyes. "Thanks," she climbed into the passenger seat. "I don't know what's going on. Some girls were whispering something weird. about Giselle."

Debra slurred. Joe noticed her unusual tone. "Madam, where are you?" "Somewhere without Juan!" she said, hanging up. Erica hugged Debra and laughed. "This isn't fun enough! Let's do something exciting!" "Exciting?" Erica reached over and pressed the service bell. Soon enough, the manager came in with a smile. "Miss Mathis, what can I do for you?" "Bring me your hottest male models!" "Sure, just a moment!" Soon, a line of handsome guys walked in. Their good looks amazed Debra.

Maxim acted like a caveman that was obsessed with marking women. Debbie walked closer to me with a watery smile on her lips. “Talk to me, woman to woman. How was it? Best dick you’ve ever had right?” She did not even give me time to answer before she said, “I would know.” I was seething. There was only one reason Debbie ever came here. Was that why she was here?

Then, my gaze landed on the seventh. “55k,” I murmured, my eyes flicking to the name beneath it. Deborah Blackwood. I hesitated for only a second before clicking on her profile. My eyes darted across the screen, absorbing the details of her career. Wins: 1500. Losses: 2. A 1500-win track record? That was impressive. More than impressive. It meant I had a shot. That maybe—just maybe—I wouldn’t be doomed. “Three minutes left!” the officer called out again, his tone sharp.

“I didn’t take anything from you, Debbie. Please, let Matt go. We can figure something out. There has to be another way. Me. you can take your revenge from me.” For a moment, Debbie seemed to waver, her eyes flickering with uncertainty. But then she shook her head, her expression hardening. “No, there’s no other way. This exactly what I wanted, to finish you both here.” But then, she smirked as she pulled a gun from her back and said, “Okay! I’ll keep your child alive, but you have to sacrifice.” I galbed and mumbled, “I’ll do whatever it take to save him, but what if you tricked me?”

We entered the cozy space, and I bumped into someone, nearly spilling my drink. “Sorry!” I exclaimed, looking up to see Alpha Debbie. My mood changed in the blink of an eye. Debbie shoved me backward and said, "Watch where you are walking next time, bitch." She tossed her piping hot coffee into my face. "Oops, I'm sorry." She shoulder-checked me and strutted out the door. "Who was that?" Jordyn asked, sensing the tension and handing me a napkin. "Alpha Debbie," I said, frowning. "That's her. She is the one who wants Tay as her mate. The same one who wants you dead. Call Tay and get him to send some warriors to watch over us. I'd hate for something to happen."