Does Matthew Die In The Great Alone Novels & Stories

He crouched in front of me, one hand caught my chin, his eyes cold — but I saw the vein at his temple jumping. "Last time. Where is Sera." I looked at him. I wanted to say: Damien, your sister wasn't killed by us. She is still alive. But I couldn't — the blood oath had locked my tongue. I just looked at him, and shook my head. The moment the Mate Bond tore loose inside my body, I heard the sound that came out of me — the sound a small animal makes when it's being crushed. When the rite was finished, he didn't leave at once. He stood over me, silent, for a long time.

"Adrian will definitely pay the price." … Matthew and I sat in the public gallery on the day of Adrian's trial. We thought everything would be settled today until a medical parole was granted. Adrian looked at us mockingly and smirked. On the other end, Matthew clenched his fists again before slowly loosening them. As we trudged out of the courtroom, Matthew squeezed my shoulder hard and questioned bitterly, "Why do the good die young, while the evil ones live on and get away with everything?" All I could do was pat him on the back. The next time I received news about Matthew was that he and Adrian had both fallen from the building.

The wine glass in his hand shattered with a sharp crack, blood dripping down his fingers. The banquet that night transformed into a reunion celebration, and it ended with the Alpha King announcing my mating ceremony with Marcus. However, the night before the ceremony, Jeremy kidnapped me.

Damien looked at Ethan and said gravely, "I haven't officially marked her yet, so we're not truly mates." I was shocked by Damien's response. His greatest wish had always been to marry Sarah and become true mates. I never expected him to say something like this. Ethan was also surprised but said nothing, simply opening the door to let Damien in. "Would you like something to drink?" "No need. You must know why I'm here. Tell me, how did Emily die?" Ethan countered with a question: "Does it matter?" "Of course it matters. I was her mate once. I have the right to know."

he nuzzled his nose in my hair and put my head on his chest. "I love you, Matty," I whispered as I felt myself fall into a dark abyss. "I love you, it was always you." His hands grabbed my bottom and squeezed it. "Thinking about that lover boy will not bring him back," I heard him growling. Do I care? No. "You are wrong, I'm glad I've spent so many wonderful moments with him. He will always be in my heart." I whispered, accepting the reality. The last thing I saw was his face as his red eyes flowed with fury. The last thing I heard was someone knocking loudly on the door. The last thing I felt was free and my body being lifted. The last thing I know was Mathew was dead. ****

“That’s not funny, Uncle.” But he didn’t laugh. He didn’t even blink. The air in my lungs turned ice-cold. “No,” I whispered. “That’s impossible.” Uncle Sandro exhaled heavily. “Eloise nearly ran him over, Elijah. He’s alive.” I took a step back, my mind refusing to process what I was hearing. Matthew? The same Matthew who died years ago? The same man Eloise mourned? No. I clenched my jaw, forcing myself to breathe. “Where is he?”

"Matthew's parents brought him to the Hospital on the day of the accident, but he never woke up anymore and was declared dead the next morning. He's dead, Abby." "What? No, it's not true, Auntie. You're lying." I cried and tried to sit up again. Auntie pulled me up this time and wrapped her arms around me. "You're lying, auntie. You're lying. Matthew is not dead. Is not true, Auntie." I cried. "Abby, it's true. You're uncle went to his burial." "No!!!! No!!! No!!! I don't believe you, Auntie. Matthew is not dead. He's not dead." I bawled.

Their dresses were ripped and bloodied but they were alive. Matthew. The man was brilliant. I assumed he said nothing in fear that I would be mad. They cut holes in my house, but by the look of the space it wasn’t anything fancy. Just a hole behind the sheetrock. Maybe 400 square feet. It was tiny. He saved lives tonight, and now he was most likely dead. “Where did they say they were going?” I asked. “To Mr. Julian. Matthew thought everyone else was dead.” She stared at Julian, her eyes heavy with accusation.

Every emotion claims me at once. She can’t die. Not after everything and not like this. I feel it in my heart and soul that I don’t want her to die now. I can never watch life fading away from her eyes. My breath is stuck in my throat but when I look at her closed eyes, I finally breath. I have to do something. That’s my first thought. “ Shit! I told her to stay at the pack house. How can - how can this happen to her…” Matthew is already crying, because he knows the chance of her survival is one out of hundred.

“Someone call a doctor.” Matthew finally snapped out of his daze and rushed forward, dropping to her side with panic written all over his face. He called her name again and again, shaking her gently, but she didn’t respond. His jaw tightened as he carefully lifted her into his arms, holding her as if she were something fragile. As he stood up, he paused. Slowly, his gaze lifted to me. I stood beside Hades, unimpressed by the scene in front me, my expression calm and unreadable. Matthew looked like he wanted to say something, but then his eyes flicked to Hades, whatever courage he had died instantly.