Novel & Cerita Does Matthew Die In The Great Alone

David started tying Matthew and called for backup when Matthew looked at Alan and said, "you have feelings for her right?" Alan looked at him and ignored him as he turned back and moved back to his car. Matthew screamed as he saw Alan Alan fading he knew he was about to die, "she will never love you but will hate you when she will know which monster you are". Hearing this Alan turned around and shot Matthew right at the centre of his forehead killing him instantly........

“Everyone who gets close to me ends up dead or haunted. I don’t know how Tony died, not really, but I saw things before it happened. And Layla—Layla’s blood is on my hands, too.” Matthew didn’t flinch. He looked right at me with the kind of calm that wasn’t human. The kind that made you wonder if he knew something you didn’t. “I’m not going anywhere.” “You should.” He reached out and tucked a strand of hair behind my ear. His hand was warm. Steady. The only steady thing in a world that had gone off-axis. “Eztli, I’m staying.” I didn’t believe him. Not really. But for a second, I wanted to.

“Sure that you two were finally ready to hear the truth. And now… you are.” Adrian didn’t move, but the tension in his body spoke volumes. His voice dropped an octave, sharp and controlled. “Where is he?” Jordan finally stopped. He turned slowly, his gaze settling on the two of them. For once, the smirk faded from his lips. Whatever he saw in their faces—guilt, desperation, fear—it was enough to sober even him. “Matthew went to the one place none of you would think to look,” Jordan said, his voice quieter now, almost somber. “The only place he could go and feel truly alone.”

I floated, a ghost in the air, and watched my own rotting body get wheeled into the pack hospital morgue. Three years buried in a marsh. I could barely recognize myself. The corpse stank of decay. Claw marks from the fatal attack were still visible on the wounds. My ghost, three years wandering, wanted to flee this broken shell. The door opened. Killian Reynolds walked in. The Alpha of the strongest pack in North America. My mate. The one who swore to protect me with his life. He stood over my corpse, his face a cold, blank mask.

He stood in front of me, covered in blood, giving his life so I could escape. "Why…" I wanted to ask. He had hated me so much, why did he still die for me? Before I could speak, Caelum's phone rang. He answered and listened for a few seconds, then his face changed. "When did this happen? Which way did she go?" "How long has she been gone? Why did no one call me sooner?" His voice dropped lower but grew tighter. "Fine. I got it." He ended the call and pushed the car door open. Rain poured in.

“I-I'm sorry, Alpha James. We're caught for the first t-time…” After Matthew uttered these words, he fell to the ground as well as his men beside him. I gasped from what I witnessed, turning my head at James. Levi and the other warriors checked them as soon as possible. They looked at us, disappointment written to their faces. “They're gone, Alpha James.” Levi declared. I pressed my forehead when I heard this information. The announcement that Matthew and the rest of his team are gone makes me annoyed. I just couldn't believe that the great hunters would die like this. They are legendary, and I don't know how Gideon beat them.

I didn't know if I would be able to cope with watching my loved ones grow old and die while I remain forever young. "Well then you better make sure I don't die," I told him. "That's my top priority right now baby," he said and I knew he meant it. "So what happened to Matthew?" I asked. I didn't want to bring up the topic but I had to know. I was too out of it last night to fully grasp what was happening, I mean, I was literally in a pool of my blood, bleeding to death. "He is gone for good, he's dead Clara," he said coldly.

“On the contrary, Matthew. I’ve made a lot of influential friends over the years. If you were to kill me, you’ll be hanged. I assure you my kind of friends will avenge my death.” Matthew cocked his head, holding the pistol steadier. “I suppose you believe that. Unfortunately, I don’t.” He cocked the barrel. “I cannot say it was nice seeing you again. Perhaps we’ll meet up again in hell.” Matthew’s eyes narrowed on his target as a gunshot blasted through the room.

Matthew has never cried in front of me. Matthew never cried. Even as a child, when he got hurt. I literally have never seen him cry. I can feel it. What he is asking. I can feel our mate bond. I’m just at a complete loss for words. Why didn’t he say something? Why didn’t my parents? Why am I only feeling it now? The first thing to go is my vision. All around the edges of my eyes things turn black, and then I’m out like a damn light. Bwah! Woman down! I can just imagine my headstone. “Died of shock when she found her mate.”

Some minutes ago Mathew almost died and then the next thing I know my Mom drops a bomb that has my world shaking. The devil sure knows how to keep the show going. I jerked up and felt arms around me. I didn't even know I had fallen asleep. I turned to look at Matthew who had his eyes closed. We were both tired and there wasn't a doubt about that. “ Mathew, Mathew," I whispered, waking him up and he groaned before he peeled his eyes open. “ Yeah,” he said, " We need to think of something, we need to find a way to get out of here, believe me when I tell you they're planning something worse for us and you know it's going to be terrible,” I said and he nodded.