Ema Matthews Novels & Stories

"Tomorrow is the deadline, have you seen your mate, have you picked your Luna, tell me, who is she?" 'Hazel, I don't have a mate yet, but I could pick someone right, after all, the late alpha married my mother when she was not his mate." "But he was in love with her?" "Where did you get that idea that my mother is the alpha's love? If she was he would have saved my mother, not Leonid's mother, he would have crowned my mother the Luna, not the almighty Berry, as the Luna, my mom was practically a tool to get the crown, such a selfish man and a user."

𝗜𝘀𝗮𝗮𝗰 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗜 𝗲𝘅𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗴𝗲𝗱 𝗮 𝗾𝘂𝗶𝗰𝗸 𝗴𝗹𝗮𝗻𝗰𝗲 𝗯𝗲𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗲 𝘄𝗲 𝘀𝗽𝗿𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝗮𝗳𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗺𝗮𝘁𝗲𝘀. 𝗜𝘀𝗮𝗮𝗰 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝘀𝗲𝗱 𝗚𝗮𝗯𝗲 𝘂𝗽𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗶𝗿𝘀 𝘄

Not even 2 minutes later, she replies. Lexi: Bitch I know you’re lying! You don’t even have a job! Me: You’re right. He bought it. I send her a photo I took of Matthew at the restaurant we went to after we viewed our house. He looked smoldering in his business suit and with the way he styled his wavy black hair, it gave a total Patrick Dempsey vibe. Lexi: Well he is certainly nice to look at. Who is he? Me: Matthew. He’s CEO of Christensen Financial Group. I met him a while back and things are going great. He even took care of my Tyler problem.

Something strange and addictive rushed through me. “You need to stay here, Eila.” I stared at his half-open lips. Thoughts I didn’t want flooded my head as I lost my breath. I whispered in pain, “I know you feel it too, Marcus… You’re my mate.” I shook my head, not believing what I heard from my own mouth. He glared at me, deadly serious. “Stop spitting nonsense.” “You don’t believe me?” I shoved him hard enough to slip away, but before I reached the door, Marcus caught me, pinning me against the wall.

“Have you found your mate?” I nearly dropped the spatula. “No, Mama! It’s not like that!” I said quickly. My cheeks felt hot, and I turned back to the stove. “I was just wondering... what does it feel like?” mother’s smile softened, but her gaze lingered on me for a moment longer, as if trying to read the unspoken thoughts behind the question. “It’s… it’s a feeling like no other,” mother finally said, her voice quieter now. “Like your whole world shifts, and suddenly, you can’t imagine it without that person. It’s scary but beautiful , because you know you’d do anything for them, even if it hurts.”

ZARA I exhaled as I watched Matthew walk out of the courthouse with his security team around him, blocking the paparazzi access to him. I just told him I loved him. After years of anger, desire and passion between us. I finally said those words and honestly it felt good, really good. “Our men,” Vic said, standing beside me as Matthew and Evans walked out of the exit door. “Hmmm,” I muttered. “But did I read your lips right,” she said and I turned to her with my eyes widened. “You said it to Matthew, didn't you?”

EMMA: Oh, you’d love that, wouldn’t you? MATTHEW: Absolutely ;) EMMA: You pig. MATTHEW: Oink, oink, baby.

I beg him. "No," he said. "Colb-" He cut me off and angrily say, "if there is no problem then know that your mate is always the problem here." "Excuse me, my mate is the problem? Jenna has done nothing wrong here," I defended my mate. "Oh yeah maybe if she didn't want to go today or broke the law by becoming a human nothing of this will happened," he said and I scoff at his words.

“Good. We’ll start easy.” There’s one person who doesn’t look thrilled. Her name is Mara. I think she must’ve joined after I left for the Nate Games. She’s the only other female here—tall, lean, with dark braids that swing behind her when she walks. Pretty, but cold. At first I thought I was imagining it, but it’s clear now. The way she barely answers when I speak. How she passes things to everyone else with a smile, but sets them down in front of me without meeting my eyes.

Matthew sighed as he made his way into his apartment. He had received yet another rejection for the job he applied for, and he ran his fingers through his hair roughly. Zendaya wasn't responding to his texts and this made him on edge as she was the only one who could bring him out of the hell he was living in. If things didn’t change, he would have to move out of the luxurious apartment, as he wouldn’t have the money to finance it. “Hello, Matthew,” he heard someone say to him, and he quickly turned on the light so he could see who it was.