Novel & Cerita I'll Be The Matriarch In This Life Novel 275

Belle's perspective. The train ticket took me to a quiet seaside town, where I began a new life. There was a little bookstore in town, and I became the clerk who organized the shelves. The store was always hushed, with only two sounds breaking the silence: the rhythm of waves crashing against the seawall, and the soft rustle of pages turning. Joe's face, Ivy's words, the blinding lights of that celebration banquet–they all began to blur, as though fading into the distance.

With a jagged breath, I linked Dominic. When he picked up, his voice was a cold, arrogant bark. "What? Finally decided to grovel for the Stone treasury gold?" My eyes were frozen pools of amber. "The Matriarch has crossed the veil. She’s gone." The line went silent. I could hear Dominic’s breathing hitch. "My mother? When? Just now?" "Yes. Come to the clinic. Just you. If you bring Freya or Vanessa, I’ll bar the doors with my own claws," I replied, my voice a frigid, unyielding blade.

My heart hammered against my ribs like a trapped animal, and the sexual tension between us and the Matriarch was so thick it felt like a physical weight pressing us toward the floor. Iris’s hand squeezed mine once, so hard it hurt, as if she were making the final decision right there in the blood-red glow. She took one slow, deliberate step toward the pedestal, her eyes never leaving the book. The blank pages began to glow brighter and brighter, the light reflecting in the gold of the Matriarch’s eyes. And I knew, with a soul-crushing certainty, that whatever Iris chose to do next would change the world. It wouldn't just be about us anymore. It would rewrite the history of every Wolfe and ev

I asked. Vira snorted. “Controlled by the Matriarch.” At my sour look, she shrugged her shoulders. “Better than living with her. She’s a right bitch, that one.” She chuckled then pounded the table. “This troubles me. Enough that I’m going to involve myself.” Her bright, blue eyes tingled with silver met mine. “Alpha, watch your borders. Keep everyone inside ‘em. And make a plan to get your mate back.” Her eyes raked me up and down. “Mother knows you need her.”

She was falling deeply in love with him. One day a letter arrived from the city. It was from her mother the Vane matriarch. Hannah did not open it immediately. Instead she walked to the edge of the property looking out over the valley. She thought about her mothers words, about the idea of a lineage being a fortress.. Hannah did not want to be a part of that world. She wanted to create her life, her own way.

Lydia glared at Adrian before forcing a strained smile toward her guest. "I'm so sorry, Mrs. Gillan. Please excuse the commotion." Lydia smiled awkwardly, then grabbed my arm and helped me to my feet. "She's the young woman I told you about. Her name is Claire Milton, the one the astrologer said has a healing presence." The moment I saw Susan's face, memories from my past life surged back. Her only son, Charlie Gillan, apparently died of cancer the night before my wedding. Her eyes were hollow with grief, but when she looked at me, a fragile spark of hope flickered within. She reached out and clasped my hand tightly.

My voice rose, louder than I'd have ever dared to speak to any alpha just a few days ago. But this wasn't just me speaking. This was about my mate. The first man to ever make me feel like I had a home besides Nathan. "There is a lot we know that you don't, for your own good, child." Master monrei said. "Including what actually happened during the great war."

“Queen of the Ashes. Heir of the Forgotten Goddess.” Elara closed her eyes. For the first time, she did not deny. She did not flee. She accepted. The flames wrapped around her, and the ruins trembled with awakening power. ---

They put it above her grave. She knows how Cassandra feels. She can't blame her since they suffered trauma, tragedy, and misjudgment in their life. Cassandra was like her. She saw her reflection to her. Her mom died early and her dad always running from the thugs and she was left alone to live. Everyone looked down on her and hurt her but in the end, she rose like a queen and stomped everyone comes her way. She became unbreakable from the mistakes she made in her life. She learned one thing that betrayal isn't what makes you feel better, it will only make your life harder. You will ruin your future. "Let's go, baby. Let's have some cold craze!", Lucy took Austin's hands and promise him to bu

The Matriarch of the auxiliary line the old female currently celebrating her sixty-winter cycle—swept into the sector, flanked by a defensive wall of blade-warriors and bloodline descendants. "Grandmother! A completely rabid stray has breached the inner sanctum!" Sorelle Mistfang wailed, launching her physical form directly to the old female’s flank. The old matriarch, a lifelong border mistress who prided herself on preserving her youthful pheromonal allure, retained pitch-black hair strands despite her sixty winters and projected the arrogant, untouchable aura of old territory wealth. She deployed a withering, lethal evaluation scan across my frame. "Identify your lineage parameters and yo