I Will Be The Matriarch Novels & Stories

I could feel them, using their sharp senses to analyze my scent. A Luna's power should have enveloped me like warm moonlight, but now it was so faint it was barely there. "Look at her," someone whispered. "Her scent is so weak. Is she really a Luna?" "An outsider is an outsider. She'll never truly be one of us." "Poor Alpha, tricked by an imposter." Caden’s mother, the Matriarch, emerged from the crowd. An imposing woman with silver hair pulled into an elegant bun, her eyes burned with an ancient authority.

“But you, my son… you are the true prize. Your body has adapted beautifully to the hybrid gestation. The fertility enhancements worked beyond my calculations. One more ritual tonight and the child will be born perfected immortal, powerful, ready to lead the new order.” Alex’s free hand tightened on his pistol. “I’m not your vessel. This child isn’t yours to claim.” The Matriarch’s expression softened into something almost maternal. “You still don’t understand. I didn’t just train Damian. I designed the entire bloodline protocol. Your mother my sister—was the first carrier. I am your aunt, not your mother in the traditional sense. But I am the architect. The true matriarch. Everything you are

"You’ve already lost it, Mother. Can’t you see the pack elders whispering?" "I’ll kill them all. I’ll make them watch." "And then who will be left? Just us, in a ruined Den, waiting for the executioner." "I won't be ruined! I am the Matriarch!" "You’re a ghost, and the pack has already moved on. Stop this farce before they take your head." "Is that all you have to say? You, my own blood?" "I’m the only one trying to keep your neck out of the noose. If you want to keep clawing at him, do it. But don't expect me to follow you into the grave."

Taller than even when she tried to act like a mother. “I was never just a maid, Valencia,” she said. “And I wasn't the only woman the Blackwoods and the Rossis tried to erase. My real name isn't Maria, you may be shocked because that is what you’ve known since childhood but honey, this war runs deep. I am the Founding Matriarch of The Silver Veil.” “The Silver Veil?” I echoed.

It was a woman with ivory skin and hair like spun glass—the Original Matriarch. The "Forbidden Love" hadn't ended the war. it had merely invited the real owners of the world to the table. Watch out for the next Chapter

Chapter 98 "She's Brandon's mom, Mother! I'm sure you know her name! Her name is Morgan!" Annie remembered the name because she had been hearing a lot about it from people and she couldn't believe that the Morgan was this rude and stupid. "So it's true! I can't believe that this is the type of woman that would have been your mother-in-law before but unfortunately, I can't accept Such a wicked Mother in-law for my daughter......! Annie paused her speech and turned to look at Morgan whose face was currently fuming in anger as she felt like punching her face.

He almost smiled. "When did you get so smart?" he murmured. "I married a paranoid warlord," I said. "It rubs off." Footsteps echoed down the corridor. Heavy, measured, confident. The tall woman with the war axe rounded the corner. Up close, she was even more intimidating. She had to be six and a half feet tall, built like she could snap a tree in half. The axe on her back looked like it weighed more than I did. "The Matriarch requests your presence," she said. Her voice was surprisingly melodic for someone so terrifying.

It was just who she was, trained into her so early it had become genuine. "I want to speak plainly," she said. "Please," I said. "I know about the Omega," she said. "I knew before I arrived. My father's intelligence on Silver Moon is thorough and your situation with her has been noted for some time." She paused. "I also know about the Matriarch shift. What she is. What the Mate's Claim invocation will mean for the pack's legal structure." "Then you're well informed," I said.

“Don’t insult my intelligence. You’ve known her for decades. If anyone knew how she was thinking in her final months, it was you.” He leaned back, fingers interlocked. “If I had to guess, yes. She likely named Maxmillian.” There it was. I smiled coldly. “Then we have a problem.” “No,” he said calmly. “You have a problem. The Matriarch’s will is binding. And frankly, Eric, I’m surprised you thought you were ever the heir apparent.” “She left me the colony,” I snapped. “The entire Western division. Do you think I built it just to hand it over to some uninterested ghost from her past?”

"You’re not a 'Functional Asset' anymore. You’re just a man with a hammer." He gestured toward a small, isolated shack at the edge of the cavern. "Take your woman and the boy. You have your week. But don't get comfortable. The Matriarch doesn't just use the grid to find people. She uses the 'Legacy.' And you brought it right into my house."