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Jake whined. "And the underboss was Mattia, he was immature but also at the same time cold." Keyton continued. "He also had a crush on Peyton when we were 10." Jake chuckled. Jayla widened her eyes. "Wait! A crush on Peyton! Is he gay?" Jayla shouted. "No way, it's just that Peyton had a face like a girl when we were kids and Mattia thought that he was girl." Keyton explained with a smirk. "So he flirted with him until he discovered that he wasn't a girl when Peyton went in the locker room for boys and showed his dick to Mattia." Max finished with a sigh at the end.

They were a lot of mate-less wolves in the park and half of them turned out to be that their mates were killed before they met and some had to watch them die in a fight after they had met and mated. Is she among the ones that their mates were already dead? Could it be her soul mate is dead or is she without a soul? If not why, why after three long years going to four she still hasn’t seen him? A certain white, almost paled face with tempting midnight blue eyes flashed in her mind and she remembered her wolf’s attraction to him on their first meeting before she knew what he was. Her wolf has never reacted to any man like that and yet she did to him and still did tonight even though he was yel

After my rejection, I turned to the organization for money and a roof over my head. I only ran because I killed my mate's wife, and he has no clue it was me. The organization helped cover it up, and her pup was taken. He thinks both died, but his baby is at the facility getting tested on. I smirked as I saw him crying over her dead body in the hospital. It served them both right. He should have chosen me. Mates are overrated and humans are fucking weak.

“You are not my crush, and I shall never have a crush on you! Your confidence chews you up.” The man chuckled. Their gaze wandered away to Ashlee’s side. “Oh!” said Matt and Riki in surprised reaction. “I thought it was an apartment. God forbid, I saw an angel!” said Matt with a grin. Matt reached out to Gaby and held her hand. “I’m not a good person, but God loves me anyway. He even sent my angel. Miss Beautiful, my name is Matt," he said. Gaby smiled. “Gaby.” “I just can’t help it, God; you’re so beautiful!” said Matt.

Now Prince was pimping him out. "Thank you" Matt replied Sergetti with shaky voice. "Then when are we going to start preparing for the sacrifice" Prince asked. He had left their former discussion "Do you have a permanent partner?" Sergetti ignored Prince to talk with Matt. He was definitely asking if he had a gay partner. If Matt had had some chances he could rely on. He would hold him by the neck and scream into his face that he kidnapped his wife. "Actually, I don't" Matt stared at his own legs. It seemed he was very shy.

Matt nodded eagerly, a smile already blossoming on his lips as he awaited the inevitable. "So, I was 14, and there was this boy, Ryan, from the Blackmore pack. He was a little older than me, probably like 15 or 16 at the time and I was crushing on him so hard. God... I'm embarrassed just thinking about it now," she admitted as her cheeks blushed a furious shade of red. Matt couldn't help but chuckle at her obvious discomfort and awkwardness.

"Oh God! Would you please stop being overly dramatic for once?" "Really?" He thought I was been dramatic? "I have no problem will you being gay, you know that, right?" Matt asked but I didn't know if he meant it or if he was only putting on front. Straight men are the same. They would never believe the theory of a gay man. Once you report to them that you have been molested by a straight man, they would ask you what you do to make them molest you. Like we fucking asked for it. Letting out a shaky breath, I sighed sadly. "Maybe I should just go home. It's already past my working hours anyways."

“No, he said nothing. It’s frustrating, honestly. I’m the one who took over the car company and my other brothers are just an empty bag of money. Maybe that’s why dad said nothing.” I think for a moment and am extremely tempted to know if his children know about Tom’s existence… I bite my lip and ask her, “did your dad get married?” She looks back at me, raises an eyebrow and says, “yeah. He married Matt’s uncle. That’s where I met him. I mean, first they got married secretly. I understand that was before the operation, but later, when they returned and he confessed to us he was gay, we all accepted it and prepared a big celebration for him.”

If they found out where she was, they would do everything in their power to kill her after he made her his mate. "Did you tell them about the encounter? Did you tell them I'm tailing her?" Matt asked Toffee with dismay. He knew he could count on Toffee. He had been a true brother to him, even though they weren't blood-related. But he didn't trust Drake. He knew Drake could manipulate Toffee because Drake had the upper hand for being the tribe leader. "Of course not, and I don't want you to suffer again, bro, like before." Toffee couldn't believe him asking that question. He had been on his side all along.

He turned his hand over, tangling his fingers with mine in front of everyone. The contrast was glaring. Across the table, Caomh sat bleeding, his pack fractured, his Beta sweating with hidden guilt, and his chosen mate shrinking in her chair. On our side, we operated as a single, flawless unit. We didn't need a fated bond to act like true mates. We had forged our own bond out of fire, trust, and sheer survival. Elder Foster, sitting at the head of the table, cleared his throat loudly. "The roasted pheasant is exceptionally good this evening. Let us focus on the meal, shall we?"