Jeanine Matthews Divergent Novels & Stories

Evan spins to his mother. Evan: "Didn't I give you the divorce paper that I sign?" He raised a question to his mother. Mrs.Jane bend to Jennifer who was standing frightened. She understands that Jennifer did something. Evan also observed his mother's gaze and glance at Jenifer. Evan slightly closes his eyes and takes a deep breath. He took out his phone.

Maybe saying something about his mate would help him feel better for some time. “She is…she is a light, I tell you. She isn’t like all those plastic model-looking botches who don’t know anything other than to pose naked or show some of their boobs. My Jane is sweet, timid, and shy and oh she’s also a brainiac. She was the one who came up with a solution when nobody could at Dante’s game company.” He paused and I frowned. Dante has a game company, why wasn’t I aware of that?

Vivienne also seemed a little surprised and then subconsciously looked at Matthew who was standing beside Hesper. Vivienne and Cheney were not listed in today’s guest list, so Vivienne’s expression looked guilty, but Cheney still had a smile on her face as if it was nothing more than a normal encounter. "Why are you here?" Matthew asked indifferently. Cheney smiled, pulled Vivienne behind her, and explained, "We came here after a thief. Have you seen a man who carries with him several different faces?" Matthew was silent for a moment. ‘What kind of description is this? Who in the world would have several faces?’

“You are going to be ruined before the sun hits the tree line, mate.” “You are paying for Elia’s share,” I shot back, planting my palm hard against his shoulder blade and shoving him forward. “Move your feet.” We closed the distance to Matthew’s stall. The scent of treated leather and heavy oil was thick under the canvas roof. Matthew was already standing behind the counter, his massive arms crossed over his chest. He was one of the survivors from the forest incident. The dark, jagged scars from the silver blades still lined his jawline, tracking down into his collar. Betty had pulled those silver shards out herself with her bare hands.

“Jennie” Damon whispered,like he was dragging the words out of his throat. “You need to leave.” I said,pressing myself against the cold wall.” Leave before you do something you’ll regret later. Before you get me in more trouble.” Darian stepped forward.” We can’t leave: you feel it too,don’t you?” “I feel nothing for traitors who keep ruining my life.”I spat,but my wolf betrayed me with a soft whimper. Damon was on me in seconds,not touching yet. Just close enough that I feel the heat rolling off him."You're our mate,jennie.Not her."

Power flooded through me, raw, ancient, merciless, pulling from every shadow, every trembling breath of the land, every living thread of the territory. The lamps shattered. Glass rippled like water. Floorboards pulsed under my feet. And the world answered me. “She is gone. Take what is yours. Rowan is waiting for you at the bay. He is of her blood. Kill him too… kill her. and we will be superior to all.” It said in my mind, making me smile. The smile didn’t reach my eyes. It wasn’t one of victory, not yet… not until I had all their heads. Not until I’ve seen them all begging for mercy.

“Not just mine. Hers.” Caleb leaned over my shoulder. “Self-hatred tends to breed tyranny.” “And she passed that fear onto Daxon.” I turned, anger flaring. “Made him believe claiming me would undo their entire dynasty.” “It would have,” he said. “And maybe it still can.” We kept reading. More names appeared. Dozens of Matron-born wolves labeled as “divergent,” “unstable,” “eradicated.” Each one with their own crest. Their own story.

Have you ever seen a pack where Luna is still neglected and treated like a slave, even after getting married? Well, that’s me. I’m Evelyn Matthew, a 20-year-old girl who is mated to the powerful Alpha John from the Silver Moon pack. He was my second chance mate, a sparkle of hope after my first mate cruelly rejected me. It was the most painful experience of my life, a memory that haunts me since I was barely 18. My parents are dead, and now I live in the slave quarters where most omegas and orphans stay and are mistreated by the citizens of the Silver Moon pack.

Mathew spoke in a very low and deep voice, and in that moment, the whole place around them rattled as if the words that he had just spoken held some deep and strong power. Gwen watched in shock as the statue above the door glowed up in flames, and its glowing white eyes looked right into Mathew. "Who are you, and what are you doing in this domain?" A voice spoke. "I am Mathew Johnson." "You are not welcome. How dare you come here?" "I felt a pull, and that brought me here." Mathew spoke, and this time his eyes blazed purple red with tinges of black, a very unusual eye colour. "This cannot be..." The voice gasped, and in an instant, the door opened, and they were led into a hallway where ther

Alia's POV I nodded quietly as Matthew spoke, but my thoughts weren’t with him. His voice faded into the background while my mind raced. Divine had tried to take my life. That meant she could try again. That meant I might be the only one she could use to transfer whatever she wanted. The fear I felt in the Blackthorne lands followed me as we travelled to the base. “Did you hear what I just said?” Matthew asked. “I heard,” I said with a sigh, keeping my eyes on the horizon. “But that’s not what I want to focus on right now. Everything that’s happened is enough. I can’t think about the battle.”