Jeanine Matthews Insurgent Novels & Stories

Justin, I presumed, always seemed to have impeccable timing when it came to disrupting my peace. With a sigh, I quickly assessed my options. Seeking refuge from his persistent advances, I darted behind a dense cluster of bushes, my heart pounding in my chest. Peering through the leaves, I strained to see who had disturbed my solitude. To my surprise, it wasn't Justin who emerged into view, but Mrs. Pierce, the Queen herself. Her regal posture and air of authority commanded attention, and I found myself holding my breath in anticipation. Her voice, hushed and laden with an air of secrecy, carried to my hidden position.

I wasn’t here to start a fight but I needed to see him, to look him in the eye, and to know for certain if the enemy I was hunting was sitting right in front of me all along. At the gates, I didn’t bother to knock. I pushed them open with one hand, letting the metal creak loud into the quiet night. I did it to let him know I was here and let him wonder why. By the time I reached the front steps, the door opened. Mathias stood there, he wasn’t dressed in council robes but in simple clothes, as if he were any ordinary wolf. His eyes, though, they were sharp, and calculating. “Alpha Graham,” he said, voice smooth. “What brings you to my door at this hour?”

Zara replied, as if I had spoken the words out loud. I changed into clothes that were left on the chair in the room. I don’t know why he would have women's clothes just hanging around. The idea of him having another female in this room didn’t settle right with me. I really have no reason to let the idea upset me, I don’t know him. It is very unlikely that he hasn’t had girls before. I had Jackson. Just the thought of Jackson made my skin crawl. How was I with him for so long? How did I ever love him? I finished dressing and left the room. Just like he said, my Mate was waiting for me. Mate. That is hard to wrap my head around. I have a mate. I thought I was destined to be alone for

she said playfully and watched as Matt almost pulled his head inside of himself like a turtle. “I didn't mean to embarrass you” she said softly and watched as he sat back to his full height and straightened his shoulders “I’m not embarrassed,” he snapped defensively then suddenly reached across Mj’s lap and grabbed the seat, trapping her in a human seat belt before he hit a bump and Mj gasped as she felt her rear end come up off the seat and she grabbed ahold of Mathew’s godly large bicep to keep from flying out of the cart. Mathew slowed the cart to a stop before yanking his arm from her grip and flying from the driver's seat “shit i’m sorry I didn't mean to touch you please don't tell the

“If she escapes and Blaise still lives, she’ll just be on the run again. We have an opportunity here – if we do this right we can kill two birds with one stone – free your mate and the city together.” “We’ve been working on a mass insurgency plan for some time now.” Mathew announces at my back, “but we’ve never had anyone on the inside so close to Blaise, or an Alpha we’re certain can defeat him in combat.” I can feel his eyes on my back, and while I never intended to aid a revolution, I have no problem with killing Blaise. “What happens afterwards?” I ask him solemnly, “I’ll gladly get rid of Blaise, but I have my own pack to run.”

How come he is giving every sign of being interested in the average looking girl who grew up with humans? "Mathew? You forgot what you were doing." One of the young women is Gianna, the beautiful and confident Mexican girl who has had a taste of every hot dick in the pack, including Mathew's. "You've been absent minded since morning, sweetheart, do you want me to take over the training? I can instruct you all and teach new tricks..." "Yes, yes. Do that, please," Mathew responds, only half listening to her. He is so caught up in Emily's beauty, the sight of her in sportswear.

"Eliza, the Beta says he'll cancel my eligibility for the Chief Warrior selection. What should I do? I worked so hard for this opportunity. I need the money to treat my sick mother. I can't lose this chance..." I looked at the message, then at Derek's smug face. He thought he had me cornered. I glanced at Ethan, whose eyes were pleading with me not to give in. But Sarah needed this. This wasn't just about my pride anymore. I straightened my shoulders and walked forward, every step deliberate. The crowd held their collective breath. Ethan reached for my arm, but I gently pushed his hand away. "For Sarah," I whispered to him. "Not for them." As I knelt down, all the cameras focused on my face,

"Hey, motherfucker, you good for checking it out and making sure we don't have a time bomb on our hands?" Matt looked at his lieutenant. "Go ahead you crazy motherfuckers," the LT agreed. This was all Stephon and Matt needed. The two men ran to the body. Matt glanced around at the still-burning buildings destroyed by aircraft. He wasn't letting his guard down. "Fuck." Matt looked at Stephon and then the insurgent. The world went a little darker in the recesses of his brain. It was a woman, shot to shit, clutching her dead infant, only a few months old. He repeated his friend's word, "Fuck."

Matthew sighed, he stretched out his legs, brought his wine glass to his mouth, and took a sip: “Painter Peter Wayne in country A is not bad at drawing. The script I wrote this time is also based on his original, right?” Mia frowned: "Matthew Johnson, you'd better quit investigating other people." Matthew shrugged: “I only investigate things that concern you. Peter Wayne is from a good background, his career is very suitable for Mia Joan, but as for Jennifer Johnson, I am not sure.” Mia was quiet and didn't say anything, she lowered her eyes to hide her emotions.

She raised her head and let out her hand to him to shake as she introduced herself. "Good morning, alpha. I am Dr. Kelly Madison and I am delighted to be at your serv---." "This is my mate," my mate cut her off as he turned to me and held out his hand for me to take. I stood up when he gently pulled me and Dr. Kelly eyed me up and down. "My mate, Suerinity, is your client from now on." "Oh, what's the problem with her?" her tone sounded a bit rude which my mate growled at. She immediately bowed her head and apologized.