Lottie Matthews Novels & Stories

Signing the papers I placed the pen with a thud and stood up. “Let's end this from the root.” I looked at him determinedly and he turned around and looked at me confusedly. “I, Viviana Nash, reject you, Alpha Ezra Allister as my Mate and Alpha.” His eyes went wide as the pain slammed into him. But he didn't say anything, breaking my last hope.

Looping my hands under his shoulders for leverage I slowly started pushing in, trying to hold my wolf back as he wanted to take him all at once regardless of the pain it would cause. Once I was all the way in I held him close to me while he adjusted to me and once he was breathing more steadily I started moving slowly. It took a few tries but as I found his sweet spot and was hitting it more consistently I picked up my pace. I was grunting with the effort to stay gentle up the this point but once I heard Matthew's moans of pleasure I started moving at a faster pace. I lifted his hips up onto my thighs so I could get a better angle and started pounding into him so fast the bed started moving

,I sigh. "I just don't want to be paralyzed, I sigh, I want to shift into my wolf and run. I want to chase my pup and make love to my mate",she pats my hand. "only one way to find out, she starts to vanish, go back and see",she is gone and I sigh. I sit watching my body and sigh sadly. My mom pops up and we stare at each other. "you going back?",she hugs me tight. "yes I have to Mom I've been here for three months and my mate is falling apart. She is turning bitter and not wanting to be around anyone",she kisses my cheek.

When Beta Zack finished reading I can feel my mate's emotions, he is very touched but he didn't want to show his emotions. I can feel his pain, his love for his mother. I can read Beta Zack's emotions and mind. Beta Zack thinks 'He deserves all the love in the world, he looks so painful, his mother after so so many years wrote to him. should I go console him? But he doesn't like to show his emotions.'

I couldn’t believe I did that with Marcus watching. I looked at the tattoo on my hand. A black butterfly. I smiled softly. “It’s beautiful.” I tugged my strap a little higher and checked the tattoo beneath it, one I instantly loved. Then I lowered my skirt just enough to reveal the one near my waist. Chris really was an artist. “Let me take a picture of the one on your back,” Chris offered. I looked at him through the mirror and nodded. As he moved toward the table to grab his phone, Marcus’s eyes locked on me. Quiet. Cold. But I could feel the storm behind them.

“You've troubled yourself enough today so just get some rest.” My eyes blurred and my body swayed. What? “But– I am your Luna. I should stand by your side.” I spoke up again, biting my lips in a tremble. Whispers rose around us, chatters like incessant bee heaving. Arianna smirked. I glared at her, at him. Hatred was beginning to grow a seed in my body. I swallowed hard, “I'm your mate. I'm a yourate and your soon to-be Luna.”

Ariana cleared her throat and said, “Okay… okay… you can leave now… I will deal with this creep…” Valence shot me a concerned glance before disappearing. Ariana’s eyes glittered with greed as she stretched her hand towards me and said, “Give the box to me…” Not so easy b*****! I had betrayed my mate for this. I had to make it count. I hugged it close to my chest and said, “First I want to see my mom and dad…” “You are so funny, Kiara…” She said, bursting into dry laughter. “I mean it, Ariana. I won’t give it to you unless I can see my mom and dad!”

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.

She looked at the person in front of her as if he was a deranged animal, she looks towards Elijah to find him looking at Matthew like he was an alien from another planet and she mentally agrees with him 'me too buddy me too'. Matthew is wearing a honey-blonde wig that belongs to Courtney that she had worn once for one of the Halloween parties, the wig reaches his shoulder and dare she say that he looks terrible in it, the speaker is playing the song 'Who Runs The World' by Beyonce while he twerks with his back to them. Wait, scratch that he's not twerking he's trying to twerk but failing miserably at it by simply moving his butt up and down in the air.

Lily squeezed his hand reassuringly, continuing on. “Matt, I want you to tell me what you really feel. You know that I’ll always listen to you.” “Lily, I don’t think—” “Matt, it’s okay. You can cry. You can grieve. Let it all out. I’m here for you.” For a moment, Matthew thought about the past, the times when he was the happiest, the times when he was elated at discovering such a brand new feeling as if he had finally been given freedom from the birdcage that restrained him for years.