Mateo Santiago Novels & Stories

“Y-you what?” “I told him no,” Bryce said, voice firm now but still calm—no raised volume, just unyielding certainty. “A bond is not something to discard in a moment of pride or anger. It is not weakness. And it is not optional.” He leaned forward slightly, elbows on the table, his presence filling the space without crowding me. “You are his mate, Sarah. The bond was formed the moment you agreed to it. Hunter may have lost his temper last night—God knows, I’ve seen him snap before—but I will not allow him to throw that away like it’s nothing.”

"You are speaking to me as if we share a personal connection. We do not." Caomh stared up at me, his golden eyes widening in shock at the complete lack of warmth in my expression. "I am not your former mate," I continued, making another precise stitch. "I am not the girl you embarrassed in the southern courtyard. That girl is dead. My name is Luna Arden. I am the co-ruler of the Northern territory, and you are a political refugee bleeding on my examination table." The words hit him harder than the boulder in the canyon pass. I was completely stripping away his illusion of significance.

Costa looks at me then Simon, “I want a sip of that beer next. Mateo Santiago Fernandez the gang lord of Mexico. Beer. Come!” He says as he demands Simon to give him his beer. I indicate for Luke and Callum to stay as Simon walks out with me to Brian. “Find out everything about Mateo Santiago Fernandez and see what his tie is with the children disappearances that happened a few years ago in Connecticut.” Brian nods and then makes his way towards the computer station we set up close by. Simon and I make our way back inside as Costa now looks a bit more like himself, “Bonus question, you get to finish your beer and sandwich after

Matteo, who had girls practically lining up like they were waiting for concert tickets? Let's not forget he's Santiago's brother and I already agreed to go out on a date with Santiago. I can't deal with two bad boys the same night, and definitely not when they were brothers. My stomach twisted painfully. Oh no. No no no. This was exactly how those campus gossip pages got their content. “Matteo,” I breathed, “I… tonight…. It's impossible. I can't go out on a date with you.” He nodded before I even finished. “Why? Because you already said yes to Santiago.” He said it so casually, like he wasn’t confirming the beginning of my emotional crisis.

"Bro, are you crazy? It’s almost three in the morning. I’m already in bed, and my father has me running a board meeting at nine. Can we just do it tomorrow? I'm exhausted." Mateo slammed his glass down, his jaw tightening. "Fine." He hung up and immediately dialed Santi. "Santi, get up. We’re heading down to the docks." "Man, I can't," Santi groaned, the sound of loud music and a woman's laughter echoing in the background of his call. "I’m at a private after-party in Salamanca. I’m completely wasted, Mateo. Call Leo."

He patiently waits for a few seconds until the call finally connects. "And to whom do I owe this miracle, the moon goddess or someone else?" Maite mocks from the other side. "Have you finally remembered that I exist? Do you want to send someone from the other side, a powerful alpha?" That makes Ragnar growl. Maite is a renegade of the Claro de Luna pack, but she chose to be one for very personal reasons that Ragnar fully understood when he found out. He never lost sight of her anyway and they were always in contact. She ran away from her abusive father when she had just turned 16. She had been systematically abused by him since she was much younger, and one day she couldn't take it anymore a

All of a sudden she spun around and enquired sternly, "Who are you?" I smiled as I got on my feet. "My name is Jason Dutton, I am a 25 year old chess player and a criminal master mind. Chess is the game plan. I play in the tournament, using the plan I will be using during my next heist. If I win I use it, if I lose I change it.

Lyra's Point of View It wasn't just that the world had tilted; it had been split in two. Lyra the Omega, the survivor, and the bartender wanted to crumple, scream until my voice gave out, and let the tidal wave of despair pull me under. But a newer, stronger being, Lyra the mother, was pushing that part aside without mercy. Someone had broken into her territory and stolen her cub. A cold, sharp rage was freezing the panic in my veins and turning it into a weapon.

“And she had no hand in the death of your, mind I add, her mother too. The woman died by the man that we all deem an enemy, and unfortunately…” “His son is her mate,” I said, stopping the man. “Do not think me a fool. Bartolomeo has worked with his mate’s murderer, knowing that he has killed her. He chose his profit over my mother’s death, the woman that he called a lover, and rather than doing everything that YOU can to avenge your daughter, you both held me back.”

His fingers trembled slightly, and the tips were an unnatural gray. The elder sat to one side, watching me with heavy eyes. Two women stood nearby, relatives of the elder who had been assigned to "look after" the Alpha. One was named Lira. The other was Sera. "This is the one from the Vex Pack?" Lira looked me up and down. "She does not look like much." Sera said nothing. She just stared at me with cold eyes. The elder spoke. "Athena Vex. You have arrived. You will be told what to do in due time."