Mateo Santiago Novels & Stories

Greg stood before him stunned by everything. “I had no one to tell, he did this to me,” Mateo went on while fidgeting on his nails. “And how do you know it?” Greg asked. Mateo remained silent. “Wait.. Dante Moritto or…” he asked with a puzzled look on his face. “Ohh shxt, man that’s fucked up, he is a total psychopath, but… isn’t he like married?” He asked as he sat next to him. Mateo nodded silently, he was so lost in thoughts about everything.

“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.”

The sound was a finality. Santiago laughed, a dry, harsh sound. "You're whipped by a club dancer with no pack name. It’s pathetic. Dante would have had your head for this." "Dante is dead," Mateo said, his voice cold. "I run the security. I run the clubs. And I run Victor Cruz. You want to talk business, Santiago? Talk. Otherwise, get out of my loft."

My Mate **

Someone stolen and lost and finally, impossibly, found. Watched as Diro Carter ceased to exist. And Mateo Fernandez was born.

There was no way he would trick me into believing such lies. “Yes, she is my mate,” Matthew declared, his gaze not wavering from mine. “I knew she was my mate the very first day I saw her, but I couldn’t say it, I couldn’t accept it. How can I tell everyone that my mate is a murderer? How can I look you in the face and tell you that the lady who killed your mate and brought you so much pain was my mate? I was too ashamed and heartbroken to say it to anyone, so I decided to keep it to myself and reject our bond. I even wanted you to kill her, so that was why, at first, I was urging you to kill her. But since you didn’t, I became so drawn to her. I tried my best to ignore our bonds, but no mat

He said as if that meant something. "What? What are you talking about?" "You're my mate." "You already said that. What's exactly is a mate?" He stood in the middle of the room. "A mate is someone who you are destined to be with for the rest of your life. It's why you feel the sparks when I touch you or why you're always thinking of me." "Who says I think about you?" I snapped. "Do you not?" He eyed me.

I started to tell him that I wouldn’t judge him for whatever his story might be, but then he began to speak. “There was a woman named Maribel, and her father was one of the wealthiest men in Santiago de Cuba. She was beautiful and was betrothed to an evil man. We met and fell instantly in love. She explained her situation, and I wanted to take her away from there. It wasn’t possible right at that moment, but I told her I would come for her after the war was over. I managed to take a leave of absence for one night, and we snuck off together. We didn’t think anyone saw us, but her father’s valet followed us. By the time he reported back to her father and they returned, we were caught in the ac

But who was I to judge? "I'm Jennifer, but you can call me Jenny. I'm Esteban's mate." Says the other with the curly hair. Jenny’s voice was very sweet sounding with a hint of Spanish accent in it. She looked cute but sexy in her black, slightly transparent blouse that had strings crossing over her chest in a shoelace style with leggings and shoes to match. I could believe that she and Esteban are mates. They looked like a perfect couple.