Matheau Moore 소설 & 이야기

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.

She chuckles. “I expect to see her tomorrow. No excuses. Sick or not, she should be here.” I command. “Of course, Alpha. She gets sick everytime she’s away from you for far too long.” She laughs. This is Mrs Mateo way of saying Ainsley is bond-hungry for me. Ainsley isn’t my mate. Justin is. I leave Mrs Mateo and go to the kids to correct them. I know Mrs Mateo is the one encouraging Ainsley’s absurd behavior. Tell me why a girl will keep throwing herself for a guy, even when he keeps showing no interest.

It was him. Mateo Santiago.

Seeing as I would be fine, she got up and rushed to open the door. "Greetings Selene! The Alpha is ready to see you." The man from last night said. "Don't you think it's rude to interact with us twice without introducing yourself or is Selene Nightfall a joke to you?" Elaine said to him, and I watched as he became stunned. "Pardon my manners. I'm Beta Joe, Alpha Damian's trusted Beta." He said and then turned to stare at Elaine. "I hope that helps" he muttered as though he was mocking her.

“I did. Nothing backfired. And it went well. I can even consider it a successful meeting.” “You’re insane,” she hissed, stepping closer. “You think you can just walk into her life, into his world, and expect no one to notice? You think Xavier won’t figure it out? Do you really believe that he is going to fall for this?” “I went as Lorenzo D’Amaris. I’m an investor, nothing more. Xavier doesn’t even know I exist.” I said calmly. “He doesn’t know that I am back in the city just yet. And you’ve made it your mission to stay around him long enough, you know him more than anyone around here. You know that if he was aware of who I was, the men that he had stationed outside her office would have com

I would always come from the warriors Hall to the garden and from the garden back home where I would tend to my stepmother and both my stepsister's. “It is such a pity that you cannot get a decent boyfriend like mine.’’ Bethany exclaims, holding up the promise ring in the light making sure everyone could see it. She had not stopped blubbering about Kevin since the inauguration. He was apparently the boy from the other pack that had fallen in love with her at first sight. He was not her mate but Bethany wanted us to believe that. “That is not what I'm interested in.’’ I answer, walking into the kitchen.

They struck up a conversation while I looked at the black haired one intently, my goal was to make him squirm. He fidgeted uncomfortably,“So-” "Not interested.” I cut him off, a bored look on my face. But then I thought of Caelum and how this would piss him off, I smiled wickedly. Leaning forward, I asked in a faux curious tone, “what's your name?" He visibly perked up “Matteo." “Well, Matteo, why don't you give me your number and we’ll set up something.” I winked at him flirtatiously. He eagerly nodded, his eyes fixed on my cleavage.

He reached for the decanter with practiced ease and poured himself a glass, settling into the leather chair behind his massive desk. The liquor burned down his throat. He welcomed it. He needed the fire. The world knew Grayson Moore as a billionaire, a power player, a man untouched by weakness. But beneath all that, he was still the boy who had crouched in blood, held in his mother’s shaking arms. Still the child who had lost everything in one night. A long exhale escaped him, cigarette smoke curling toward the ceiling in slow spirals. It should have been Damien Lopez in that grave. It should have been his empire crumbling, his legacy buried in shame.

hear someone say from the other end of the table. Almost every girl is looking, but it was her gaze that was the most frightening. If I remember correctly, Zariah told me her name was Mareli, from the Passion Pack. her hair is a fiery red - not orange - that commands the attention in the room by itself. Her expression is hostile "Nah, just Fate," Brynn replies carelessly. Is a fight about to start here? Mareli narrows her eyes. "I seriously think it's cheating that you got to see Malik before anyone else. Especially since you broke the rules...Do you really think Malik is going to want a Luna who doesn't do what she's told?"

Matteo I gripped the armrest tightly, observing Britney swiftly closing in on Freya, and anxiety began to gnaw at me. A sigh of relief escaped me as my mate skillfully evaded her. However, the relentless onslaught from Britney persisted, effortlessly dodged by Freya. As the skirmish unfolded, my concerns for Freya diminished; she strategically used her intellect, giving me confidence that she aimed to tire out her opponent and strike back when necessary. It seemed she was the type of fighter who valued precision over wasting energy on unnecessary hits.