Matheau Moore Novels & Stories

How could no one have expected this? Matteo.

Then a hand went up. “It’s y equals mx plus b.” I turned toward the voice. The guy sitting next to me was Hispanic. Sharp jawline. Curly hair. Blue eyes. Arms like tree trunks. “That’s correct,” Mrs. Payne said. “And your name?” “Marcelo,” he replied. “My name is Marcelo.”

"Which species?" Sophia hesitates, collecting her thoughts before speaking. "Well, there's one in particular who might be willing to help us. His name is Papa MoJo, and he's a powerful VooDoo Priest who has a history of clashing with Shade. He's a respected houngan in the Voodoo community, and his knowledge of the spiritual realm is unmatched." Kie looks at Matt, "is he the one from one of your visions?" he asked. "Yes."

𝙸 𝚃𝚁𝙸𝙴𝙳 𝚃𝙾 𝚁𝙴𝚃𝚁𝙰𝙲𝙴 𝙼𝚈 𝚂𝚃𝙴𝙿𝚂 𝙱𝙰𝙲𝙺 𝚃𝙾 𝚆𝙷𝙴𝚁𝙴 𝙸 𝙲𝙰𝙼𝙴 𝙵𝚁𝙾𝙼. "𝚈𝙾𝚄 𝙻𝙾𝚂𝚃?" 𝙸 𝚃𝚄𝚁𝙽𝙴𝙳 𝙰𝚁𝙾𝚄𝙽𝙳 𝚃𝙾 𝚂𝙴𝙴 𝙰 𝚃𝙰𝙻𝙻 𝙼𝚄𝚂𝙲𝚄𝙻𝙰𝚁 𝙵𝙸�

Maybe they were wrong. I found a training room again, smaller this time, more intimate. The scent of sweat and steel lingered in the air. A single training dummy stood in the center of the mat. I approached it slowly. My fingers curled, itching to strike again. Before I could decide whether to obey the urge or resist it, I heard a sound, soft, deliberate. A footstep. I spun around and found him in the doorway. Alex Moore, Wearing all black. Hair damp from a run. Eyes the same storm-gray that haunted my dreams.

another growl from him. I glanced back at Alyce, who was quickly gaining her composure, and then back to him, “Listen Mr. Growly, I don’t care who you are. Alyce is my priority. I will move when she is ready for me to do so and not a second before. My name is Matheau. I am the son of the Deltas for this pack. Alyce is my best friend and my sister. Now unless you want her to bolt out of here the second she finishes processing this information overload, I suggest you back up.”

“Gale, can you help me with something, please?” “Here.” Damien places the water down beside my plate and I shake my head at Damien when I feel him trying to open the mindlink again. “He is the spitting image of Coal.” I hear Flame’s hushed voice from the other room. “Like actually identical, down to the dimple in his cheek and the flecks of black in his irises.” “He is fit. Is that why you’re acting so crazy?” Her friend replies. “I’m not sure how it’ll work since Darius likes you, but I say, if you want to pull him, go for it.”