Novel & Cerita Matriarch

"Tomorrow is the deadline, have you seen your mate, have you picked your Luna, tell me, who is she?" 'Hazel, I don't have a mate yet, but I could pick someone right, after all, the late alpha married my mother when she was not his mate." "But he was in love with her?" "Where did you get that idea that my mother is the alpha's love? If she was he would have saved my mother, not Leonid's mother, he would have crowned my mother the Luna, not the almighty Berry, as the Luna, my mom was practically a tool to get the crown, such a selfish man and a user."

My name is Erica Mareen, I was born into the moonwalk pack. I am the only child of my parents, the alpha and the Luna of this pack. I grew up not knowing who my mother was because according to my father she lost her life trying to give birth to me as a pup. My father has been really sad after losing my mom, it shows on his face all the time. Losing a mate can be very drastic and it takes only the strongest wolves to overcome such tragedy.

"I already had people pick out a plot of land for you in the southern suburbs. I'll hire the best designer to recreate Rosa's old house exactly as it was. All the furniture, decorations, and even the tree in the yard… I'll have everything moved there for you." "Recreate?" Tears instantly flooded Gianna's eyes. "Can you recreate memories? You used to say..." "You need to move on." Matteo seemed somewhat impatient now. He picked up his cigar again and took a drag. "Since she asked for that land, I can't refuse. This affects my future authority in the family." "Matteo, my grandma saved your life!" For the first time, she used that debt as leverage, begging humbly. "She pulled you out of a pile

As they pulled through the massive iron gates, Aubrey gazed out at the sprawling fortress. "So this is the stronghold," she whispered, awestruck by the scale of the stone structure. "The ancestral seat," Travis explained. "The former Luna and my father have their own modern estate in the city, but they prefer staying here to be with the Grand Matriarch." Aubrey felt a fresh wave of nerves. The Grand Matriarch, Travis’s grandmother Maricar, was the elder female of one of the most powerful bloodlines. She felt like an outsider about to be judged by a court of wolves.

At the center stood a dais, and seated in a perfect circle around it were thirteen thrones. The First Houses. Each elder a sovereign unto themselves. Older than kingdoms. Stronger than empires. United only by blood and the lust for dominion. At the circle’s heart was Seraphyne Valcoran, High Matriarch of the Black Rose, whose rule stretched back to the Age of Wyrms. Her hair shimmered like spun moonlight, her eyes fathomless voids. Her presence pressed against the chamber like deep water, silent, but suffocating.

I stepped forward, but Rowan gently placed his hand on my shoulder. “Wait,” Zaria said. “You don’t want to lose this baby, right? Stand still.” Just then, the woman on the throne stood before us. The scent of incense drifted down the aisle as she planted herself center stage. “Since you’re all here, there’s no use dwindling,” she said. “Let me introduce myself properly. I am Azalea Rose. The one and only matriarch of Montrose.” “Let her go,” I demanded. I didn’t try to keep the tremor from my voice. Arden’s eyes were begging me to calm down, but how do you soothe the idea of violence hovering over someone you love?

Her face was a perfect, terrifying mirror of my own. "I am the **Matriarch**," she said, her glass lips moving in perfect sync with the voice in my head. "The Architects were the dreamers. I am the Waking. I am the one who planted the seeds in your father’s mind. I am the mother you never had." "My mother is dead!" I snarled, launching a bolt of Grey Flame at the glass figure. The flame hit her chest and simply... absorbed. She didn't even flinch. She grew brighter, the energy feeding her form.

“But you, my son… you are the true prize. Your body has adapted beautifully to the hybrid gestation. The fertility enhancements worked beyond my calculations. One more ritual tonight and the child will be born perfected immortal, powerful, ready to lead the new order.” Alex’s free hand tightened on his pistol. “I’m not your vessel. This child isn’t yours to claim.” The Matriarch’s expression softened into something almost maternal. “You still don’t understand. I didn’t just train Damian. I designed the entire bloodline protocol. Your mother my sister—was the first carrier. I am your aunt, not your mother in the traditional sense. But I am the architect. The tr

Pushing him never worked and I had learned this the hard way over many years of trying. "Furthermore," I said, "Kaia shifted during the rescue operation. She shifted into a Matriarch form. There are four witnesses including myself. Pack healer Rhea has confirmed the identification against historical records in her possession." I looked around the full table. "The Matriarch bloodline is not extinct. It has been present in this pack for at least one generation, expressing in bodies we have spent years calling throwbacks and errors and failures of the bloodline. We were not wrong about the bloodline. We were wrong about what it loo

she giggled. "A handful? I was a warrior in training." "You were adorable," she corrected, pecking his lips. Then she winked. "But don't worry. Now, you're just feral and handsome." He laughed, the sound rich and warm. He pointed to a photo of an elderly woman with silver hair and a kind, sharp face. "That was the Matriarch. She looked after Matthew and me when our parents were dealing with the council. She would have loved you, Willow. She always said I needed a mate who wouldn't be afraid to bite back."