Novel & Cerita Matt Leblanc Young

As he reached Alaia and me, his face broke out into a huge smile. “Welcome home, Xander, Luna.” I could feel Alaia’s body tense up a bit when he approached, but I understood why. Matt was a warrior as well, and a well-trained one at that. He kept very fit, and with his perfect smile, dirty blond hair, and baby blue eyes, he was a lady killer without even trying. He just had an effect on women, even if it was harmless and unintentional. “Thank you, Matt. It’s good to be home. Now would you please put on a shirt so my mate can take a breath?” I said with a laugh.

A flood of men burst through - unmistakably Bratva. “How the hell did we miss this?” Matt mutters, voice tight with rage. We both freeze when we spot Lana. Right there, with them. Not the obsessed girl we thought she was. She’s barking out orders like she’s running the whole damn show. Bratva confirmed.

Matt asked. “Yeah.” “How long?” “Eight years.” “What happened to him?” “Don’t know.” “Where he from?” “Originally, Louisiana.” “What is his last known address?” “Not sure. Hotel registration was to a PO Box in Georgia.” “Did he come here alone?” “Yep.” “How old is he?” “Twenty-nine, I think.” “Living family?” “An older sister, a brother-in-law, and three nieces.” “Shit,” Matt snarled as he pulled his hat off and turned around. “I should ring your fuckin’ neck.”

"We have to figure this out, Amber. Mom and Dad will be furious. You know they hate being the talk of the world. At least for the bad stuff." "I know. I'm grimacing." "We'll figure it out," Levi guarantees confidently. "You better," Matt says, but he does so with no seriousness in his voice. The first smile of the morning finally appears on his lips. I smile, relieved to have found a way to make my brother believe in me again. After a while, Matt leaves. He has a lot to do, he says, but he'll be back soon. "It went well, didn't it?" Levi whispers as he hugs me, kissing my ear.

I cannot help the small burst of interest that sparks inside me, too. Like Ethan, Blake is an alpha. He must be around the same age, too. He has the Southlands accent and says he worked in the King’s Guard. How did he rise to such a high position among the Wolves? “Why did you choose to come here, little rabbit?” asks Blake. “I didn’t. I was kidnapped.” “Hm.” His eyes gleam, as if he knows I am lying. He removes the letter opener from the cloth and his skin hisses as the silver touches his skin.