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I replied, shrugging, hoping that was enough. "No one?" he smirked, crossing his arms, before his eyes widened with realization. "Wait a minute! Reva, correct? That was Dr. Ricci. She works with you." Sighing, I dragged my hand through my hair, wondering why he asked if he recognized who it was. "Yeah. She works with me." Matt's jaw dropped. "What the hell was she doing in your room then?"

“But have no doubt, Alpha Delgado, we learned quick enough.” “Who is to say that I couldn’t learn as well?” Del-Rey shrugged then. “Being a Coyote doesn’t make me stupid, merely less willing to recognize emotion, I believe. By separating herself from me, my mate is stealing that chance from both of us.” “He’s very clever with words,” Cassandra murmured under her breath. “He is at that,” Anya said sadly. “He’s very good at twisting words.” “I also noticed that Ms. Kobrin was decidedly less honest in her answer to that same question,”

Robbie quickly picked up a pen and started signing the papers laid out on the desk as Dean pointed to the various places that needed a signature. I looked over at the sheriff, seeing his name tape again. The hair was the right shade of blonde, and the eyes seemed familiar. It was when he smiled at me that I knew it was Matt. The smile was exactly the same. "Yes, Rachel, I'm that Matt Grinswald," he said with a laugh. I felt my cheeks redden at being caught. "I didn't think you recognized me. It's been a long time." I leaned up against the desk, feeling very young with Dean and Matt both standing there.

Rica quits shouting as she sees me, Rica turns away, and Luke goes to welcome me, “Yo, Matt, you alright? You appear to be somewhat pale.” “Definitely... I just―” Matt was cut off as he moved his look at the window just to see a white shade swinging from it. It made a deception of the outline he saw before, and he was confounded. However, he said, “I don’t have the foggiest idea. I just idea I saw something.” Rica comments, “Alright, you’re cracking me out. Luke and I will go get a few food sources. You need to come?” “No, pass. I’ll go check inside.”

Matt said, holding the top of the vacant chair while eyes not leaving me. "Yes, it's available." Colleen replied with her eyes glued to him. "May I have a seat?" he muttered, finally removing his eyes at me. He looked at Colleen, shifting his eyes to Mitch, then to Colleen again. "Of course!" Colleen exclaimed, didn’t know what to do next. Her face reddened. "By the way, I'm Matt Parker, the university's football team captain." he introduced himself without a hint of bragging. It’s like he’s already used to this.

This man, her alpha, was her mate. “One day, when you meet your mate, you will just know, sweetheart. We can’t tell you exactly how we know this, but you have to trust us. It’s this feeling, it is more powerful than anything you’ve ever felt. It is more exciting than Christmas, more enjoyable than chocolate ice cream, and so much more intense than any exam you’ve ever studied for.” Holy shit! Maya couldn’t believe it. This was impossible. Luke Marshall, the pack alpha, the wandering nomad biker, was her … mate. This couldn’t be happening.

They weren’t angry, but they were completely unnatural. “You’re scaring her,” a stern, cold voice said from near the door. “I think she was more scared to be blindfolded in a room with two strangers,” he said and looked back at me. “I’m Matt by the way. Can I take the gag off?” I glanced over at the other man who was half-hidden in shadow. His eyes were glowing red as well. Who were they? What were they? I nodded shakily. “Why didn’t you just do that first?” The other ask.

“If all else fails, I’ll be the one treating other hockey players’ injuries.” “Wow,” I said, leaning back in my chair. “That’s…” “Surprising?” Matt interjected. “I guess you thought hockey players were all meatheads, right?” I felt my face go red. “I didn’t mean that…” But Matt just smiled. “I’m just teasing, Mystery Girl. Now… Tell me a little bit about yourself.” We talked some more, about everything from music to movies to our dreams and aspirations. I found myself opening up to him, telling him things I hadn’t shared with anyone else other than Fiona, about how I was planning on becoming a film major so I could work as a backstage lights technician.

“Pendragon doesn’t even know who we’re watching yet.” He crushed the cigarette under his boot and faded back into the dark. --- Absolutely! Here's a funnier, sharper version of Matteo's moment of panic and ridiculous brainstorming — keeping the danger real but letting his personality shine through with pure chaos: --- Matteo was losing it. He sat on a milk crate on the rooftop, staring at a crushed soda can like it held the answers to life. His hoodie was half-zipped. His brain? Fully fried. “Okay,” he whispered, “how do you become best friends with a guy who probably murders people between breakfast and lunch?”

New, not sweaty as his previous one. He transferred the bottle to his new pockets. He had inspected the contents , it seemed to contain some sort of white pills. The smell didn’t give off anything either. They were most likely anti depressants. Someone as moody and vile as the alpha, it wouldn’t be a surprise if he needed them.