Matt Rife Novels & Stories

“The-” She got cut off by the knock on the door of her office, just three light raps. Luna and Rita exchanged a look, Rita stood up to open the door to reveal Matt Rivers standing on the threshold. Matt was Luna’s personal driver and pilot. After five years of working for her, he was the only one Luna trusted enough to allow drive, or fly, her. And since he had adequate license in both, she felt safe with him. “Matt,” Rita said. “Come in.”

The city noise felt distant. Then headlights slowed across the street. A man stepped out of a car — younger, well dressed, confident. He looked familiar. Dr. Mateo Lim. Cardiologist. He waved. “Dianne! You heading out? I can drop you.” Rafael’s entire posture changed. His face darkened. Dianne noticed. “It’s fine,” she said quickly to Mateo. “I already have a ride.” Mateo glanced at Rafael. “Oh. Sorry, I didn’t—”

"So what you said about Matt is true? He is related to Ace?" "You bore me Thomas with your tiring questions," Elisa smirked and looked at me, "You believe me, don't you? Deep down you have that wrenching feeling that Matt was too perfect to be true." Elisa curled her lips. "Matt is a talented actor. He almost fooled me, but unlike you, I'm smart."

“I’m sorry, Mom, but it’s not what you think. Those photos are old images taken two years ago when Kane and I first broke up.” “And those ones with him and his lovers flying around social media?” “I don’t know about that but I heard they’ve been deleted off the internet.” “Then make them delete yours too!” “I’ll see what I can do about that.” “So, who’s the guy in the photos?” “His name is Matt. He lives here in Wyoming.” “Oh, I see. I thought he looked familiar. Was he at my mother’s funeral?” “Yes. He was there with his fiancee. I mean, his ex-fiancee.”

Daxon freaking Reyes? I’d seen his face before on Forbes magazine covers, news headlines, tech conferences. Billionaire wolf . Pack prince. CEO of Reyes Dynamics. He looked like something chiseled from ancient marble and cursed to rule alone. That was the man they were claiming was my mate? Me . Adelina McKenna. The girl who barely scraped together rent. Who hadn't even known she was a wolf until twelve hours ago.

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.

“Your original mate.” A whole-body shudder seized my skeleton. This was it. The moment he tore open my mind or commanded me with his godly powers to spill my every secret. My gaze darted to his blue-haired mate, but she stared at me through eyes as hard as lapis lazuli. They must have known Griff’s tragic tale and how it had ended with a brutal death at the guns of his vengeful, pyromaniac mate. With Supernatural Media being so easy to obtain, they might have even looked up my records. It wasn’t like I didn’t have a distinctive face.

“I can bring you mine, Ari.” I turned my head to the left and found Matteo standing over me, a huge smile on his face. He wore a three-piece suit, very much like the one his papa wore. Weird for a boy our age, unless you were Matteo Vitale or any other mafia prince. It was actually comical to see them all running around in suits… Well, except for Nikola. He threw his suit into the pool, refusing to wear it. Rolling my eyes, I folded my hands under my head and sunk a little deeper into the grass. “No, thanks.”

Lily Pendleton Damian Blackwood looked exactly like the letter suggested—tall, pale, with silver-grey eyes that mirrored my own. He was handsome in a cold, sharp way. Like a blade wrapped in silk. He smiled. It didn't reach his eyes. "You look like your mother," he said. "Where is she?" "Dead. She died protecting you." My chest tightened. "Protecting me from what?" "From me." He said it so casually. Like it meant nothing.

Along with Raine and Matt. "Oh dear! I can't wait to go and have some hanky panky with some hot French wolf!" Raine was so excited, making videos and taking selfies as we boarded the plane. Matt shook his head at her, but he seemed excited too and had even taken his time to wear an eyeliner and style his hair with a gel. I wondered if he was still hanging out with the beta, but I of course didn't ask him that. "Take, wear it, your wastage of such unique piercing is starting to get on my nerves."