Matt Rogers Novels & Stories

Gosh, what am I doing? I hear a rough chuckle. I gulped at the sight. MY. GOD. His adam's apple moved, earth please please swallow me. I have officially lost my mind. " I am Ros Miller, a rogue wolf," he says in a serious making me frown. A rogue? Ruined everything including the mood is ruined. He can't be my mate. No, not now, in fact never. I am never mating with a stranger, not even in my wildest dreams.

Kevin also went away from me. “Shit,” I mumbled. I removed my helmet and smash it to the ground. The two close friends I have just walked away from me. Moreover, the Doctor examined Roger’s ankle. Unfortunately, after the result of the x-ray, he suggested that it would take at least two to three months before Roger could walk back properly. Roger couldn’t help but gritted his teeth in disappointment. His anger and hatred towards me exploded. He called his parents to ask for five million dollars.

Was I going to die out here? Just then, something collided with the rogue’s side and sent it rolling across the forest floor with a yelp. I took in a sharp breath and looked over my shoulder, still running, to see a big, black wolf attacking the rogue. When it looked up at me and I saw its eyes, I immediately recognized it as Matt. But I didn’t have time to stay back and thank him; I had to get to town, and I was almost there. As I pushed myself harder, I heard him scuffle with the rogue -- a yowl echoed through the forest -- then… Silence. I wasn’t entirely sure if it was Matt or the rogue who went silent, but judging from the fact that the rogue was no longer coming after me, I was fairly

'Bravo my darling," says a man who is about 6 Ft. tall with dark brown hair and a scar on his right cheek. He move closer to the cage and sat on his haunches. I move away from him and sit in the middle. Oh God, what did I do wrong to make these vicious people take me? "Confuse, babe, let me clear it all for you" he snickers. He lean forward and his hand reaches inside through the bar to touch me but a howl made him stop. I avert my gaze up to see a big black wolf jumps from the stadium above, down to where we are.

Emmett responds as Roger composes himself and chases after him. “Then you know why we can’t print it” Roger states, taking a seat in front of Emmett’s desk. “It will cause a defamation suit against us.” “Roger” Emmett says, narrowing his eyes at the man in front of him. “You and Stuart have been friends for a long time. I believe you went to university together and the both of you were eyeing the top spot for your class; which you won by a few points. Has he talked to you about Hawkeye?”

But even through the pain, I could see the resistance in his eyes. He still had fight in him, a twisted, broken kind of strength. "Anything, Matt?" I asked, my voice calm, flat. I kept my face expressionless, showing no hint of the fury that still simmered under my skin. Inside me, my wolf growled. He wanted blood, revenge for what he did to Rose, my only family. Matt glanced at me, his eyes acknowledging my presence. "Nothing useful, Alpha. Just taunts." He gestured to the rogue. "He keeps saying we should just kill him, that he has nothing to tell us."

I asked Rachael immediately, several thoughts running through my mind. “ Nah, he isn't,” she replied, “ are you sure?” I pressed. “ Yes”. Mr Martins turned, crossing his hand round Colin's shoulder. “. This is Mr Colin Rogers, Miss Kings, we met a month ago and we are friends now. Mr Rogers decides to come see the shooting, since he is bored”. Mr. Martins replied. " Bored? Shouldn't he be working on his game?" I muttered. " You said what?" Mr. Martins asked, confused.

He started, but a cough from the other side of the room cut him off. I turned my head to find the source of that cough. At the entrance stood a short, dark figure. I couldn't make anything out about the person, only the fact that they must have some control over Denver, but who the hell can control that monster? He's mean, arrogant and is more than happy to leave his mate to rot. So why would he let someone help him out on being the good guy? "I mean, I'm sorry. I'm sorry I left you down here and I want to make it up to you," He huffed, not at all liking the words leaving his lips.

“Of course I have friends!” I hear a familiar voice from the hall, he joins Hunter on asking me. “Who?” I think and think again, then I realize I can only deny Hunter’s affirmation with an evasive answer. “I trust Peter and I trust you guys.” Connor shows up in the living room partially dressed in his fire fighter uniform, with boots and beige pants and, as always, he butts in our conversation stuttering more than ever, with his irrelevant questions. “We a… are your bro… bothers, we do… don’t c…count. And Peter is yo… your partner. Hunt, is it tr… true that Damy Boy is da… dating?”

Matt Matt was getting tired of these endless meetings. Meetings meant more attacks. More attacks meant more innocent lives lost. It was like a more gory version of "If You Give a Mouse a Cookie." He would much rather be talking to Rose. While she hadn't ghosted him again, there was definitely something going on. She said she was just busy, but Matt knew her better than that. He wanted to get to the bottom of it, but these meetings were getting in the way. Couldn't the werewolf just take a night off?