Matt Rogers Novels & Stories

Matt realized how broken Camden truly was. Despite her attempts to hide it, he could see glimpses of her pain seeping through her facade. He knew some of what had happened to her with the rogues in the woods, but the full story remained a mystery. Regret washed over him as he realized he hadn't pressed her for more information at the time, and now it felt like too much time had passed, and their bond wasn't the same as it had been then. Nevertheless, he decided to give it another try. "Cam, what happened with the rogues? Who was Jamie?" he asked, the name lingering in his memory. Panic seemed to grasp her at the mention of the name and he heard her gasp. "Where did you hear that name?" she a

Meanwhile, Mom, Craig, and his mom gave them the evil eye. I was a bit afraid of the way they were looking at them if I knew my mom well, is that she always likes to get her way. One way or another, but she will not quit until she does. She's dangerous, especially when it's the three of them together. I just know they're planning on something. "Sammy, Sammy, play with me!" Roger's son, Petey runs to me, wrapping his hands around my hips. He was only five years old and so energetic. I love having him over and playing with him.

"What's wrong mom?" After Jate repeatedly asking her. Then she came back to her senses. "How did Don Roger's became so respectful to you?" "Mom. Didn't I told you a while ago?" Looking at his mother in law's helplessly. "I know. But I'm not convinced this. So tell me honestly! Why?" "Mom. To be honest! I'm not lying to you. I just have a very good friend that helped me out to get rid of this Rogers!" "A friend of yours? How did you manage to know a guy who's powerful than that Rogers guy?"

“What a shame.” Roger walked up to me with a twinkle in his eye and proceeded to investigate my scalp by pulling hair left and right. “What are you doing?” I asked as I swatted his hand away. “Looking for antennas,” he giggled. “Asshole,” I giggled back. “I always knew that you were different,” he replied teasingly. “I just never knew how much.” “You might not think this is so funny when they come for you and there’s no one there to protect you,” Dr. Mokena said.

“Let me show you. It's very easy, you just need to learn the right method.” He didn’t pull back. He didn’t care that the other rogues were watching, that some of them had stopped training to stare at us. Unlike Elijah, he wasn’t afraid to be seen helping me. He wasn’t ashamed to be near me. He wasn't even trying to prove to me that I was less than he was. He was simply helping me out. He was simply guiding me.

It’s comforting. “Cynthia! this is Matty, our best bartender in the house but fair warning. Don’t hit on him because now matter how hot he is, he has a mate, a fierce one. Just yesterday she threatened my boobs when she saw me smiling with her mate.” Mira said with a smirk. The Matty is question is a large man with bulky muscles and a moustache which suits him.

But I can't do it like him, and I have many things to worry about. Once I haven't quelled the Rogues, haven't killed the threat that is Ryder, and haven't found the mysterious person behind it, how can I relax my vigilance? 'Are you worried that you won't be able to protect them?' Ryan suddenly broke the silence. I wiped the water drops off my face, not denying it. 'Yes.' 'We will protect them together. Don't forget I am the strongest wolf, and I will never let my mate get hurt. I won't let anyone do that, even if it's you.' Ryan said firmly.

For some strange reason, I felt it was all going to end today. Mattias walked in first, followed by Detective Ford and then another man who didn’t look like an officer but rather a tech programmer. He had a certain vibe that suggested he dealt with computers. I walked down the stairs, ready to hug Mattias because I missed him so much. Mattias spread his arms wide, welcoming my hug as I wrapped my arms around him. “I missed you so much,” I said softly. “I missed you too, my love. Have you had any breakfast?” he asked, still holding me tightly.

He was a master marksman and a deadly weapon in his own right. Maggie ‘Smoke' Rollins was Willow's choice for personal protection. With her dark red hair, blue eyes, and freckles, she looked like a sexy cartoon character. But her list of qualifications was as long as my right leg. Her Australian accent was a lilting song of obscenities and inventive epithets I'd never heard before. "You know their call signs. I'm Roger," the man in the front called. As bland a call sign as his descriptions. He had medium brown hair, dark eyes, and ruddy skin. The thing that saved him from sinking into obscurity was the light in his eyes.

“A pleasure to meet you, Caitlin.” I smiled back. “A pleasure to meet you, too. How do you guys know each other?” “Oh,” Roger said, smiling, “let’s just say we go way back.” “Roger is one of my oldest friends,” Caleb said. “He’s saved my life once or twice.” “More times than that,” Rogers said, laughing. Rose peeked her head out of my jacket, and Roger’s eyes lit up. “Well, hello little fella,” he said, coming over and petting her.