Matt Sturniolo Fanfic Novels & Stories

His father tried to reason. As they spoke, his mother walked into his office. His mother, the luna of the pack, Caua Wolf was a woman in her early fourties. She was only a little over five foot which made her very short compared to her husband and son. She had long brown hair and brown eyes that shone whenever she spoke. She also had very soft features. She was a caring mother and a kind luna. All the people of the pack love her for her good heart, and Rodriguez loved his mom more than anyone else.

Leo comes and gets in the driver seat. Victor can’t keep up as I climb the stairs. Matt has the door open and Bridget is laughing as Lacy helps her with her shoes. “Worried much?” Bridget asks me. “He was rubbing my back while Matt was rubbing Stevee’s calm down.” She leans on me and kisses my chin. “If I had thought about it I would have switched with Steven. I’m sorry,” Matt tells me. I see Steven hiding behind a wall. He is not a small guy, but he is wolfless and killing him would be easy.

I gasp as Matt is startled and looks up at me. I see instant regret and anger. I spin away from him as he shouts out my name. Matt POV I cannot believe she wants to leave me. Just when we were starting to make some sort of connection, she is talking about leaving once again. I had to admit I was frustrated with her continued threats and inability to see that I was sincere.

Matt gasped in pleasure and grabbed her butt cheeks as she began to fuck him. He rubbed her sweet spot while she bounced on him with her eyes closed. He professed his love for her, calling her his Luna right before he flipped her and became the one on top. He devoured her lips again and looked into her eyes. She was staring at him with so much love that he felt his heart was going to explode. "You have taken me to the seventh heavens, darling," he whispered. "I only want you as my Luna. Please do me the honor" "Yes, I will be your Luna," Anna replied before joining their lips again. Matt played with her nipples, enjoying the sounds of her soft moans until she begged him to fill her up once a

“I can’t walk beside him in front of the pack. I can’t call him my son. I can’t tell him that the woman everyone calls Luna is my mate!” My fingers curled tightly against my palm. “Lower your voice.” “I don’t care anymore.” He stepped closer until he was hovering over the table. “You carry my mark, Farina.” My hand moved instinctively toward my shoulder. The mark was hidden beneath my clothes, but I could still feel it burning under my skin. Five years had passed, yet it remained—Matt’s mark. “You’re my mate,” he continued, his voice shaking with restrained passion. “And Aaron is my son.”

By midday, it became a hum. And by nightfall, it had turned into a wildfire spreading through every corridor of Crestwood College. The Luna was in love. And not just with anyone — but with an omega. Students gathered in clusters around the courtyards, their voices laced with disbelief and mockery. Even the professors pretended not to listen — though their ears certainly did. “Did you hear? She was seen with him again — at the library this time,” one student murmured as Leora passed. “Library, training ground, dining hall…” another said with a smirk. “Maybe the Luna’s conducting a royal inspection.”

she shrieked. “Blood means nothing if you’re willing to let my boyfriend of four years ride you while you begged him to make you Luna,” I shot back, dismissing her with a wave. I wouldn't allow her to manipulate my emotions after everything she’d put me through. Her breath hitched, fierce resolve crumbling. We glared at each other until I sidestepped her. That’s when she spoke, trembling. “Matt challenged Alpha Kennis to a duel. He did it so he wouldn’t take you.”

I am sure my parents would never have left Claire and me if they had had a chance. Now she is sixteen, and I can see the changes in her from them being gone all the time. She has been sneaking out of the Packhouse to meet up with this guy she met at Kelly's party last year named Matt. She swears they are in love and told me Matt said he would reject his Mate if Stacy weren't it when he turned eighteen, which would be in a week.

I smile at him and say, “I knew it. Antonella talked to me and asked me to stay away from Matt. Then she grabbed her things and left, leaving Chris alone. I was there with the girls. I took him to lunch and then brought him here. Matt picked him up in the afternoon.” Her eyes widen and he says, “That’s why she was so crazy that day... Darling, Matt is trying to get his life back together because his parents are pressuring him to do so. But he hasn’t stopped loving you. Honestly, I don’t think he ever will. And I understand why you don’t want to tell him yet. I would also be afraid if the fiancée of my daughter's father is a sociopath.” I nod in silence. He then says, “but he has the right to

in a separate paragraph. “Can you explain what love is, Flea?” I abruptly blurted out. I close the letter Emma wrote me and take another sip of tea. However, I can tell by the expression Flea is giving me that she believes I will bring up the second prince. But how long has it been since I stopped talking about him? Even my parents or the other servants must have been surprised by it, but they were able to push those feelings aside. Or was I just thinking too much about it?