Matt Walsh X Novels & Stories

"Matt has a stupid crush on a fairy. He wants us to sneak out to try and find her." "Hailey!" Matt screamed at her. "Calm down, killer. I'm not mom or one of the warriors. I want in!" "What?" Matt looked truly confused. "You can't sneak out, Sasha. You're the fucking Luna." My mouth dropped open at him. "Language!" "I thought you weren't mom." Ivan chirped in. Where was my fierce warriors devoted to protect me. These little shits were being annoying brothers!

“It took me a while but I was able to find out who exactly this Matt Sullivan is,” Xavier’s detective told him a few days later over the phone. “In fact, this was very hard to find. It was almost as if someone was purposely leading me the wrong way.” “Tell me everything,” Xavier said breathlessly. He was doing a morning run, an exercise he hadn’t done in months. Now more than ever, he needed a reason to get out of the penthouse he shared with Charlotte.

“Drop the complaint against Rebecca. Cancel the gala and shut down the foundation, then disappear. Do that, and I’ll leave you and your son alone.” “No. That will never happen. ” “Think very carefully.” My fists clenched so hard my nails cut into my palms. “I said no. Get out before I call the police.” Walsh stood slowly, straightening his jacket with deliberate calm. “You’re making a mistake.” He paused at the door. “See you at the gala, Ms. Hart. It’s going to be quite the event.” The second the door shut, my legs gave out. I collapsed into my chair, breathing fast and shallow, heart racing, so violently I felt dizzy. Cold sweat prickled down my back.

Even though she wasn't William's actual mate, being regarded as such felt undeniably good. "Wow, you're real!" the person exclaimed. "Most of us have never seen you, so we were starting to believe that our Alpha finding his actual mate, and not some political match, was just a rumor." "Indeed, I am very real and eager to see my mate. Could you please direct me to his study?" Natasha replied, adding a touch of pride to her words. "Yeah, sure, it’s right up there, then turn left. I’m Daphne," she said, extending her hand.

I slam the phone back down and try to call the number again, but it just beeps at me. “The line has been cut.” I look at Xander, and he types away on the iPad and turns it to me. Matty, poor Matty. I watch as he is torn apart by a wolf. My rage is building when the figure all in black turns a back ski mask covering their face. I look to see if I can find anything. My eyes widen. “It’s a she-wolf. Cheeky bitch has just waved and blew a damn kiss at the camera.” I fall back into my dad’s office chair.

When we burst in, James wasn’t there, but everyone else was. “Hey, Taylor, I didn’t know you would be joining us,” Xander said, looking over at Matt quizzically. “Oh, I’m not. I was just hoping to see James and say hi, but I don’t want to interrupt. I’ll just see him another time.” “Nonsense, sweetheart. You’re not interrupting, and I’m actually glad you’re here,” came a voice from behind me. I turned to see Matt’s father standing behind me. He really was ridiculously handsome. I could see where Matt got it from.

Women who weren't me. The emptiness in my chest grew bigger and bigger. Forever later, Matt found me. His smile was gone, replaced by a cold, calculating look. He smelled like expensive perfume that wasn't mine. "There you are. Stop hiding. It's time. Harrison's investor is here. Old man Waltham. He's been asking for you." The blood drained from my face. My hands went cold. Waltham. The name was like a curse word. His reputation was dark and ugly. Stories of his 'private meetings' were well-known and terrifying. How he physically assault women and abuse them.

Eyes glowing with power that made the camera flicker and distort. Racheal. My rejected mate. The omega I'd cast aside. The Ghost Wolf I'd spent years studying, documenting, trying to understand. She looked different than the last time I'd seen her. Stronger. More confident. The uncertainty that had clung to her like a second skin was gone, burned away by whatever she'd endured in Kelly's facility. This wasn't the broken girl who'd fled my territory with tears streaming down her face. This was something else entirely. The footage showed her entering the outpost. Three minutes of silence. Then the building exploded in silver flames that consumed everything. Research notes. Equipment. The photo

Nolan: The knock on my office door came just as Alessandro left, thankfully before I said something I’d regret. I didn’t look up. Though the tension within the pack was not one that I did not notice, whoever came had masked their scent. Still, I knew that no one would be foolish to come and make a mistake like this one within my own grounds. “Enter.” The door creaked open slowly, and in walked Elder Mathew, ever regal in his pressed robes, his salt-and-pepper beard trimmed, posture impossibly upright. His presence always carried the weight of tradition. Of expectations. Of judgment.

“I can’t believe you are actually related to him.” “His last name is Landry,” Matt said with a smirk. “Yeah, but I thought it was a coincidence,” I admitted. “What’s he doing here?” Matt went to answer, but a new voice sounded from behind me, making my entire body freeze. “I’m after my next new story. Do you have any leads for me, Miss Montague?” I whipped around to face Walter walking towards us; the sun shined its rays down on him and he looked like an angel glowing in fluorescent lighting. He was handsome for sure, but not as handsome as Gavin. The family resemblance was definitely evident though.