Matt X Tom Novels & Stories

"What the hell Tom ? Keep your fucking hands where you are supposed to" "Just admit you liked it darling, I could literally smell you getting all hot and wet". He whispers back, looking so smug I just want to slap that handsome face. Okay, I am so not getting into this discussion with him again, so I stalk off, wishing we could be done with this damn movie soon. Luckily we have a break now, and I walk down to makeup, sinking into the chair groaning. One of my best friends Matt is looking up from what he was doing. He is a makeup artist.

“Just fuck off.” Matteo's boisterous laughter echoed through the cabin as he embarked on his quest to speak with Tom and Victor. Meanwhile, I made my way toward the designated meeting point in the cramped confines of the airplane's lavatory. Despite the comical nature of our hiding spot, I couldn't help but chuckle at the absurdity of the situation. It was fortunate that I had chosen only Tom, John, and Matteo to accompany me on this mission, with the exception of Victor, who was the skilled pilot responsible for our airborne endeavor. I knew these three would never underestimate my authority, even if we found ourselves cramped together in a lavatory.

The cutthroat was caught off guard as Matt has no killer presence. “Our job here was done.” he stated with his husky deep voice. Kate just smiled at him. “Thanks for coming. I thought you would just stay in your hole again...” she said this with low and weak voice. Matt then untie X, after it, he carried Kate in a bridal way as she can’t move at all. “I just checked things here but both of you are already in a dire situation. How could I stay watching. Anyway, X can you stand up?”

Matt said, grabbing a taco and walking over to Dante’s hospital bed; waving the taco in front of his face. He waited there like it was supposed to really work. Matt sighed loudly and walked away from the hospital bed shaking his head. He shuffled through the bags. He really had brought a little bit of everything. There were hamburgers, pizza, tacos, and chinese. He looked at Jace who was just staring at Nora. Matt glanced at Wyatt who just shrugged in response. “Why don't you just tell him to wake up?” Adam’s voice trickled in from the doorway. “What?” Matt said with a mouth full of taco.

Pictures of him lifting a red maple leaf and tucking it into her hair beneath the autumn moon—a quiet mating-season gesture among wolves, intimate and unmistakable. Spring. Summer. Autumn. Winter. An entire year of love, carefully documented. I took a slow breath, my fingers trembling as I opened a video. My mate called her name softly. “Lena.” They stood on the sea cliffs at dusk. She held his hand and asked gently, “Do you love me?” The man I had been married to for seven years—The Alpha whose pup I carried. He smiled and answered lazily, “You tell me. That question is too easy.”

"But I didn't collude with outsiders. It was Sebastian of Moonborn Pack, my new mate. From now on, our projects will cooperate with them." There was prolonged shock on the other end of the phone. My perceptive mother sensed something deeper and blurted out. "Did Alexander do something to wrong you? Is it because of that child who suddenly appeared?!" Tears instantly burst from my eyes, but I held them back silently. The pain of betrayal, of wasted years, of being used. "Mom, I'll tell you when we meet in person." "Wipe your tears, my Luna." Sebastian's voice was gentle but commanding.

Failed. Miriam Blackthorn stood in the corridor. Her eyes moved—streamers, the arrangement of us, Rhys's hand still holding mine. Her arms folded. I let go of his hand. Dropped my head. "What is going on in here?" Rhys reached over and took my hand back. I looked at him. He didn't look at me. He looked at his mother. "Mara is our mate, Mom." Quiet. Miriam looked at me for a long moment. Not at her sons. At me. Her expression stayed warm, nearly perfect, the kind of smile that cost nothing because it meant nothing.

Matthew paused for a moment, his gaze shifting between Alpha Edward and Amanda, both of whom were smiling brightly. “It’s been a journey, seeing these two come together,” Matthew continued, his voice filled with emotion. “I remember when Amanda and Edward first met. It was a time of uncertainty, trials, and tribulations, but they faced it altogether. Their love has grown stronger with each challenge, and today, we celebrate not just their union but the strength and resilience that brought them here.”

“It’s you I’m worried about. You don’t look too good—” “I’m fine,” she cut in quickly. Too quickly. My stomach twisted. Something was wrong. I took a deep breath. “Mom, if you—” “Sirella, I said I’m fine. Now let’s talk about you. Who’s that man outside? Is he your mate? Did the Moon pair you with that brute?” “No, Mom, he’s not my mate,” I sighed. At least, I didn’t know yet if he was a mate or a mark.

Alex told her. The girl smiled. "Do you guys remember the beginning of junior year when you guys had huge crushes on each other and couldn't even function around each other?" She laughed making Alex and the guy blush bright red. "Xavier would stutter and you," She pointed at Alex, "Would blush at everything he said." I growled loudly. I couldn't believe my mate had been involved with him or anyone else for that matter. "That was so long ago," Alex said. "It was." He agreed.