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Luke took a towel and cleaned his hands as he went and gave Vivian a kiss on her cheek. “We just got back.” She told him as Paola was silently watching ahead. Vivian followed her sight to see what she is looking at. Then she saw. Matt came out from under the car shirtless as well. Grease was all over his torso that was lightly covered in sweat. His muscles bulging and six-packs showing making their mouth water at the sight. Vivian noticed he added few new tattoos as well. His right arm was full in sleeve tattoos as he had a fire going from his shoulder up to his neck.

Say's Leonardo. "Rule number two". I turned to look at Matteo who was laying back on his elbow on the bed with no shirt on and I could tell that he was looking totally hot in that position. I gulped in the lump in my throat when my eyes descended on his well detailed abs. "We can do whatever we want with you and you have no right to object". I felt seriously nervous with the way their eyes were scrutinizing my whole body and it took me enough confident to turn to look at Leonardo.

“But don’t touch yourself. That pussy belongs to us now.” She stepped under the spray. Water stung her sore spots. She scrubbed fast. Trying to erase them. But every time she moved, she felt the ache inside. The stretch. The fullness they left behind. When she stepped out, towel wrapped tight, Matteo was waiting with the dress. Black. Short. Low cut. Mesh panels over her nipples and between her legs. Basically nothing. “Put it on,” he said. She hesitated. Luca stepped close. Voice low. “Or we fuck you right here. Again. And film it. Your choice.”

“Go on, bimba. Open it.” I shook my head. “Open it.” His voice dropped to a command. My hands trembled as I reached for the envelope, tearing it open with shaking fingers. Photos slid into my lap, glossy, damming, impossible to look away from. Matteo. My Matteo. Naked and fucking different women in different style positions. His hands, his lips, his mouth—all over them. I froze. The room spun. “No,” I whispered. “That’s not… that’s not real.”

“Our Mate's in danger!” “We don't have a mate!” I growled, but I couldn't move, each time I would turn back to the room, worried at the sudden silence. The thought of another man's hands on her infuriated me the more and in seconds, I swiftly kicked down the door and made my way in. My mate, seeing her up close, looked small, frail, scared and confused on the bed, already fully naked while the disgusting beast stood over her, already running his dirty fingers across her legs.

You've been hurt before. "I... I need your help," I stammered. "My mother is sick. I need money." Michael raised an eyebrow, watching me. "Can you help me?" I asked, unzipping my coat, revealing the revealing dress. "I'll do anything." His gaze burned through me. He stepped closer, examining me, then picked up my dress, covering me. I froze, stunned. "You think I'd be distracted by your body?" he smirked. "Your figure isn't even among the top in the North American werewolf community."

"Watch your mouth." "Or what?" Marcus laughed. "You'll challenge me? You're not ready, boy. And the council knows it." The elders murmured, nodding. Marcus turned to me. "You've embarrassed this pack. A mute human with no wolf, spreading her legs for a half-breed playboy. Do you have any idea what this does to our reputation?" I opened my mouth. No sound came out. The panic was closing in. Kael stepped forward. "She's not a whore. She's my mate."

Unspoken Truths – Chapter 37 Matteo When I came out of the bathroom, I noticed Sareena sitting by the window again. She was naked again, just the way I like her. The curtains were drawn just enough to let the pale morning light spill in, casting a soft glow across her olive skin. Her knees are pulled to her chest, arms wrapped tightly around them, her spine curved as though she’s trying to disappear into herself.

"About you and Marcus submitting papers to the Council." When I admitted that Marcus and I had submitted mate bond dissolution papers, both of them frowned deeply. The temperature in the room seemed to drop ten degrees. "We've heard about Marcus and that woman." His mother's voice carried disgust. "He went too far this time, bringing his mistress to pack events. The shame of it." "But regardless," his father added firmly, "you're still Blackwater Pack's Luna. We won't let some inappropriate woman take your place." "The pack's reputation is at stake," his mother continued. "Serena, Marcus made mistakes, but Aria is still young. For the child's sake, you should reconsider."

But, this is starting to really suck. We make it to the training grounds and I trade out Jena for Lil and this time Delta Kyle and Sam aren’t alone. Mateo is with them and he looks awful. Like he drinks all night and doesn’t shower or take care of himself. His blonde hair is long and a mess, not his usual style. He looks like he has two black eyes, but they are just sunk and deep purple from lack of sleep. He’s looking at the ground, hands tucked into his pockets.