Matter Brothers Mattress Novels & Stories

“The elders’ meeting is in an hour. I think the Alpha wants to announce my princess as the new Luna—already carrying his heir.” It was no surprise that my own father preferred Isabella, some other woman’s daughter, over me. His blood He took a step closer, voice hard and final. “I’ll give you the grace to stay tonight. Just tonight. There’s the Beta ceremony. Go find a mate, or else,” he sneered, “I’ll pair you with whoever’s willing to take a worthless omega as their mate.” “But Father—” I began, my voice trembling. He didn’t even let me finish, cutting me off as he always did.

Suddenly, a familiar voice was heard by Gerthel a few inches from her back. Gerthel abruptly turned her back and face the man who intrude her moment with her moment in her mother’s grave. She squinted her eyes and looked at him with disgust. “You are late already Alpha Leeno. I was marked and claimed already by Boss Dar. You cannot claim me anymore. I, Gerthel Maurii, reject you, Alpha Leeno Treeton as my mate, and from now on, our mate bond will cease!” she said immediately before Alpha Leeno could say something more.

The games ended and it was time to give the results, everyone was very tired but impatient to know who the winners were, it turned out that we were not the first place, but if the second, Matt's family was very active and most were in way, it was tough competition. Night came, after we had a good rest Matthew took Ale and me to a room where we were going to stay that night, it was wide there was a double bed and a single bed that apparently was not always in that room, as it was not part of the furniture set. "This is where we're going to sleep tonight," Matthew says to me, scratching his head, "there's the bathroom." "Hey wait, did you say let's go?" I asked Matthew. "Oh yes, I'm sorry but

Four hours before I start coding websites for rich people who'll never know my name. Sleep? That's a luxury I traded for my brother's health. I drag myself out of bed and— Wait. Something's wrong. The mattress beneath me is too soft. Way too soft. My brain does this thing where it notices details I don't even want to know. I sit up fast. My heart starts pounding. Thread count: 1,200. Egyptian cotton. EXPENSIVE!! My mattress is a cheap foam thing from a discount store. Thread count: maybe 200 if I'm lucky.

Chapter 4 Near But Not So Dear Matthew shoved the remains of the door out of his way and stood framed in the gap, his shoulders filling it from side to side. Yeah, maybe he wasn’t quite as big as his brother, or the hulking beast who was guarding the bedroom door. But he was tall, and broad, and an alpha; he had sixty pounds and five inches on me at the least. And he was looking at me like I was his next meal. His eyes glowed, and his canines had lengthened.

I swear, I'm curious. Angga nodded his head. "But you're not going to tell her parents, are you?" Ben responded instantly, "I'm not that close to-" "Maureen's pregnant?" The voice that cut off Ben's sentence took over my attention. The very familiar voice of the man who approached, mediating the conversation. "Congrats, Bro!" Matt--Satya's friend, Ben's brother-in-law. He came over and immediately gave Angga a hug and a pat on the shoulder. Don't tell me... did I just realize that Matt and Maureen are siblings?

Maxwell said coldly. Matteo waved his hand. "Second Brother, my Dad has done so many bad things. How can I have the face to plead for him? I want to tell you about his shares in Brooks Corporation." Maxwell raised his eyebrows. "Shares?" "Yeah, my Dad now owns 20% of the shares of Brooks Corporation, and 5% of it was obtained by scheming against Second Uncle, so I thought that I should return this 5% to Second Uncle," Matteo replied.

So I can only assume they are here for the beautiful brunette friend I have acquired today. I can’t deny these guys are gorgeous and unfortunately they all know it too. My brother, Mateo, and I look almost identical, with sandy blonde hair and gray blue eyes, getting most of our looks from our mother. The only difference is his build is exactly like my fathers’, wide at the shoulders and narrow at the waist. He keeps his stick straight hair military short on the sides and in the back and longer on top. It looks like he ran his fingers through it a couple times to make it stick straight up, but somehow the look works for him.

It was forty dollars with same-day delivery. I hit 'Buy,' choosing the quickest shipping option. "What are you getting?" Shannon asked, peeking over my shoulder. "A folding mattress. Forty bucks." Shannon looked at the screen, then at me. Her expression softened, the sarcasm fading for a brief moment. "Is that enough, Claire? If you’re short, use my card. Don’t buy the paper-thin ones; your back will kill you." "It’s fine. It says it has a five-year warranty against flattening," I replied, trying to convince both her and myself.

scratch that, my brother from another mother. The strongest fighter around, who knows everyone which contributes to his ability to find high quality equipment at the best price. He handed me a beer and I gladly accepted it. "Oh and I got some bad news," Jack said. I looked up at him as I took a sip of my beer. "We won't be able to do that jewellery store tomorrow night cause they closed it for renovations." "Great," I sighed.