Novel & Cerita Mattheo Riddle

I said and he nodded as he took the books and I just stood there my mind clouded with thoughts. Things weren't adding up. How come Raven suddenly found a room in my own chambers I never knew existed? And then she comes out with another Book of Alphas, one that is making me question everything I've ever known. I sighed in frustration as I started pacing the room. What kind of game was fate playing with me? “Your Majesty? Take a look at this," Matteo suddenly said as he dropped the books back on my table and my eyes narrowed at him. “What is it?" I asked and he pointed to a name.

With a dry chuckle, he said, "Mr. Robinson, if you don't want to greet me, I won't force you. From now on, outside of work, you can treat me like a stranger." Hearing this, Jorge didn't bother pretending anymore. He responded coldly, "As you wish, Mr. Yoder." And with that, he threw a cold glance at Celeste as well. Matthias caught that and nearly laughed out of sheer irritation. Just then, Cayden noticed Matthias. Matthias had already gained some international recognition. In fact, he was one of the main reasons for Cayden's visit to Ceravelle. As a legend from the previous generation of AI pioneers, Cayden had come to meet the rising star of this generation—Matthias.

“Yes, we were attacked by the rogues. All I am trying to say is I think I have a clue to where the pack is located. And I am damn sure about it.” Rylan's brows drew together. “ For years, Luna Ravena had done a great job of hiding the location of Ridgewood. Tell me, how did you know that those who attacked you were from Ridgewood?” Matteo palmed his face and then dropped his hands down. “While I was trying to escape, I saw their sigil, which was sewn in their uniforms. I saw it clearly,” he said in a firm voice. Rylan got to his feet and then began to pace the length of the room. He ought to be excited that they were on the verge of discovering the exact location of Ridgewood, but something

My heart continued to slam in my chest, tingles rippling through my jaw and face, sending a shiver down my spine. He bent his head to my level, his intense, fiery-hot gaze uncovering my soul. My light brown eyes met his green ones, filled with a mystery that held me together, one that pulled and sucked me in. My eyes grew larger by every second. “Regalia, my mate.” I pinched my eyes closed. He could not have said that. I—I must have only imagined it. He had no reason to say that, but those words wouldn't stop echoing in my mind.

“And you are?” Matteo’s mouth curved, but not like he was amused. More like he was plotting. “Matteo Grimaldi. Summer’s friend. From class.” “Friend,” Hayden repeated, dragging the word. “Strange. Summer’s never mentioned you.” “Strange. She’s never mentioned you either,” Matteo deadpanned. Hayden scoffed. Matteo’s gaze flicked over me before finding Hayden again. “But that’s because we’re new friends. Not everything has to be… reported.”

“You noticed.” "I notice everything.” A faint smile appears on his face, “I’ve heard.” I don't smile at him; I came here for answers, not a reunion. I tap the Belladonna file, “You said Belladonna is not a company.” “It’s not.” “Then what is it?” Matteo’s fingers drum against the desk, then go still again, “A name.” "I know that.” “No.” He shakes his head, “You know the word; you don't know the person.”

Like glass left too long in a fire, beautiful until it just… cracked. “I’m done holding back,” Matteo finally said. I looked up from the blueprints spread across the table. “What are you saying?” He didn’t answer right away. He just walked over, placed Rafael’s video message in the center of the table, and hit play again. His brother’s muffled cries filled the room. Everyone flinched. “This—” Matteo pointed at the screen, “—this is the line. The last f*cking line.” No one argued. Not even me.

And because part of him — a part he hated — didn’t want to bring Dominic down anymore. He wanted to understand him. Touch the cracks in his armor. Find the broken boy behind the wolf’s skin. But that wasn’t the mission. That wasn’t what they paid him for. Still… Matteo didn’t pick up a phone. Didn’t write a report. Didn’t give up the location. He just closed his eyes, cursed under his breath, and whispered into the quiet air: “Just one more day.” ---

"It wasn't a mistake. It was bait. I wanted to see how fast you’d get here. Turns out, ten minutes. A new record for you." Matteo chuckled, a low sound that sent a strange vibration through Noah’s body. He brought his face close to Noah’s ear, making his warm breath felt against the young man’s sensitive skin. "Death is too easy for you, Noah. Too fast," Matteo whispered with a tone thick with ominous promises. "I have other plans for the 'usefulness' of this brilliant little brain of yours. You’ve opened the door to my house, so now, you are my responsibility."

My eyes widened from shock when I listened to that conspiracy planned by both the Queen Mother and Hela, and that's when mom said, "I'm wrong; I shouldn't have trusted this despicable Wilson. All those years I thought I had got rid of Rita's curse, but now she's after me." I went down a little with my body, looked through the door opening, and saw Hela's forehead narrowing. Then she asked her insistently as she grabbed Ritchie's hand to pull her with her towards one of the sofas and sit next to her, "No, Ritchie... I don't like puzzles; it seems you hide a lot. Tell me what is going on in your head. After all, our interests are shared." I listened to my mother answer her hesitantly. "What ri