Mattheo Riddle Wattpad Possessive Novels & Stories

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.” ---

His footsteps disappearing fast down the corridor. Silence. I haven't moved at bit because my legs remained glued to that particular spot. I'm standing in the middle of this room with nothing but a towel held at my waist and the sandalwood oil still warm on my palms and the word ‘property’ ringing in my ears like something struck. Matteo puts the gun away and he turns to look at me. “Look who we have here,” He says, raising his hand in a slight gesture while a mischievous smile curled up his lips. “If not the famous brother In-law of mine.”

she asked, her voice tight with tension. “I know my ex, Noah, is wealthy and powerful—the son of an Alpha. But he’s also an asshole, a cheat, a manwhore. I wouldn’t touch him with a ten-foot pole. All I want is a loyal mate,” she said, her eyes locked with mine.

“Don’t think I’d ever forget you’d just as easily kill me as you’d take me to bed.” We stared at each other, hate and bitterness mixed with flames of lust flowing through my veins. “Mama,” Matteo’s voice pulled my gaze away from the husband I wished I had never run into again. I couldn’t say that I wished I never met him because unbeknownst to him, he gave me Matteo, my biggest treasure. “Yes, baby?” “Benne?” Good? “Yes,” I told him. “Okay, let’s get out of the bath. We have just enough time to get dressed, brush teeth, and read a quick bedtime story.”

One of his companions scoffed and mumbled under his breath something we could not hear. “Firstly, my name is Ezra, not Omega. Secondly, it is none of your concern how I am. You clearly have not cared at all over the last few months how I am doing so why start now. I would like to ask you for a rejection so I can either die or move on with my life. If you will not give me one then I will wait until I can feel the mate pull and reject you myself.”

"He was to claim her, she is mine, while will he want to claim her?' 'Who is yours? Is it Fiona? Tell me, is she your mate?" "No! She is not my mate, she is the demon that consumes my entire being and riles my wolf, yes, I want to devour her I want to mark her, claiming should be done by me and me alone."

Air quoting her last word "Yes, and I'm genuinely honored that it's you. Having you as my mate would be my pleasure," he replied with what seemed like a sincere smile. Natasha gave him a puzzled look. What was his angle? He as a loyal dog, loyal to the crown, even though there was no crown in Hayden. "You don't even know me," Natasha challenged, her tone heating up. "And what about your actual mate? Have you considered her feelings in all of this?" "She won't… because she's dead," Fredrick confessed.

Matteo removed his hands from the door and walked over to me, grabbing me by the shoulders, lifting me, and perching me on the counter next to the sink. “Everything you see here is mine.” He seized me by the head and turned my face to the mirror. “Everything. You see,” he hissed furiously. “And I’ll kill anyone who takes what’s mine.” His hands roamed round, groping and pressing till he turned his back on me and left without another word. Message understood loud and clear. Everything was his. The hotel, the whores, and the stupid game he was playing. Matteo had God complex and suddenly an idea popped into my head.

Dominco said sighing, Mathew whose mind was reeling from all the thinking he was doing,he was trying to place two and two together but he wasn't getting anything, "How did this person know you,is it a man or a woman?" Mathew asked as the guy on the ground coughed, "That,....what.." cough "I don't know" cough "we talked through mails and his mail handle was daddys princess,so I don't know" Standing on his feets Mathew walked back to his table, "What are you thinking?" Dominco asked standing in front of him, "I don't know but I am having a hunch and I think it's Mae's dad" Mathew told Dominco as his eyebrows went up,

“What?” “Teach me how to fight,” I repeated, the conviction in my voice surprising even me. “If I’m going to stand a chance in this world, I should become more than your pretty wife who attends parties with you and throws them in your honour. His eyes darkened, but not with anger. There was something else there, something unreadable. "Tesoro...." Treasure. "Don't say anything yet. Think about it." Matteo’s lips pressed into a thin line, his eyes narrowing as he regarded me. For a moment, it felt like we were at a standoff, neither of us willing to back down.