Mattheo Riddle X Reader Novels & Stories

Cursing nonstop. “The woman in red?” Kiel teased, noticing the mestiza woman. “You look rejected by chicks,” Matt teased Rael even more. “Shut up, Matthew. If not for me, you wouldn’t get laid. How many years would you still be dry?” Rael hissed at his cousin. “I paid you more than enough, tado,” Matthew retorted. If only his cousin knew he was still celibate. He had abstained for years because of the woman he had met in Viareggio. Suddenly, he fell silent as Zenna crossed his mind.

“Do you, Alpha Matthews, take Lexi as your Luna, your partner in strength and in silence, under moon and sun?” “I do.” he said in a firm voice. Then the priest turned to Lexi. “And do you, Lexi, take Alpha Matthews as your mate, to stand beside him in honor and loyalty?” “I do.”she answered in a trembling voice, but her eyes were warm. The priest raised his hands. “Then by the will of the Moon Goddess, and before this pack, I bind you as one.” The priest blessed the rings which were on the altar and gave each to Lexi and my father, they exchanged them, and the crowd erupted in cheers.

“Let’s go to the city in the neutral territory. I have a good feeling that she isn’t around here, but there’s a possibility that I’d find her in the city.” “Alright. Let’s start with the mall,” Devyn suggested, and I nodded in agreement. *** Hera I stood up from my seat, the bottom of my chair scraping upon the floor. I just finished reading about the Alpha, who happened to be my mate. Talk about bad luck! Not only did I meet my mate who could serve as a distraction, but he also happens to be the Alpha of the Blood Shadow pack. This just makes it harder for me to initiate my revenge.

I ordered and they all left, some grumbling and some quietly. I knelt before the altar with the gold on my hands and before I could say many words, the moon goddess ' presence descended on the altar and I bowed my face. "You have requested to know the truth of what's going on," she began to speak immediately after she got here, "the current truth you need to know now is that Brielle is your mate and you're going to claim her!" And suddenly, she vanished in the air. I gasped as everywhere became dark. Why didn't she tell me how I'd get her? I knew I could still have Brielle to myself but she could have told me ways to get her back.

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.

Matthew particularly liked the candy effect that Satya gave the main star in the middle of the game. Without any prompting or force, Rena responded to his deliberately unmoved after breaking through and sinking entirely into the gripping warmth. Rena's sensation is so tight and throbbing amazingly that Matthew closes his eyes in enjoyment. Either because of the evidence of his passion being a casanova in the show or the effect of the burrow never being penetrated. "Ah, so narrow." Matthew felt squeezed to the core and wanted to finish quickly, especially seeing that the hungry lions were already moving in on the quarry in front of him.

Silence crashes down after I sit up and push them away, and I realise to my irritation that each of them is staring at me in a different way. Rhett’s on all fours with his chest heaving and his eyes burning gold, wide with awe and terror. He looks like he belongs in one of the Brothers Grimm fairytales...like something that should’ve stayed buried. Matteo’s mouth is open, the words that he was speaking broken off and stuck on his tongue as his blade dangles forgotten at his side. He stares at my chest like he’s trying to find the bullet hole that isn’t there anymore, and the blood that should be flooding out. Yet, he finds nothing.

“From me.” Rafael’s head snapped toward the door, eyes wide for the first time. “Who are you?” The man ignored him. “Mira,” the voice said, softer now. “Open the door. I’ve waited years to see you.” I shook my head violently. “I don’t know you!” “Yes, you do.” Another click. The lock loosened again. “My name,” he whispered, “is Matteo.” Everything inside me broke. Matteo. Cassandra’s cousin.

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.

“It means he planted something in your safehouse database. Something that reshapes Raven’s past. Names. Details. Timelines. As if she was never who she thought she was.” I didn’t move an didn’t breathe. Matteo sat up straighter. “Where is it?” Franca laughed. “Oh, I won’t tell you. But I’ll send you a riddle.” “You’re joking.” She hung up. The riddle came by fax. FAX. Matteo stared at the machine like it had betrayed him personally. I took the paper. Read the lines aloud: “I know your hands, though never met, I keep the things you most forget. A voice once borrowed, now your own. Find me where the past was grown.”