Mattheo Riddle X Reader Novels & Stories

“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.”

I sit between them, hands wrapped around a mug I forgot to fill. “So,” I say, because someone has to. “Someone want to explain why it feels like I walked into the middle of a story I’m not supposed to know yet?” Matteo’s mouth quirks, faintly. “That sounds about right.” Ezra shoots him a look. “Be careful.” “With what?” Matteo asks. “The truth?” “With him.” I blink. “I’m right here.” Matteo nods. “I know.” He turns to me. “I’m Matteo.”

Once he saw her eyes, he had gotten his answer. “You read it.” Matthew calmly stated. Jess broke eye contact again. Looking at anything that isn’t him. He let go of her chin and turned to his brothers. “She read the book.” He stated again. Jess simple looked down, since she knew if she looked up all of them would be staring at her and she didn’t want to give away more than she already did. “All give you one chance to answer this.” Xavier spoke again. “What stood in the book, what do you know?” Xavier asked. They needed to know what that book said about human mates. They needed to know, what she knew. Jess simply get her head down. Xavier grabbed the bed frame and shook it as he yelled.

And my wolf… she stirred. Mate, she whispered. Mate. I staggered back, heat prickling across my skin. This wasn’t right. It couldn’t be right. I’d been running from death for years, but I never expected my end to come in the form of the man fate had chosen for me. Matteo Cruz Valentino. The biker Alpha. The blood-hungry wolf who wanted me erased from existence. And now? Now I was his mate. I barely processed what happened next. One of his men grabbed Briar, but Matteo held up a hand.

I whispered. "Are you a dove, Nova?" Matteo asked, leaning his face so close that his cigar-scented lips practically grazed mine. "Are you going to sit quietly and wait for my crumbs? Or are you an Albatross... expanding those massive wings to calculate your prey, waiting for the absolute perfect microsecond to tear them apart?" "I could be your Owl, Matteo," I said, staring directly into the depths of his obsidian eyes, throwing the challenge right back at him. "They know things. They hear every single whisper vibrating through the cyber grid."

He suggests as he motions towards our surroundings. - "Is there anyone you can think of who could give us any insight about it?" I instigate. -"Yeah, but you wouldn't like to know who he is." -"He can't be worse than dead, can he?" -"If anyone were to know about two-spirit wolves inhabiting the same host, it would be Elder Theo. He is the only bookworm I can think of." Matt unveils. -"Never mind, he is worse than dead." Matt chuckles at my comment.

“Hmm?” “I need you to know that I am just waiting for you. Waiting for you to bloom free. I have been tirelessly patient. A little wait now wouldn’t be a problem.” Amanda dipped her eyes on the floor, a quirk on her brow briefly appeared. “What are you talking about Matt?” Riddles. Why do most of the handsome men she had come across give that? “Your mother said that I’ll just need to be patient, ” Matteo replied in a sure tone.

he deadpans before they leave. "Decision is final, Blaze!" Elder Mary beams, sounding so excited as they walk out. My blood boils, and I grab a small ceramic statue of a wolf off the shelve and toss it across the room. My breathing is heavy as I stare at the pieces scatter and listen to them clinging against the tiled floor. There is no way I can convince Aerilyn to come home, or to even think of just seeing it, but I can't have another mate. I can't look at anyone else.

she said playfully and watched as Matt almost pulled his head inside of himself like a turtle. “I didn't mean to embarrass you” she said softly and watched as he sat back to his full height and straightened his shoulders “I’m not embarrassed,” he snapped defensively then suddenly reached across Mj’s lap and grabbed the seat, trapping her in a human seat belt before he hit a bump and Mj gasped as she felt her rear end come up off the seat and she grabbed ahold of Mathew’s godly large bicep to keep from flying out of the cart. Mathew slowed the cart to a stop before yanking his arm from her grip and flying from the driver's seat “shit i’m sorry I didn't mean to touch you please don't tell the

##Chapter 046 ##The Pledge of the Mother The Hollow Den breathed around me like a living creature. Every drip of water sliding down its stone walls, every flicker of moonlight through cracks above, seemed amplified inside my chest. After the marks had seared across my abdomen, after the Matrons had spoken with voices both blessing and curse, I believed nothing else could shake me. I was wrong. As silence stretched, Oya’s gaze weighed on me—not just her eyes, but the ghosts of all the women before me she seemed to carry in them. And in that moment, the truth struck. There was no going back.