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He definitely got Mateo in his lies. Mateo sighed deeply before he also smiled at Tyler. Tyler was indeed the smart one whereas Taylor was the gentle fun type of person. But Tessa, she was a teaser and a little hard nut to break. "You got me". Mateo accepted defeat. "Yeah. Tyler really did get you". Taylor admitted with a smile before he remained quiet to hear from Mateo. "I lied. I can't actually figure out anything. How can I bring a wife on my birthday when I don't even have a girlfriend?. That's really crazy". He sighed deeply again in defeat. Once more, he was troubled by what he wanted to forget tonight.

"Who are you? Why are you alone at that hour of the night in that forest? What made you offer to aid a complete stranger in need? See where your generosity takes you? People get afraid at the mere mention of my name. Why, despite my warning to flee, did you not seem afraid?" Not to anyone in particular, Alex said. I was starting to lose my temper. Everything about her remains a mystery. I felt like someone was going to hit me out of nowhere, so I twisted to avoid it. As I stared at her, I experienced this serenity. Are you equating your mate with a maid, Alex? I scolded myself. “You're so disrespectful,” I angrily exclaimed. “What do you mean, who are you, and why are you in the Alpha's room

It had been seven long years since I last saw him clearly. However, when I reached Rowan’s villa, just as I was about to knock, I froze. From inside, I heard breathless sounds. I tilted my head, listened carefully, and glanced up at the familiar entrance to make sure I hadn’t gone to the wrong place. “How about it, Rowan? Isn’t it more thrilling for us to mate in our true wolf forms?” That voice… It belonged to my younger sister, Evelyn Dougherty! “Tell me, Rowan,” Evelyn gasped between breathy moans, “Who do you like being with more? Me or my sister, Mia?”

Sometimes, our code name for Xena was the witch because she had a way of finding things out, no matter how skilled you were at hiding information. “Hey, say something, man,” Matt urged, snatching the shirt from me and throwing his arm over my shoulder as we made our way into the building, to the tenth-grade lockers. “You’ve never given a hoot about any girl so far. I guess this one’s got the fire and sparks you want.” “Let me be, Matt. You’re free to let your imaginations run wild.” Matt chuckled. He said nothing after that and helped me drop the shirt in her locker.

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The gaps between entries got longer and longer, and he complained more and more about all the time he lost to his debilitating moods. The only thing that seemed to lift his spirits was finding a certain specialist bookseller. Matthew had continued to collect rare books on the occult, and he was always looking for book shops to sell the paper he wrote on the ancient forest. This bookseller not only took several copies of his paper, he also sold Matthew a unique grimoire by an unknown author. The grimoire fascinated Matthew, and he made notes on it in his journal. Sally couldn’t understand much of what he wrote, but she found one entry, towards the end of the journal, very interesting:

I shouldn't have pretended to be Sam. I guess I was too focused on her that when my phone rings, I jumped in surprise. I answered Matthew right away. "That was fast. Is she famous or something?" "Not really," he answers, "But if you're a fan of romance and erotica novels, she is. She's a really good writer. She has a future. Why?" "How did you know her?" I ask curiously. "Dude, you should know. She's a junior editor in your publishing company," Matthew laughs at the other line.

Most people decide who I am before I speak. Morvane. Alpha. Arrogant. Trouble. I'd done it too. Maybe not because of his name. But I'd decided who Matteo was almost immediately. The annoying stranger. The rival. The arrogant Alpha who thought Mine gave him some kind of claim over me. He was still arrogant. Definitely annoying. Frequently impossible. But as another frightened student approached him and Matteo immediately turned to help, I had to admit something I hadn't expected. Maybe Matteo Morvane wasn't the villain in my story and somehow... that made everything between the three of us much more complicated.

he added with a smirk. I pursed my lips, not wanting to admit that he was right. I could never make sense of Matteo Vitale. He was the only one to ever give me a nickname. Well, two nicknames—Ari and Nutella girl. I didn’t know how I felt about that. I brushed my fingers through the soft grass, its waxy blades tickling my palms. “How do you know?” I asked finally. “How do I know what?” I pursed my lips. “How do you know they shine for me?”

Mateo's pov They all offered me appealing gazes but I knew that was a mask underneath their menacing looks. It was safe to say that no one in the mafia could trust each other but with the way things were moving, my height of paranoia would stretch to its limit and my patience was wearing thin. “Matteo has delivered the painting… but uh, is it safe here now that girl is around?” Angelou linked his fingers together. The man has more rings in his fingers and a scar on his left eye, evidence of five failed marriages. His eyes darted left and right as he spoke as though waiting for someone or backing him up.