Matthew Big Mouth Novels & Stories

It wasn’t just my voice—it was the echo of every Matron wolf before me, filling the chamber, rattling the stone walls, shaking the doubters down to their bones. When the sound died, silence crushed us all. I staggered to my feet, chest heaving, the Crest still blazing against my palm. Around me, wolves bowed their heads one by one. Caleb’s eyes burned as he lowered his gaze. Asha knelt with her fists pressed to the ground. Even the rogues who had mocked me earlier bent the knee. All but one. A man with scars across his jaw and shoulders—his name was Brannic, a rogue fighter who had challenged me since the moment I’d entered the mountains—stepped forward, sneering.

he says as he gets comfortable "Good job, Mattie" I say waking over to the medicine cabinet and grabbing the tools we needed, "How can you fight off multiple rogues while waiting for back up?" I walk back to him and rip his pant leg apart. His knee was already the size of a bowling ball but I don't really feel bad. I've told him before we started that if he attacked with basic moves that I'd break a bone. He should be snood be happy that I only popped his knee out. Without a backward countdown or hesitation because that just makes things a lot worse, I pop his knee back into place making him groan while gripping the bedside railing in a death grip.

"Watch your mouth." "Or what?" Marcus laughed. "You'll challenge me? You're not ready, boy. And the council knows it." The elders murmured, nodding. Marcus turned to me. "You've embarrassed this pack. A mute human with no wolf, spreading her legs for a half-breed playboy. Do you have any idea what this does to our reputation?" I opened my mouth. No sound came out. The panic was closing in. Kael stepped forward. "She's not a whore. She's my mate."

All of them free in a way I’d only ever dreamed about. Marcus, big shaggy brown wolf, tipped his head back and let out the first long, rolling howl. Even though he’s not technically Alpha anymore, he still sounds like he owns the night. Everyone answered. The sound rolled up my spine and settled in my chest like a bruise. God, I wanted to be part of that sound so bad. I waited for Dane to step up. He always takes point on the full moon runs now. But… he didn’t show.

"You're such a freak, matty." Matthew grabbed one of her thighs and hooked it over his arm as he leaned over her and re-entered her again. "Oh-J-Jesu-" she cried out before Mattew slapped his hand over her mouth. "Tsk-tsk," he hissed. "The gods aren't fucking you. The devil is."

They struck up a conversation while I looked at the black haired one intently, my goal was to make him squirm. He fidgeted uncomfortably,“So-” "Not interested.” I cut him off, a bored look on my face. But then I thought of Caelum and how this would piss him off, I smiled wickedly. Leaning forward, I asked in a faux curious tone, “what's your name?" He visibly perked up “Matteo." “Well, Matteo, why don't you give me your number and we’ll set up something.” I winked at him flirtatiously. He eagerly nodded, his eyes fixed on my cleavage.

{TW: Violence} "You shitheads!" Matthew roared, his voice raw with fury. "Today's your last day in this world! Thirty minutes?! I only need five to bash your fucking heads in!" He charged at me again, throwing a flurry of punches so fast they started to lose precision. His movements were messy, driven by panic and desperation, but the sheer force behind them made them dangerous. I ducked and dodged, his fists whistling past my head, occasionally countering with sharp, punishing blows.

Matthew, Daisy's fiancé and my longtime crush. But he is on his knees near the porch, his leather jacket tossed carelessly behind him. Even in distress Matt still looks deliciously Handsome. Six foot three of battle hardened muscle that comes from years of riding, fighting and surviving in the Sons of Chaos MC. His broad shoulder strains against the faded black tee clinging to his sweat damp skin. Ink covers every inch of exposed skin—full sleeves of snarling wolves and flaming skulls. His hands are fisted in his hair while his shoulders shake violently as two bikers hold him up on either side.

He clenched his fists but said nothing. Matthew put his hand on my shoulder. “Mr. Mallory…” I pushed his hand away. “It's Chris.” Matthew chuckled before he leaned in. “I've seen guys like you before. You think you're above the law… that you can stonewall me and get away with it…” He took the cigar from me and crushed it in his bare fist. “I always get my guy. You feel me?” I moved back. This dude was scary as fuck.

“It’s a life, Sybil. I had no choice. But you have to believe me—the one I love has always been you.” At that moment, my mother returned, carrying my son after his bloodline test. Gavin looked at her as if he’d been thrown a lifeline. “We have a son,” he pleaded. “For him—please forgive me once.” My mother stepped between him and the pup. Her eyes were glacial. “You don’t get to touch him.” She didn’t strike him—She didn’t scream. She spoke with the quiet fury of a wolf protecting her blood. “If you come near my daughter or her pup again without her consent, I will take this to the Pack Council myself.”