Matthew Big Mouth Mga Nobela at Kwento

The Crawl moon clubhouse doesn’t look like much from the road. From a distance, it could be any biker hangout you would rather not get caught dead in—a warehouse squatting on the edge of the desert, its windows blacked out, its parking lot filled by rows of bikes lined up beside each other. There’s a sign on the chain-link fence: No Trespassing. Underneath, in smaller red spray-paint: Seriously. Don’t. So naturally, here I am. The front door opens with a creak that feels like a warning than a faulty door. The smell hits me first—beer, smoke, leather, and different kinds of perfumes or none at all. The kind of smell that tells you no good thing has ever happened past this threshold.

‘Oh shit only one thing could smell this good’ ‘Mate!’ my wolf yells in my head Just then I look up at the 5 guys sitting crammed in a booth. They are all muscular and the 3 sitting together looked uncomfortable. Just as I am about to ask their drink order and look around at each of them, I catch sight of the most beautiful pair of green eyes. This man is yummy, dark brown hair, clean shaven on the sides, longer and combed to the side on top and a five o’clock shadow, I just want to feel it rub between my thighs. It took me only a second to take him in and have that naughty thought. However in that second I saw his eyes go from intrigue to pure disappointment. I knew in that second he was m

Holding the pillar for support, I said in a pleading voice, “You have to give me a chance to explain, mother…. I didn’t do anything deliberately.” With a swoosh of her hand, she appeared right in front of me. She pinched my cheeks roughly and said in a voice dripping with hatred, “What is left to explain, you little brat! You have already destroyed everything.” Tears brimmed in her eyes as she continued, “Taking you under my protection turned out to be the biggest mistake of my life!” Her words sliced my insides like millions of daggers. I gulped and looked into her eyes with a pleading expression, “Mother….”

Alpha Cowell complimented him. Sage bowed his head to return his gratitude and once more faced the audience," Right now we need to await those that had gone to the neighbourhood pack so we can know what steps we will be taking and while we wait, I need us to contemplate on how you think we should reply to Alpha Huston threat. The pup wants my mate which is impossible. Aurora is my mate and no one else," Sage conveyed with a growl.

She was acting rudely of course but it didn't bulge me, Mira wasn't bothered too because she was brooding over Darius. I recalled his deep green eyes staring into mine with his jaw ticking as he stared down at me. I couldn't help but notice how handsome he was, with his big muscles struggling under his shirt material. I've never seen anyone as tall and huge as him and it made me look tiny beside him. Only my Wolf was huge. 'our mate is really Hot,' Mira said as she envisioned the Big red wolf with fire in his eyes. 'Stop drooling over him Mira, he hates us' I said and she whined.

“Everything went wrong for our family the moment my father allowed that bastard to settle on the island.” “This time tomorrow, he’ll be settling in Hell,” I said. “Is that so?” boomed a voice from deep within the wood, making us both jump part. I whirled around. “Who’s there?” A gang of huge men strolled out from behind the trees. The biggest of them was six and a half feet tall and nearly as broad as Dad. He stood out among the others, not just because he was larger and that he was shirtless, but because of the stark contrast between his pale skin and the wiry black hair that carpeted his muscular torso.

“Name.” The female shook her head. “We didn’t get it.” Matthew’s tone turned dangerous. “Then describe him.” The female hesitated. The male spoke instead, quick as if he’d rather spit it out and be done with it. “Older. Gray in his beard. Scar at the left eye. Smells like cedar smoke and expensive whiskey. Talks like he’s used to being obeyed.” Matthew’s gaze flicked to Adam. That was enough to narrow the field. Adam’s voice stayed level. “And who else?”

I could tell by the way he carried himself that he was a few years older than me at least in his mid-twenties. He was tall, like taller than most basketball players, he had broad shoulders and judging by his muscular physique he mostly likely worked out every day. He has light green eyes and his hair was dark brown and he was also sporting a thick beard. I usually wasn't into guys with beards but on him, it just made him look even sexier. "Mate!" He growled as if he was some type of wild animal. "Alex, what's a mate?" Melissa asked from behind me.

Derrick ripped the seal tape off Matthew’s mouth in one swift, ruthless motion. The skin on Matthew’s lips, already split and bleeding, peeled with it. But Matthew didn’t flinch. He didn’t even hesitate. The moment his mouth was free, he summoned every ounce of disgust, every drop of rage he’d buried over the years, and spat—straight into Derrick’s face.

"Probably something about the pack alliance." He nodded and stood to leave. Just as he reached the door, I looked up and met his gaze. "Aiden," I said, my voice dangerously soft. "Your scent… it's almost identical to his. Are you sure you're not my mate?"