Matthew Crawley Novels & Stories

Matthew said and Ambrose sensed a hint of anger in his tone. Mr. Willo nodded and they all went to the dining area to talk. Matthew explained how Drake came back, suddenly wanting his daughter but both birth certificates held Matthew's name and neither of them did a paternity test. Drake has the records from the fertility clinic and a part of Matthew was hoping that it wouldn't be enough for him to win custody.

“I’ll do whatever it takes. I’ll drop to my knees and plead. I’ll give myself up. I know Ronan wants me.” “Why?” Matt ignored him. “I’ll let you kill me. Just let Celeste go.” Alyx pretended to think about it. “Alright, plead. I’d like to see you on your knees.” Matt frowned, but much to Alyx’s surprise, he dropped to his knees in the snow. He looked up at Alyx through his dark lashes, a pinched look on his face. “Please let her go,” he said. His hand drifted further away from his gun. “Please. She’s innocent.”

Cecilia said to Matthew. Matthew jumped back a bit in shock. “Y-you’re her fiance?! And you’re a Noble?!” Cecilia was about to answer his question again until Phillip stopped her. “Allow me.” Phillip fixed his pose and introduced himself with a bow. “I am Phillip Crane, Lord of the Noble House of Crane and also Lady Cecilia’s fiance.” “O-oh, and I am Matthew Dragunov uhh Rookie rank Hunter of uhh something and also Cecilia’s friend.” Matthew introduced himself in the same way Phillip did, more or less.

‘Am I really going to die at Evelyn’s hands again? “Stop!” Two voices rang out in unison. It was Rowan. The other voice was… Evelyn’s original betrothed, Prince Randy Jackson of the Snow Wolf Tribe? Randy struck, knocking the dagger from Evelyn’s grip. Then, without hesitation, he scooped my barely conscious body into his arms. “Rowan, are you going to stop me, too? Mia doesn’t love you anymore! The only one who has ever truly loved you is me!” Evelyn screamed, lunging at Rowan in desperation.

“You think you can steal what’s mine? Claire was always mine. If you don’t back off, I’ll tell everyone who your family really is. Mafia disguised as a happy family. Choose wisely, Brooks.” The message was from Tyler, Claire’s ex-boyfriend. A boy from an influential family, captain of the university football team, with an ego as fragile as his morality. He hadn’t accepted the end of the relationship. And now he was using the only weapon he had: the past of the Sinclair-Rhodes-Voss-Brooks family. Matthew turned off the screen and took a deep breath. He hadn’t told anyone yet. Not his mother, not his father, not even Claire. He wanted to handle it alone. But he knew that was impossible.

I still don't know what my father and mother are like. After listening to Alpha Dylan talk about my parent status. I was even more shocked. I still learned some werewolf history, of which I was most impressed by Alpha Dominic, who was named the strongest Alpha in werewolf history. To this day, there hasn't been a single person whose strength has surpassed him, not even Charles. After talking for a while, Alpha Dylan left. I invited him to stay for lunch, but he declined because he had a lunch date with Luna Erina. After Alpha Dylan left, Charles walked out into the living room. He smiled and asked, "What did you and Alpha Dylan talk about?"

Freya “Congratulations!” I told Alec and Clay. They are done with their training and in two days, they will be taking their oath. I am excited because I know how much this means to them. They left the pack for me and even when Alec found his mate, Clay was still alone. I admit that in the event that Matteo had not found out about us being mates, I would gladly take him as my chosen mate. He is a good friend and brother to me even though I am a year older than him.

If anything, Matt was far from been called decent. “I…” I opened my mouth to expose Matthew Cruz and the danger of staying with him when we both heard a car honk coming from outside of our building. “That must be Mr. Cruz's son,” Dad smiled, his smile could melt a rock. “Please go get the door for him.” I stumped my feet on the ground as I walked out of my father's office, heading downstairs to usher the bad boy Matt into our house. Standing before the door, I did a cross sign and grabbed the doorknob, twisted the door open to revealed Matthew Cruz, leaning against the wall with his hands dipped inside his pant pocket. His unfortunately cute curly brown hair dripping wet and I assumed he had

I won’t name pressing quietly against my ribs. Maybe Tyler is good for me after all. I close my eyes. I sleep. Saturday morning I come downstairs and everyone is already at the table. My mother at the stove, Marcus with his tablet, Cain in his usual chair with his phone and his coffee and his jaw that I am not looking at. I pour my coffee and sit down. “How was your date?” My mother turns from the stove beaming. “Really good.” I reach for the cream. “He took me to this Italian place downtown. Called ahead two months ago to get a good table.” “Two months ago?” My mother sets down her spatula. “Apparently he’s been planning to ask me for a while.” I stir my coffee. “He’s fun