Novel & Cerita Mattia And Jenna

Just then, a young man enters the kitchen with a big grin on his face. "I thought I smelled bacon," he says, coming up behind Beth and kissing her cheek. She laughs. "This is Ethan," she tells me. "My mate. Ethan, this is Bria. Jeremiah's new mate." Ethan shakes my hand. He seems friendly, like a big puppy. "Hi Bri. Mind if I call you Bri?" "You can call me whatever you want," I reply. I can't help myself, I am warming to these friendly pack members. Another man enters.

The steak actually looks quite good. “Vivianne, I want you to go into town. There is someone very important I need you to find.” I look up at Papa and swallow the bite I had just taken. “Of course. Tell me the details.” A folder is placed on the table beside me. I open it slowly. There is no name listed, only a photograph of a woman in her early forties or fifties. She has features that remind me of someone from Egypt. “This woman needs to be brought back to me. She owes me a debt — and your mother, too. I also suspect she may be involved in whatever happened to Nova.”

“Maybe I do.” Kaliyah chuckled like lightly. Levi, watching silently, finally spoke. “This is Mirella. Ray’s mate.” Mirella turned dramatically toward Levi and gave a playful gasp. “Oh! Alpha, I beg your pardon. Greetings, Alpha.” The mock formality in her tone made her grin wider. Levi simply stabbed a piece of meat with his fork “Greetings to you too.” He said without looking up. Mirella turned back to Kaliyah, her eyes shining again. “We’re going to be such great friends, I can feel it.”

They both shared a look then stare at my face. "Girl, these girls are not excited only for function but for a man. Damien Paul." Jenna said. I gave her a weird look. I think I have heard this name before but I don't recall where and when? "What do you mean?" I questioned, she face palmed herself. Sierra laughed.

"Fine. It’s Matt. We texted. He admitted he had a crush on me in high school, and... we’re meeting up over the break." There was no way in hell I was going to admit to the girls that I actually texted him first. The room exploded. "I knew it!" Jenna screamed, jumping up and down like she’d just won the lottery. "You’re actually a brute! You’ve been sitting here acting like a little lost sheep while inside you were planning to get kinky as fuck!" "I am not a brute!" I argued, though I was secretly thrilled by the label. "And I'm not being kinky. I just want it to be... nice."

Jenna looked a lot like Rylee, but she wasn't Rylee. I used to have my doubts, but I could sense our Mate Bond. Perhaps I was being paranoid and overthinking it. Jenna interrupted our wedding, claiming that she was the real Rylee, and not the woman standing beside me. Everyone said that Jenna was lying. She had no scent, and I couldn't feel the mate bond from her. But somehow, my heart inexplicably throbbed when I looked at her, and my heart ached when she got hurt. What was going on?!

“Wait, what? What did you call my mate?” I stare at Luther. “Your mate is a Goddess, Luther Dalgaard.” “No, I’m not,” Jenna jumps out of her seat. “Until I mated with Luther, I was an Omega. If I were a Goddess, I wouldn’t have been so low in the food chain!” “My child,” I smile kindly while cupping Jenna’s cheek. It’s time to show Jenna who she is. “Let me show you something,” I clutch the sides of Jenna’s head, and her eyes widen.

Jenna turned and was met with three unfamiliar faces. An older woman with impeccable posture and cold, appraising eyes. Beside her stood a man about Kaelion’s age, tall and brooding with Kaelion’s sharp jaw and mismatched eyes. And a girl, close to Jenna’s age, with pale blonde hair and a smile that didn’t reach her eyes. The older woman gave her a look up and down. “So you’re Kaelion’s mate.” It wasn’t a question. It was an accusation. Jenna smiled politely. “Yes. I’m Jenna.”

he replied, his focus shifting between me and the woman, who was now crossing her arms, an amused look on her face. “We’ll go over that. But first, allow me to introduce you to Jenna, my project manager.” Mr Mattias said. Jenna stepped forward, extending her hand. “Nice to meet you, Shimma.” she said, her smile polite but her eyes challenging. “Likewise,” I replied, shaking her hand, trying to mask my unease. Mr Mattias cleared his throat, drawing my attention back to him. “Jenna and I were just discussing some upcoming projects. Why don’t you join us? Your input would be valuable.” Mr Mattias said to me.

She waved one of the magazines from under the coffee table that had the CEO and his heiress on the cover. Carrie had to laugh. “Now, that’s crazy.” Matias and Monique Blackbirds looked like two sides of the coin. Tall, well-built body encased in smooth pale skin that seemed not to have been touched by the harsh sun. They had different eyes, with Matias’ being a light shade of brown and his daughter’s a tantalizing blue color. Aside from the usual Alpha characteristics they shared with Greg, the tandem in the picture hardly looked like the young enthusiastic Alpha who would smile unprompted, unlike these two serious people.