Novel & Cerita Mattia And Jenna

"She reached for me. I took her wrist and moved it away. That's what she saw the middle of." Hayes is quiet for exactly one second. "Then go tell her that." * * * The twenty-eighth floor is quiet at noon. Priya and Marcus are at lunch. Jenna is at her workstation, the untouched coffee still exactly where I left it, a document open on her screen she is absolutely not reading. She looks up when I walk in. The professional mask is back — the one she was wearing the day she walked into the boardroom pitch. Composed. Distant. Glass.

TARA “I can’t ask you to come with me, Tara. Not when Nadia is all alone at her training,” Jenna said, the second we got outside the restaurant, her eyes still brimming red with unshed tears. It had been only months since Aidan and Jace first came into Vermont Pack, but I couldn’t blame Jenna for falling head over heels for Aidan’s beta in such a short time. I mean, the same thing happened with me and Aidan. As much as Jenna seldom talked about the dynamics of her relationship with him, I knew she cared deeply for him, but she still had other’s interests at heart, even when she was currently breaking with the news about Jace being hurt.

“So now tell us, little sis. Where is your mate?” Jenna flared up, her eyes red with anger as she turned around, walking downstairs towards Wonnell. “Do you really want to know who my mate is?” “Yes.” Wonnell replied. “If I tell you, do you think you will be able handle it?” Jenna asked. “There's nothing I can't handle. I'm Wonnell Manson.” She was being unnecessarily proud of herself. “My mate is Nick. The future Alpha of our pack. Understood!” “What!”

The games are normally about teamwork and athleticism but I have a feeling this year is much more than just that. I turn to check on the others and what they make of this short and unsettling speech. Sergei and Irina are busy talking it through using their mind-link, Anatoli just got up to get some food. Jenna just sits there, on her face a look of shock and disbelieve. “What’s wrong babe?” I turn to her and stretch out to hold her hand. “She’s my Mate.” She murmurs. “She, she’s too perfect. Her scent is a mix of mango, strawberries and mint, her voice is smooth like silk and have you seen how she looks. She is like a goddess, how on earth is she going to even like me!” Jenna whimpers and I

"Nice to meet you, mam but unfortunately it's Sr. Claire, not Jenna." Jenna gave her a sorry smile. Hanna let out a gasp and her hand instantly went to her mouth. She probably just remembered that Jenna was no longer Jenna. 'She is now Claire or should I say, Sr. Claire,' my wolf chimed making me laugh a little. I look back to find Shawn narrowing his eyes at me. I bet he is wondering what crazy idea I have on his mate that makes me laugh. Scoffing at his grumpy attitude I turn back to face Claire and her mother.

“This is my new girlfriend, Sara. Sara this is my best friend Matt and his girlfriend Stella who’s also a friend.” “A redhead girl!” Matt thought. “Do you want to come with me to the kitchen Sara?” they walked to the kitchen smiling at each other. The girl really seemed nice and sweet. Stella was ready to befriend her since she only knew Matt and John in the United States. Matt was looking confusingly at John. “For fuck’s sake, why are you doing this to yourself?” he rushed to him and grabbed him by his collar. “What do you mean?” he said blankly.

“No, thanks.” Matteo mirrored my position, his gangly legs shooting straight out, and locked in on the night sky. I’d overheard Daddy say Matteo was very smart, and he even skipped a grade last year. He said he’d be just like Mr. Vitale. Sometimes he even talked like him. Of course, I wasn’t all that impressed. After a long silence, he said, “There’re a billion stars, Nutella girl, and they all shine for you. My mama shines for my pa, but you will shine for me. Right?”

It’s comforting. “Cynthia! this is Matty, our best bartender in the house but fair warning. Don’t hit on him because now matter how hot he is, he has a mate, a fierce one. Just yesterday she threatened my boobs when she saw me smiling with her mate.” Mira said with a smirk. The Matty is question is a large man with bulky muscles and a moustache which suits him.

Muscle spasms begin to leave me weak and almost unaware of where I am. Mattia leaves a bite on my shoulder, as if his possessive self needs to mark my body as his own property, and somehow, that was by far the most pleasurable thing I felt. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the orgasm he had given me; our breaths were still trying to calm down when he pulled me into his arms. Mattia is an Italian man who is starting to have some gray hairs, making him even more charming. His finely drawn, thin lips are what make him even more beautiful. I run my hand over his full, neatly trimmed beard; his bright eyes on me are clear in their questioning.

“Jennie” Damon whispered,like he was dragging the words out of his throat. “You need to leave.” I said,pressing myself against the cold wall.” Leave before you do something you’ll regret later. Before you get me in more trouble.” Darian stepped forward.” We can’t leave: you feel it too,don’t you?” “I feel nothing for traitors who keep ruining my life.”I spat,but my wolf betrayed me with a soft whimper. Damon was on me in seconds,not touching yet. Just close enough that I feel the heat rolling off him."You're our mate,jennie.Not her."