Mattigan Twain Warrior Novels & Stories

Misha squinted her eyes at me in displeasure, showing clearly that she didn't appreciate my words. "And did they let it out to you who had wounded him?" "The rogues in the southern border." She responded without batting a last. "Oh come on, you believe that rogue's bullshit. We all should know better than to believe Killian had let the rogues close enough to hurt him. He might fool others, but I never thought you guys would have been fooled. "Come clean, Sam, tell us that you are here to expose your brother." Matteo glared at me. It's very common knowledge that Elder Matteo is fond of Killian, for whatever messed-up reason known to him.

Warrior's Rise Sarah felt Cara and her group approaching before they spoke, but this time, she didn't tense or retreat. After her reconciliation with Matthew, her warrior spirit was stronger than ever, ready to face these challenges head-on. After fully mating, she felt stronger and more connected with Matthew. These girls would be nothing now. Their words would never sway him again. He held her tight today before they headed out to face the world. "Still hanging around where you don't belong?" Cara's sneer was familiar. "Even after Matthew showed interest in proper bloodlines?"

I was here to find my place, to rebuild my life on my terms. Miguel gestured toward the sparring ring in the center of the grounds. “Step in,” he said simply. I hesitated for only a moment before climbing in, the packed dirt under my boots firm and familiar. Across from me stood a tall warrior with broad shoulders and an arrogant smirk. His name was Darius, one of the senior wolves in Miguel’s pack. “So, you’re the outsider,” he said, circling me. “Let’s see if you can hold your own.”

Her hair was packed properly, even from where I stood I could see how she handled herself—as if she had already claimed the position of Luna. And then, a few minutes later, Mattias walked out. He wasn’t in full Alpha gear, but he looked sharp. Focused. His expression was unreadable — the same blank, almost cold look he had worn for weeks now. The same expression I’d learned not to take personally, even when it felt like a door had quietly closed between us. He walked past the warriors and headed straight for the horses. Straight to her. I didn’t move. I didn’t blink. I just kept watching.

She lifted her chin and pointed directly at me. “I am just as upset as you are!” Her voice quivered, the front she kept up faltering in the face of scrutiny. “But I cannot help that the illegitimate rogue still clings to a power that does not belong to her!” All eyes swiveled to stare up at me. I straightened, and muscle memory rested my hands on the railing in a queenly fashion. Old habits die hard. “It is her! Her mate has rejected her and still she is here! Seeping the power from the pack, steeling your strength and virility!” Her voice grew stronger with every word, and the Warriors began to shuffle in my direction.

she giggled. "A handful? I was a warrior in training." "You were adorable," she corrected, pecking his lips. Then she winked. "But don't worry. Now, you're just feral and handsome." He laughed, the sound rich and warm. He pointed to a photo of an elderly woman with silver hair and a kind, sharp face. "That was the Matriarch. She looked after Matthew and me when our parents were dealing with the council. She would have loved you, Willow. She always said I needed a mate who wouldn't be afraid to bite back."

I had never been so glad my siblings had moved onto larger packs, anywhere but here. When they found my dad, he had already started treating people. Most of the pack that was injured had burns, and luckily they were healing pretty quickly on their own. My arm was almost completely healed, most likely earning my first battle scar. An accomplishment that I had never expected to achieve. The worst injuries obtained were of the warriors who protected the pack to the best of their abilities. Matt had some of the worse. The wounds on his back were definitely going to scar him. To the majority of the pack, Matt was stoic and unfazed. In the eyes of Harriet, he was a baby demanding her love and affe

He spat, and I merely shrugged, unbothered. I had dealt with warriors with better skills and coordination, rogues even. I would be disappointed in myself if I were unable to handle just a few men who are not even considered warriors. “Bring it on,” I said simply, sweeping my gaze over Matt and his warriors. Now, someone like him doesn't deserve to be addressed as an alpha by me. He was never worthy of that title to begin with.

“If I’m going to be a Gamma warrior, I need to be prepared for every attack.” When he stared at me dumbfounded, I raised my brows at him. “You didn’t know I was training to be a warrior?” I asked him. “Do you normally throw daggers at those who haven’t trained?” His cheeks grew pink again and that was all the answers I needed. I looked at Adam who looked sheepish. He kept his eyes fixed on the ground and I could see the shame on his face. Things were starting to make sense now. Matt truly was a menace.

Clark added in But a scoff was quick to ease through Matt's lips when she finally raised his head, which had been buried in the file ahead of him. “You don't want them to scout him through the sun? And when exactly did you care about the guard or what they go through? Had you not been the one who stated clearly that they needed to go through all sorts of things to be worth calling a warrior?.” Matt Clark averted his gaze, not bothering to give a response, but then it was the choice he had not much about to do or bask in.