Matty B Now Novels & Stories

“I was going to tell you this. I swear, I wasn't hoping for you to find out about us in this manner. I was....” He was stopped by his slut. She grabbed his arm and flashed me a mocking grin that my hands were itching to wipe from her. “We are mates.” She pointed at Devin and herself before chuckling. “He told me he promised you that he was going to make you his Luna, but I want to tell you that it was very low of you to have accepted.” Mate! Tears sprouted out of my eyes. I turned my attention back on Devin who was doing his best not to look me in the eyes. My chest was heaving heavily, and I knew I was bound to have a panic attack if I chose to remain in this soon with these lunatics.

a familiar voice adds and I freeze. When did Matteo get back from work?

Let the trees carry my name. I wasn’t prey anymore. I was Matron. And I was ready to rise.

“Ella Holden.” “Chris.” We said each other’s names at the same time. His eyes swept me from head to toe, and he raised his left brow. “You’ve become even more stunning.” I gave him a small smile and teased, “And you’ve changed too. You’re huge now… and look at all those tattoos covering you.” He glanced down at himself and shrugged. “People change with time.” He motioned toward the reclining chair that looked just like a dentist’s chair. “Sit here.”

"Are you saying your son and my daughter are mates?" "Exactly." Alpha Roderick nodded. "The Moon goddess did me dirty this time. My daughter mated to your son!" Zara said. She didn't look pleased. "San Francisco's bad boy and I heard he's an infamous playboy. Oh, yeah, don't be surprised. I know who your son is. He is quite popular in San Francisco, and I heard complaints from a lot of parents whose daughters got involved with him and got heartbroken. I'll say it's an honor to finally meet the troublemaker."

“We all know you’re an assfucker, so--- he started. But the door slammed. And I realized Noah was gone. Something inside me snapped. “You know,” I said, reaching for my bag, “you spend a lot of time thinking about gay sex for a guy who’s been benched half the season.” The air went still. “You trying to tell us something, Matty?” I dragged his name out, slow and mean. Matt’s mouth opened. Closed. He didn’t say shit. I grabbed my hoodie, shoved the phone and the note in my bag, and slung it over my shoulder.

Then added under his breath, "Not that anyone will now that Justin is in the picture." "Who's in the picture?" I feigned ignorance. "I should be the one asking," Matty said looking away, not wanting to look at me. Exhaling, I stepped in front of him so that he had no choice but to look at me. "Are you mad at me, Matty?" "No, I'm not," He said, his hazel eyes staring pointedly at the inflamed pimple on my forehead. Oh great. So he decided to focus his gaze on my forehead rather than make eye contact with me.

When Beta Zack finished reading I can feel my mate's emotions, he is very touched but he didn't want to show his emotions. I can feel his pain, his love for his mother. I can read Beta Zack's emotions and mind. Beta Zack thinks 'He deserves all the love in the world, he looks so painful, his mother after so so many years wrote to him. should I go console him? But he doesn't like to show his emotions.'

Matt asked. “Yeah.” “How long?” “Eight years.” “What happened to him?” “Don’t know.” “Where he from?” “Originally, Louisiana.” “What is his last known address?” “Not sure. Hotel registration was to a PO Box in Georgia.” “Did he come here alone?” “Yep.” “How old is he?” “Twenty-nine, I think.” “Living family?” “An older sister, a brother-in-law, and three nieces.” “Shit,” Matt snarled as he pulled his hat off and turned around. “I should ring your fuckin’ neck.”