Mitch Match Novels & Stories

He will be coming over more often to try and form a friendship with Taylor. When Matthew and Maribelle, Elijah and Machie's twins turned 18 only Matthew could smell a mate and he was so excited he started running around like a crazy man. He smelled every single person in attendance, even the really old people. As it wasn't an Alpha ceremony because that would be turning over to Jeremiah the whole pack wasn't there but quite a few of us were as it was still a huge deal. As we already knew Taylor was mated to Michael but she didn't when he came sniffing around our now 15 year old triplets she got really excited. Nathan was standing with us and Austin had to hold him back. Matthew sniffed all a

The wolfless Alpha is no more. I shift back quickly “I, Christoper King Wright as rightful heir to Riverbend Pack challenge you Dominic and Lucas false Alphas for the title of Alpha.” Everything quiets as the Twins shift back as well as Ireland who runs to Alpha Oliver. I see him say something and shove her back.

"Marissa, it's just a name. There's no need to make things difficult for Mel. Just pretend that it's your name on there and stop kicking up a fuss." I stared at him, genuinely confused as to how I was making things difficult for Melissa. The displeasure in Liam's eyes grew increasingly obvious, but just as he opened his mouth to berate me, someone couldn't stand the tension any longer and stepped forward to smooth things over. "Marissa, come, have some wine!" "Right! Tomorrow is the last day you two will be legally single, after all!" A few rounds of drinks later, the atmosphere once again became lively. I sat in a chair with Liam beside me, cutting steak. His movements were quick and practi

The pain from those final moments still had not fully faded. I was not about to make the same mistake twice, so I chose the three matches without hesitation. Everyone in the room froze. Someone mumbled, "Has Renee Gallagher completely lost it? Those are just three regular matches! It's not like they're made of gold." "That's a multi-billion dollar inheritance, and she's just handing it over to someone who was adopted? If Renee wants to play the saint, she should at least pick the right time!" "I can't even watch this. It's driving me nuts! If she doesn't know how to choose, let me do it for her!"

Both of us were stunned. The tall and slim man shouted drunkenly. He held his glass and walked toward us. He mumbled, “Thank you, Kevin, for providing us with such a nice dating platform. “If I can find a girlfriend here, I will surely give you a huge reward. “I must toast to you today.” Kevin immediately lifted his glass and clinked it against the man’s glass. “I hope you get what you wish for, Liam.” Kevin did not drink. He only drank soda, and his Adam’s apple bobbed as he drank it.

My voice is soft and small, not how I want it to sound. I’m grateful that the moment is interrupted by the man who lives next door. Caden has to pull away from whatever that was. Did I mention there are two apartments on our floor? Well, there are, and Mitch lives next door. “Hello, kids. Back from school already?” Mitch asks, and we both murmur, “Yes.” Mitch is at least three hundred pounds, and he’s always seen with food in his hands. His facial hair is trimmed in the style of Ice Cube.

] I tuned it all out and kept going, checking the final data line by line. Ten seconds. I locked everything in and hit submit. At the same beat, Julian tapped his screen. "3, 2, 1—time's up!" The host's voice cut off—both screens went black. A system notice flashed. [Submission detected. Verifying results...] The studio went dead silent. All eyes locked on the main screen. My palm stuck to the mouse. I stared at the black monitor. One thought on repeat— This fair match, five years overdue, finally ends now.

Mitch tosses Bram a wink and a not-so-subtle smile. “Mitch, sometimes, saying less is a strength. Learn to work that ability,” Bram sneers, making Mitch cower. It is almost funny since Mitch is a large and bulky guy. His hair is a dark brown, cropped on the sides, and longer on top, and his hair is shiny from grease. “What happens in a couple of weeks?” Daphne asks the question we are all thinking. Bram slowly chews the rest of his food while he delivers a glaring look at Mitch.

* * * The moment I see a darkened figure at my car is the moment I realize that Monday has twenty-four hours in it. “Ophelia,” Emmett says, his grin spreading as his arms open up wide. He looks sinful, his lips pillowy and his cheekbones high. When he smiles like he means it, it sends a zip to my core. “How was practice?” I check around us – my teammates are slowly driving away, their windows down and looking at us. But I don’t see any of the other Elites. Emmett is alone. Which is unusual.

That was entirely selfish of him. Grant continued following her tainted trail until he reached a medium sized stream. He leapt over to the other side, thinking that she might have gone over to the other side, but her scent wasn’t there. She must’ve either gone upstream or downstream. He thought she might have somehow found a map of the area since she seemed to be heading securely in a certain direction. “Michaels, have you found her?” Dale snapped through the link and he rolled his eyes. He was very moody for someone who didn’t want his mate.