Mitch Match Novels & Stories

Cain Cadell I knew moving to Midwick was a good start. The town held a strong connection to almost all kinds of supernatural, it only made sense that I make it the place I rule from. I know I still have plenty of fights, maybe even wars, before I become a Lycan. "Perhaps tonight you'll finally find your mate." Daniel Braxton, my Beta and best friend, said as he came to stand next to me on the balcony. "You haven't lost hope yet?" I shook my head, "I will be thirty in a few months, Daniel. No wolf goes that long without their mate if they were ever meant to have one."

Tokunbo laughing "I know right" "This matchmaking things is working for Toks. If it's not because of the promise I made to Douglas..." Bibiana trailed off dreamily. Tokunbo laughing "Danielle why don't you try matchmaking? You may like him just like me" "No! I like to pick my men myself" Danielle answered proudly. "Why am I not surprised" Bibiana shakes her head. Tokunbo popped the last bite of her tart in her mouth. "Danielle won't you order for something?"

I was having a shitty day. I had thought getting detention on the first day of school was the worst thing that could happen but I was proven wrong by Mr Tale, the chemistry teacher, when he paired me up with Tyler for the rest of the semester during chemistry class. I had been a bit stunned when the man announced the pairing and I tried to get the man to give me a new partner after the class ended but he didn’t. Tyler had skipped the class so I didn’t get to see his reaction to that but I’m pretty sure it won’t be good.

Derek found out at 6pm. Marcus from the fourth floor. Jacket already on, bag over his shoulder, phone held out like he was doing Derek a favour. He said: "Hey, saw something online. Is it true? Sloane got married today?" Derek looked up from his screen. "To Caden Ashford?" The name landed like something thrown hard across the room. Derek took the phone. Looked at the photo. Grainy, taken from a distance outside a courthouse. Sloane in a dark coat. A tall man beside her, face half turned, but the height and the build and the way he stood told Derek everything he needed to know.

A narrow scar disappeared beneath the left side of her jaw. She held out her hand. “Sable Wynn.” “Maeve Cross.” Her grip remained firm, but her expression shifted when she heard my surname. Not fear. Recognition. “You’re Mara Cross’s sister.” I released her hand. “So I’ve been told.” Sable studied me for another moment, apparently deciding whether to ask the same questions everyone else wanted answered. She did not. “I’m from Frostmere,” she said instead. I knew the name. A small mountain pack on the far northern ridge. They had lost nearly a third of their hunting grounds during a landslide two years earlier. The winter following it had been brutal.

Noticing the tension in his expression, Khloe asked, "Worried?" Nick didn't answer directly. "We're forcing a match like this… do you think it'll work?"

I’ll stop the fight before she gets hurt but I know she can handle her own, she did with me and I’m trained far better than these warriors. “ we will let the girls start today’s match, Jade and Kimberly will you please enter the ring!” Jade walks in confident and bounces around to loosen up and Kimberly looks pissed. Alpha Josh starts to speak.” No wolf form Kimberly, both of you no fatal blows. Either a knock out or tap out will win the match. Any questions of the rules?” They both shake their head. Kim makes a stupid first move and thinks she can just win by brute force. Runs directly at Jade to land a blow.

They had only met a few days ago. Preparing for the auction had thrown them together, fast and messy. Mitch is a six-foot-four, broad-shouldered, dark hair falling just perfectly, Italian blood running through his veins god. And Lauren, tall, blonde, similar to a model. Sleek and sexy, every inch the soldier and the sister Mia trusted. Flirting had been subtle. A glance here. A smirk there. Words loaded with double meaning and sexual tension. But time? There wasn’t time. Not really.

Mitch's wolf said. “Yeah, but I thought mates were a myth,” Mitch replied. He knew his mate wasn't Katherine. He would have smelt her when she interrupted him in the bathroom. So, it must be the sexy black girl with big brown eyes. He made it his duty to get her at any cost.

But he's still in the room with Frank. Mitch looks over the rusted vault light, eyes the chain-cutters and the crowbar, weighs the chances in her head of being able to cut through even the corroded grill... And not be heard... And get down and in... And get Frank out again... And find Jenny... ... ... She watches from above as he lights up a cigarette, inhaling slowly, then blowing curls of smoke... Maybe six feet tall... Heavily built... ... Not the sharpest knife in the drawer though...