Tom X Matt Novels & Stories

“Seems like most everyone’s cool and calm, man. Things have been pretty subdued since that whole Fallen Angels thing went down a few weeks ago.” He shot King a sharp look, watched the man closely. Aidan was an ex-cop, an ex-DEA officer from Texas, and he knew how to read people like books… but Matt Kingston rarely gave anything much away. His military background, coupled with his special-ops experience with King’s Men, had resulted in an implacable and emotionless exterior.

I walked over to him as he closed the door behind them. “Uriel is coming to Midnight to talk to Xavier. I told Warhammer Guard to send a message to Felix as well.” Matt looked at me, “And Dennis?” “The Authorities will find out… after we’ve gotten what we needed out of Xavier.” Matt grinned, his eyes flickered with a feral red light that warmed my heart and shook me. “If only I could see his face.” I nodded and climbed into the car, “Let’s head back.”

Clayton trailed off, feeling the weight of the situation pressing down on him. Matt sighed, running his hands through his hair in frustration. "Of all the people I could have been stuck in this shitty situation with... Why did it have to be you?" he mused with a half-hearted smile. "What are you talking about? You didn't know me before all of this," Clayton replied, raising an eyebrow in confusion. "Alpha Thomas' prodigal son? The last of the Lupi Noctis? I may not have known you, but I knew of you. I'm also good friends with Chase and Josh, so you've obviously come up in conversation before," Matt explained with a shrug. "Oh yeah? What did they say?" Clayton asked curiously, intrigued by wh

"They sure are. I was just on the phone with Damon back at Olivia's place before you walked in. He wants to go shopping for the tuxes soon." "Fun! I wanna go." "Absolutely. I'd love for you to meet Damon's brother Matt. He's quite a character." "How so?" "He's the artsy type. Loves to paint and sing, but looks like a quarterback for the Dallas Cowboys. You'd never imagine him holing up in a paint studio unless you really knew him." "What's he do for a living?" I sat up and stretched my arms toward the sky as a yawn bubbled up inside of me. Being around Kendal was relaxing, almost too much so.

A deep grunt escaped my throat at the thought that she was also going to find out that I was her mate and would also perceive my scent. shit! I hissed and clenched my fist, bracing myself to reject her immediately; I wasn't worried about the pain because I was also planning to kill her. My name is Xander, the heir to the Red Moon Pack. Being the son of Alpha Xavier, I had to be more cruel than him, giving no space for romantic feelings, which do nothing other than make someone weak and act stupidly. Lena's POV.

“They’ll remember what was taken. I left before midnight. No fanfare. No vows. Just the blade, the map, and the fire burning beneath my ribs. The hunters wouldn’t stop. Dax’s war with the Council would spread. But none of that mattered unless I built something they couldn ’t tear down. A future. For me. For Lux. And for every wolf who had been told she was too wild, too broken, too much to lead. Let the snow drink my blood. Let the trees carry my name. I wasn’t prey anymore. I was Matron. And I was ready to rise.

I give a modest smile. I study him. "So Matt are you a doctor by chance?" I probe. "Yes, a neurosurgeon." he says flatly. Hmm. Long history with Cassie, clearly protective of her, comfortable around her too. Definitely a problem, a very polite problem. She grabs her coat. "Ignore him." I placed a hand over my chest. "Ouch! bella I'm hurt." I feign annoyance. "No one believes that." she smiles lightly. Matt laughed.

This was on top of Tatum’s group of three that would be moving all over looking for signs of Nixon. I am leading the group to the pack house so I can directly challenge the Alpha. Second Beta Michael is leading the group going to the housing complex as that will be harder to handle, searching all those individual houses. My beautiful mate, Matthew, is leading the third group to the unclaimed. We have a plan and we are heading out.

"I'm sorry, I could not hold back anymore, he drives me completely mad." "No, don't apologize." Easton dismissed with a wave of his hand, but he does get the man, who could resist Xander's kissable lips. "And Xander?" Catching his meaning Mattew's face dropped. "I don't know how to get through to him, I think he left this time madder than before but he did promise to take the job." "Well then, that's a good start." "You think?"

He wasn’t taller than me, so my head could easily reach his shoulder. “How have you been?” he pulled back, running a hand over his blond, curly hair that barely reached his neck, riffling it, “how’s your mom? Mom told me she was sick a while ago.” My excitement suddenly dropped. I could barely form my words as I stood frozen in front of him, looking blankly at his wide smile. “She passed away.” It was Xander who replied, his voice slightly lower than usual. Matt’s smile disappeared as quickly as it came, looking as if he would rather die than be here right now.