Novel & Cerita Topanga Matthews

Zoe's pov I grab my phone and bag and go with Nate to the dining room for lunch. There is already Meredith and Alex waiting for us. But they don't want to eat at the packhouse. I sigh but do not protest. So I grab my keys and go to our garage for my black mustang and drive him before the packhouse so that everyone can get seated.

She asked loudly, waiting for him specifically to answer. War sighed, hating how all of this was turning out. His wolf just wanted to grab their mate and go but unfortunately, it was just not that easy. Not to mention she was upset. "Pomelia is my mate...my name is War from Bane pack," he explained to her, knowing he should just get that out of the way immediately. Bane pack was infamous...not a place where anyone wanted to brag about, at least not in such a holy place.

I am so worried about how bad these dreams get each and every day. I know something is bothering you and as I always say, take me as your best friend and feel free to tell me anything and everything.’ Mariam, Susan’s mother says sweetly to her, to which she nods her head positively. After a little more conversation with her daughter, Mariam retires to her room to continue her sleep. ~> Introduction to characters. Susan Parrish, female protagonists/ Black’s mate. There’s going to be a lot of her POV’s. Jones Black[Abbadon], male protagonist. There maybe a considerable amount of POV’s in his name.

Matthew said. “How many did he take specifically?” Gon asked. “Out of 1165, they took 816 items.” Theraphosa reported. “That’s a lot. If he consumed all of them, who knows if Mart could even crack him.” Rain said. “Who is Mart?” Theraphosa asked. “Matthew. He came here under a false name to hide his identity. In case you don’t know, he’s the most wanted man in the world right now.” “Lord Matthew is? For what reason?”

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

Damn this mate bond. "I'm done with you," I snapped, my eyes blazing. "I don't need you, James." "Emily, I'm about to become Alpha," he said, waiting for me to relent. "Being my mistress is your best choice. Your mother's life is at stake." He turned to leave, adding, "You'll come around. Your mother can't wait." "I don't need it!" I screamed after him, collapsing, tears streaming down my face. Was there no escape? Would I watch my mother suffer?

Marcus nodded and gestured toward the girl beside him. “This is Kate. I actually—” Before he could finish, Kate suddenly looped her arm through mine. “I know who you are! You’re Marcus’ girlfriend.” I froze for a moment. “No, I think you’ve got the wrong person.” Sure, Marcus and I had a past. However, that was years ago. At most, I was his ex. “No way I’d mistake you. Marcus’ phone wallpaper has been your picture for seven years. He’s never changed it! Grace, right? He talks about you all the time.” Kate laughed.

I glanced up at him to be sure, but when he nodded and smiled, I climbed into the front seat. He loaded my case in the back, took the driver’s seat, and started the ignition. “Disco Inferno” blared across the speakers, reminding me of the time Griff took me to the Super Cinema to watch Saturday Night Fever. Shortly after that, he had declared his love and said he would die if I didn’t accept him as my mate. My veins heated with a surge of fury, and I clenched my teeth. After I’d accepted him, we had danced to the tune of “More Than a Woman.” The bloody bastard had even worn a white three-piece suit that showed a perfect print of his huge dick.

Something strange and addictive rushed through me. “You need to stay here, Eila.” I stared at his half-open lips. Thoughts I didn’t want flooded my head as I lost my breath. I whispered in pain, “I know you feel it too, Marcus… You’re my mate.” I shook my head, not believing what I heard from my own mouth. He glared at me, deadly serious. “Stop spitting nonsense.” “You don’t believe me?” I shoved him hard enough to slip away, but before I reached the door, Marcus caught me, pinning me against the wall.

“What have gotten over you? Yes, Dennis is the fourth generation but that doesn’t change the fact that he is your Mate!” “He can never be my mate. I will never accept him as my mate. I deserve a strong man, a man worthy enough to be seen with me, not some riffraff. And to think that that little weak thing has to climb into his bed, ugh,” she groaned, her eyes shining blood red as her fangs elongated. “How dare she?” Martha frowned, calming down when she realized that her daughter was angry over something else. “She? Has the prince found his mate?”