Truth Be Told Mathew West Novels & Stories

~Tilly POV~ “Matilda May. Third born of the top warriors in the pack, Greta and Harold, is cordially requested to train at the Warriors Elite at the bidding of Alpha Jeremiah of the Cursed Moon Pack.” My younger brother, Beckham, reads aloud in awe. He pauses for dramatic effect and I groan, covering my head with the blanket on my bed.

"What?" "Like a Band-Aid." He whispered to himself. He took a deep breath suddenly looking more nervous than before. The change in his behavior frighten me, whatever he had to say I knew couldn't be good. "I'm a werewolf, and you're my mate." He said bluntly. Once again I wonder, what the hell is a mate? And did he just say he was a werewolf? I nervously giggled. "I sorry what?" "I know it's crazy but I'm a werewolf." He said seriously, leaving me to believe that he was someone that need to be monitor closely by doctors.

My eyes found Mathew. I dug my heels into the ground, refusing to let the warriors drag me away because I needed to speak to him. "Did you do it?" I asked. "Were you with her?" I asked again, referring to Rosetta. Mathew glanced at Rosetta before stepping closer to me, his hands bound behind his back. "You're absolutely right. I'm the one who exposed the truth about you to everyone," Mathew said carefully, making sure not to admit that they had planned everything together.

"You remember Zendaya, don’t you? The woman you were supposed to marry? The one you humiliated by cheating on her with your own stepsister?" "I was stupid!" Matthew cried, holding up his hands in surrender with the intention of stopping the fury coming from the two men. "I didn’t know what I was doing—I was stupid, But I’ve changed!" "Have you?" Levi’s eyes shone with malicious intentions. "Then prove it. Tell us how exactly you've changed. I’m dying to hear it." Matthew’s throat immediately became dry as he struggled to speak. "I—I’ve been going to therapy! I’ve been working on my issues—on my insecurities. I’ve been reading books about self-growth. I’m not the same person I was!"

He then he let out his breath in a long sigh. "Well, bro, that was quite a story." That was the only thing he could think of to say in the resounding silence. "Everything I have told you has been the truth," Mateo replied with a dark tone in his voice. "Everything." Wilkud had to admit that it had been a very complex story and, in his own way, remarkably coherent for it to have been conceived and maintained by a madman if it really was nothing more than an invention of lies, deceptions, and half-truths.

I raised my hand like I was swearing an oath. He laughed, amused. "I don't have any secrets." Thinking back to what happened earlier on the lawn with Thorsten, Sasha, and their daughter, I couldn't resist. "What if it's something like... I don't know, a secret family?" Matthew nearly choked. "What nonsense are you talking about? I don't have anything like that." "Really? Nothing?" I tilted my head, feigning suspicion. "Really, nothing," he said, shaking his head firmly.

Why can't he tell me? " Mateo is a very soft man, But he's smart as well, I've been watching him for the past two months I came back here and he's honest, He doesn't involve himself in any shady deals, Trust me, He will be the best to use for what he want to do " " Why should I believe you? "I asked out of the blues and he squinted before walking closer to me.

West looked over at Matthew and asked "Did you have anything to do with this?" Matthew feigned innocence, and said "I don't know what you are talking about. Did I have anything to do with what?" Mr. West said "My banks have all called in their loans. The same is true for these other two gentlmen. It seems strange that all three of us have had our loans called in at the same time. So, tell me the truth! Did you do this?"

I need to go and lie down, but find me if you need more information about the western region. There was too much information and not enough. Matthew was evidently too exhausted to be of use so he had yet to make his appearance, but if there was anyone who would know more about the mysterious western region Margaretta spoke of, it was Matthew with his expansive trade route knowledge. And Beth had had enough of waiting. Didn't he want to help his old man friend with his killer problem, since he was the one who had brought him in the first place?

She'd been leaning against the car, watching the building with the particular stillness she had when she was holding something significant in. "Did you see him?" I'd asked. "I saw him go in," she'd said. "That was enough." I hadn't pushed. Had given her the distance she seemed to need, and we'd positioned ourselves according to the briefing, and the assembly had begun. Through the doors, Matthew was talking about his son. About what Theo had taught him by being honest. About how a four-year-old's willingness to say the true thing had informed what an adult was trying to learn to do.