Truth Be Told Matthew West Lyrics Novels & Stories

"Baby are you alright,I mean you don't sound yourself!" Mathew said feigning innocence like he didn't know what was up with her,he was very sure she was going to either lie or deny the fact that she was horny. "Yes I am alright,I just need to take a bath,I have taken off my clothes and just need the strength to get up from the bed and go into the bathroom,I need to soak myself in hot water to stretch my nerves!" As Mae said each word her voice went lower and seductive, Matthew felt himself get hard,his smile dropped as he coughed and sat up on his seat well.

A beat of silence stretched between them before Matthew finally spoke. “Jessica, I know you’re angry. And you have every right to be.” His voice was steady, but there was a slight tremor in it, betraying his emotions. “I never lied about my identity to hurt you or your family. I did it because I wanted a life outside of my father’s name and riches. I wanted to be my own person—to pursue my own dreams without my family’s shadow looming over me.” Jessica’s fingers curled into her palms under the table. She hated how sincere he sounded. Hated that she could still read his emotions in his voice.

Grace shoved me hard. I stumbled backward and slammed into the coffee table. Glass shattered everywhere. Ethan stepped forward, positioning himself in front of Grace, his gaze as cold as ice when he looked at me. "You're still lying? Grace said her father is fine. You're just trying to run away." "Ethan!" I stared at him in disbelief. "We're fated mates, and you still won't even believe me?" "Mates?" Grace scoffed. "A Rogue doesn't deserve to be Ethan's mate. Today I'm going to teach this fraud a lesson she won't forget!"

Unable to win me over, he now resorted to dragging my name through the mud. "Yes, I can't compare to my brother," he continued bitterly. "He awakened his wolf at ten. He's the strongest in the Northern Tribe. It's no wonder you chose him over me. But it's fine. I don't blame you. I'll love you silently from the shadows and protect you, even though you betrayed me." He even forced out two tears, as if I were the heartless villain. Sven scoffed. "Erik, I won't let you slander my mate."

Ava thought about it and said, "She once said that some relative of Alpha was sick, and Alpha asked her to go out of this pack." Stephen gave her a sad smile and shook his head. Ava felt her mother had lied to her. "Why did she lie?" "No, she didn't lie to you. She just didn't tell you the whole truth." "What is the truth, Stephen?" Ava looked at him with hope in his eyes. Stephen sighed and replied, "This is about our parents." "Our parents?" "Yeah. Your mom and my dad are mates." When Ava heard that, she felt her head spin around. She took a step back.

As they were all situated inside, he flicked on the lock and spun on his heel to face two intimidating men with their arms crossed over their chests. "Alright, now spill," Sean ordered with an edge on his voice. Travis swallowed a lump that clogged up his throat and blew out a big breath, bracing himself. "Where do I begin..." he murmured, racking his brain for the right words. "After my 17th birthday, I've found my mate." Nathaniel frowned, very confused. "What does that have to do with Serena?" "It has everything to do with her because she's my mate."

Added more. *His mother knows. And she told me to tell him the truth. So that's what I'm going to do. Tonight. No more delays. No more excuses.* *Dear Jackson,* *This started as a lie. But somewhere between Mel's Diner and your mother's hospital room, it became the most honest thing in my life.* *I'm in love with you.* *And I think, I hope, you might love me too.* *So let's stop pretending.* *Let's be real.*

I constantly had the feeling that something was going to go wrong. “What are you thinking?” Beta Matthew asked as he sat on the other side of the bed. “Are you thinking of telling him the truth?” he asked, and a frown spread across my face. “What truth?” I feigned ignorance. “There is no truth to tell, Beta Matthew. The truth he needs to be told has already been said to him,” I murmured beneath my breath. There was no way I was letting him know that I'm his mate and the one who saved him in the woods. I saw no need in telling him.

Even though he's finding it difficult to speak he was still trying hard to tell me all this. "Matthew," I called tearfully. "Have a good life. Don't celebrate my death anniversary, and I'd be more hurt if you remain a playboy." He said that like a joke but it wasn't funny. It isn't funny that I'd remember all this for the rest of my life. "I love you." "I love you too. I love you so much." "Can you sing your lullaby? Would love to hear that." Matthew whispered. I sniffed again. That lullaby never does good. I sang the same song for my mother on her death bed not with my Matthew again!