Victoria Mato Novels & Stories

He walked back to his private study, determined to clear his head. Just as he sat down at his desk, his personal phone rang. The screen lit up with a name he hadn't seen in over a year. Victoria. Mateo picked it up, a look of surprise crossing his features. "Victoria? It has been a long time." "Sorpresa, Mateo," a sharp, smooth voice purred through the speaker. Victoria was his ex-girlfriend, a brilliant and fiercely independent woman from an incredibly powerful tycoon family. Even after their breakup, they had remained distant allies. She didn't live in the shadow of family names; she ran her own massive corporate empires, owning major real estate and tech businesses in Washington, D.C.

he teased, holding her eyes. Celia swallowed, doing everything she could to keep tears from running down her face. “I can speak,” she answered with a shaky voice. He let her go. “Good.” Be sure to use that voice to tell yourself that you are not my mate. You’re just another unfortunate Omega who’ll be by herself forever.” Sheeva took Celia’s hand in hers and held on tightly. Her mother was always trying to support her. Always trying to be a rock. For how long? How long would it be her mother protecting her?

“Do you by any chance know Mattew Figueiredo?” He should have realized that he had stepped out of line when this question flew from his lips. He shouldn't have cared. He should have ignored it, but they kept meeting and then his friend told him that he wanted Victória. And here they were, meeting again. The series of coincidences provoked waves of irritation and frustration within him. Victória seemed to attract men like honey to bees, and somehow that annoyed him. Mattew Figueiredo? Victória froze when she heard the name.

Victoria said quietly, "she would have stayed. She would have believed you over me. But she didn't. She ran. Because deep down, she knows she's not good enough for you." I grabbed Victoria's arm. Not hard. Just enough to make her look at me. "Inka is everything," I said. Each word deliberate. "She is my mate. The only one I want. The only one I will ever want. And if you ever—EVER—insult her again, if you say one more word against her, I will make sure you regret it. Do you understand me?" "Let go of me." Victoria tried to pull away. "Do you understand?"

🌹 Victoria 🌹 Victoria Fontaine stood in the dimly lit war room of her private estate, the scent of expensive bourbon and aged leather filling the air. The walls, lined with bookshelves and surveillance monitors, cast eerie flickers of light against her sharp, composed features. Despite the chaos unraveling outside, she remained poised. The world was beginning to turn against her, but she had not built an empire on panic. She had built it on control.

Mateo said still unsure. "It was only a week ago Lia," Carlos said. "A week ago that he marked you without consent," Mateo added. "Please," Lia begged. "You guys don't know what it's like to have a mate, no matter how hard I try I can't hate him." Mateo nodded, "Fine. I'll come with you." "I need to go to the base too," I said, "I want to go to the library." Mateo looked a little confused. "Reading Mateo," Marco said in a bored tone, "Have you heard of it? Books and stuff."

Alpha Ryan Damison All I see is red. Anger. My veins ferociously pulsate hard as I think of my mate. My mate is a guy, I can’t accept this shit. Clearly, the Moon goddess had it out for me. What a sly bitch, as there is no more hilarious mistake than pairing me with a guy! I knew she hated me from the start. But there were bigger bastards than me in the past. Then why me? Why? My chest heaves menacingly, anger and fury rising to the surface. The way my mate existed disgusts me. His gender disgust me, his thin body, his weakness, everything about him disgusts me.

The teacup Victoria was holding suddenly shattered into pieces, her face still smiling sweetly and her voice with a friendly tone but hiding a seeming danger in them. “...my my. How clumsy of me? I broke one of my favorite teacups. Sister Roana, why don’t you take a breather for a while. Hmm?” without any word, Roana exited the bunker. Knock, Knock, Knock “Mathias, I think that’s them.” Victoria said. Mathias rushed to the metal door as fast as his short legs could go. “Okay. Now, what was it that you wanted to say, Czarita?” Victoria said while signaling Aeshua and Antonio to take their seats.

When we reached Victoria’s floor, a nurse stopped us outside the ICU. “She’s awake,” the nurse said. “But she’s asking for both of you.” We stepped inside. Victoria’s eyes were open. She looked exhausted, but alert. The moment she saw us, she tried to sit up. “Don’t,” I said quickly, moving to her side. She ignored me and grabbed my wrist with surprising strength. “Your mother,” she rasped. “She contacted me three years ago. After the first time Damien was shot. She offered me money. Power. Everything I thought I wanted back then.”

He patiently waits for a few seconds until the call finally connects. "And to whom do I owe this miracle, the moon goddess or someone else?" Maite mocks from the other side. "Have you finally remembered that I exist? Do you want to send someone from the other side, a powerful alpha?" That makes Ragnar growl. Maite is a renegade of the Claro de Luna pack, but she chose to be one for very personal reasons that Ragnar fully understood when he found out. He never lost sight of her anyway and they were always in contact. She ran away from her abusive father when she had just turned 16. She had been systematically abused by him since she was much younger, and one day she couldn't take it anymore a