Voltron Matt Novels & Stories

I shivered under its deep roughness, trying to awaken a primitive greed in me, one I don’t think I can control once it awoke. His eyes shined with a warning.. A warning that almost made me double think about my plan.. my game. With a slightly shaking figure, I spoke with the same pace, “Get the fu*k out, Tristan.” “You’re my mate. I can have you whenever I please.. and see you whenever I please,” He said, leaning closer over the bathtub. I hated that word, even though I had no understanding of it, I still hated it, because it only made my blood rush forward with a mad desire, clenching my core painfully.. silently begging for him.

They groaned and scrambled up to their feet weakly. "My name is Matthew Leverton, Guardian of Atlantis," Matthew grunted with a scowl as he charged again, this time with surprisingly good reflexes. He managed to knock him over against a rough stone wall. "And I know who you are, Hyusho Vorne. Stop destroying the Places of Worship!" "Ah, how nice for you to mention my name." Hyusho sneered as he raised his own sword and yelled. "Charge!"

“Today won’t be able to work.” “Why?” “Cause my dentist cancelled my morning appointment and postponed it to afternoon.” “Oh,” Ryan’s face turned sour. “I’m serious babe!” Yvonne tugged. “I only decided to come this morning cause I missed you. You can come with me on my way to the dentist later if you don’t believe me.” “No need for that,” Ryan smiled at her. “It’s fine. I trust you so of course I believe you.” “Thanks babe,” Yvonne smiled in return. “But you’ll come along, won’t you? I’ll be lonely and honestly the dentists are kinda scary.”

It was clearly a set up but If I blamed Fiona, who wound believe me? “I want nothing to do with you… you scandalous worthless Omega,” His words were as sharp as a knife, piercing me in every inch of my body as he spoke suck that it felt like my heart bled alongside his hurtful words. “I, Adrien Aston, reject you Julianne Landon as my mate.” “Adrien!!!” I got up, not even caring about the state of my well-being and dignity, but he had already turned away and left, not even bothering to cast me another glance.

The weight of his stare alone made several men look away in unease. “I am Matt,” he said, his voice deep and unwavering, “and I pledge my loyalty first to Alpha Damian, and then to Alpha Theo, the appointed leader of this pack. From this day, I serve with tooth and claw to protect the order of this house.” A pause. His eyes narrowed slightly, his tone sharpening.

Matt mocked. “No, he doesn't.” Roland shook his head with a small smile. He could see the fear buried away in Matt's eyes. “He’s planning on protecting his world, the only person who matters to him, his wife, Mia Manchester. And anyone who tries to harm a single hair on her head will be eaten alive by his dogs..” **** “You all sit here and cower in fear for that spoiled brat just because he has dogs? I also have dogs at home!” “You can’t compare your little Chihuahuas to two full grown pitbulls and a German shepherd, Edgar!”

' I asked. He smiled. 'My villa. Don't worry, just follow me.' His arms were warm and comforting, and I couldn't resist his mysterious scent. Inside, I glanced around at the exquisite decor, uneasiness creeping in. A business card on the coffee table caught my eye. 'Michael Edward Carter?!' I gasped. This was the legendary Alpha King, the most esteemed pureblood werewolf, controlling the wealth and resources of countless Lycan packs across North America, and James's uncle.

Plus, he was shirtless and I always enjoy that sight. We took a little longer at the training facility due to Matteo’s spur of the moment teaching lesson. I enjoyed watching Matteo be a leader to his warriors. I admire that he’s an alpha who isn’t afraid to get dirty with his men. He even transformed while we were there and I was surprised at his enormous and very menacing black wolf. I’ve never seen him transformed up close before.

Two traits that were foreign to Rider. Matty was six-foot-two with a muscular build. He had shaggy black hair and dimples on his cheeks. He was handsome, but unlike Conrad, he knew it. Matty was a bit of a playboy, but I didn’t mind. He was a big boy and was allowed to sleep with whomever he wanted. Our relationship was strictly in the friend zone. “Where have you been? We got here hours ago,” I asked as I finally climbed down from him.

He then turned his attention to me, concern etched on his face. "Are you alright?" he asked, his voice laced with worry. I nodded, a smile breaking through the intensity of the fight. "I'm fine. Let's keep going." Our eyes met a silent reassurance passing between them. We pressed forward, our movements becoming more fluid and confident. As the battle raged on, I caught glimpses of Matt's true power. His eyes glowed with an ethereal light, his muscles rippled with strength beyond the ordinary. His roars resonated through the warehouse, a testament to his alpha status.