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Azreal chuckled low in his throat and crossed his arms, “Mathew, have you told your brother’s and sister of your discovery during the full moon fire?” The Alpha’s question had Mathews heart beating so hard in his chest Mj couldn't help but hear it, “at least the kid has a strong heart,” she whispered to Dante and he nudged her to be quiet but she watched the Alpha’s attention catch and corner of his mouth slightly twitch upward, Mj bit her bottom lip to avoid saying anything else. Matt shook his head, “n-nn-n-n-no Alpha, I-I- k-kk-kept it s-ss-ss-secret, l-ll-l-lli,” Matt likced his lips and tried to breath before he started to speak again, “l-ll-li-like ww-w-wwe,” Azreal held up his hands t

human. "Mate!" My wolf growled.

Matertera Matilda covered me up from getting into trouble. Suddenly, everything around me started to take a complicated turn. Why does it feel like everyone knows something about me and that they are just keeping it a secret? What does Ava and Matertera Matilda mean when they told me those words? A fire within me started to rise and I suddenly feel like a madman with all these things going around my head. I am going to find out every piece of what they're hiding, whatever it takes. ———————————————————— IMPORTANT NOTE: The Characters and Events mentioned in this book are purely fictional and are not to be construed as even remotely inspired by persons and events known and unknown to the autho

“You’re so focused on saving your precious Cassie and fighting Lorenzo, you didn't notice the shadows moving among your own blood.” Leonardo slowly lifted his head, despite the burning pain in his ribs. “What... what are you talking about? My blood?” The wolfsbane was making his mind foggy. Matteo leaned in, dropping his voice to a conspiratorial whisper that still managed to carry through the dungeon’s silence. “I am Matteo Giovanni. Does that name mean anything to you, little cousin?”

Noah continued. I was a little displeased with this question. Noah was still a child. How could Catherine talk about the mate thing with him? "Yes or no?" Noah asked again as I didn't answer. His face grew solemn. I suppressed my anger and replied in a gentle tone, "No, I'm always single!" "You're lying..." Noah shouted in a sharp voice. "Your mate is called Gina. When I had just arrived at Sayreville, I heard from other werewolves that she is your Lycan Luna!" Noah said seriously.

Matteo’s smile was brighter than the sun as he picked up his video game back “All my friends at school are stuck on this puzzle too, but none of us wanted to look on the internet! I can’t wait to show them this on Monday!” “I’m happy to help.” Isaac smiled, but Alessandro didn't look very convinced. “You could have shown me this sooner, Matt. Anyone could have solved a simple reasoning riddle like that…” he grumbled, his expression of annoyance exactly the same as Massimo’s, especially when he muttered “But… At least the Carnbys were able to produce a single child with a brain, I guess.” “Oh, look at them…” Millicent touched her father’s shoulder “Bounding.”

"This doesn't make any sense." I peer at my mate with furrowed brows. "You're kidding right?" He makes a face at me. "What?" "You're holding it upside down." He squints at it then flips it over. "Oh. Yeah this makes a lot more sense." I roll my eyes and turn back to the maps on the wall. "Why are you reading that? Do you even know what a chimera is?" I ask. "Well no but I wanted to practice my Latin, and this was the first thing in Latin that I found on your bookshelf."

I’m the man who sets the corner on fire. And Matteo? He might still have Eli. But he just gave me something better. A revelation.

he muttered, rubbing his eyes. I hiccupped, glaring at him through tears. “Then, leave me alone.” “No,” he stretched out beside me, folding his arms behind his head like he owned the bed. “I’ll stay until you stop.” And he stayed. Every night after, whenever the crying started, Matteo was there. Sometimes he told me stories he made up on the spot, about kings who hid treasure, or knights who never lost a fight. Other times, he just stayed quiet, his steady breathing enough to calm me.