Yellowjackets Lottie Matthews Novels & Stories

We had to catch him no matter what. "Me too. So don't worry. We'll definitely catch Gary this time." Matthew chimed in. "He can't escape this anymore." "Right. It's time for him to pay the price." Tyler added, causing my mouth to twitch into a smile. I know our friendship is beyond ordinary. And I was glad we share the same values even in such a situation. I couldn't imagine how my pack was without them.

“You've troubled yourself enough today so just get some rest.” My eyes blurred and my body swayed. What? “But– I am your Luna. I should stand by your side.” I spoke up again, biting my lips in a tremble. Whispers rose around us, chatters like incessant bee heaving. Arianna smirked. I glared at her, at him. Hatred was beginning to grow a seed in my body. I swallowed hard, “I'm your mate. I'm a yourate and your soon to-be Luna.”

Bruce says. Jess squeezes my hand, then lets go and steps forward. I’ve seen this play out so many times, but it’s different this time. It’s my best friend. Bruce takes her hand in his. “Jessica, our pack honors your kind heart and gentle nature,” he says. “Your mate will be the man whose kindness is equal to your own—Harley, son of Peter.” A smile breaks across Jess’s face as Harley steps forward to meet her. I’m happy too. Harley is a great match for my tender-hearted friend. He’s a total sweetheart. But he isn’t someone I would have wanted for myself.

" Jacob introduced himself. "What?" My mother sounded shocked. "I'm a wolf too!" Ronald stepped close while revealing himself; my mother looked at him. "I am a witch!" Rosie revealed her information from her side. My mother looked at Rosie with wide eyes in response. And then my mother's eyes rolled automatically towards Daniel. "I am on your team; I am a human!" He sounded so funny and blinked his eyes twice while showing his cuteness, and we laughed, ignoring the situation for a moment. "Now let me tell some secrets from our side!" Jacob said while stepping close to my mother.

Mateo's pov They all offered me appealing gazes but I knew that was a mask underneath their menacing looks. It was safe to say that no one in the mafia could trust each other but with the way things were moving, my height of paranoia would stretch to its limit and my patience was wearing thin. “Matteo has delivered the painting… but uh, is it safe here now that girl is around?” Angelou linked his fingers together. The man has more rings in his fingers and a scar on his left eye, evidence of five failed marriages. His eyes darted left and right as he spoke as though waiting for someone or backing him up.

“It’ll be all right, Jonah. We’ll get you out of these chains, get you a real meal and a bed, and you’ll be fine. You were confused. That bastard Kimball was threatening you. You’re safe here, I promise.” Oh, thank fuck, that made for good hearing, even though the sound of the stupid fake name I’d chosen when Kimball’s shaman Adam asked for one three months before made me wince. This was going to be even easier than I’d thought. Matthew was wrapped around my tattooed little finger. A second later, Matthew’s eyes rolled back in his head, the hand on the nape of my neck went limp, and he toppled to the floor, his head knocking a puff of filthy dust into the air as it thumped into the shag carp

Matthew kept complaining during the entire journey. In fact, when dealing with Jameson Zinke and his men, Matthew barely had a taste of the action. He was a large man. Although he was powerful, his speed among the Wolf’s Den members was below average. When he was about to attack someone, the other Wolf’s Den members had rushed over in excitement and destroyed his targets. There was not enough prey to go around. Tyr felt Matthew was annoying, so he answered in irritation, “In a few days, I’ll let you guys have all the fun you want. Plus, didn’t I get Max to give you guys missions from the dark web? Why are you guys still so free?”

“Don’t you want your mate to stay with you? Your arousal can be scented from a mile. After all, mate-pull is worse in the first three months.” Mathew jumped at Charlotte’s accurate observation, her correct judgment buck washed him. He placed his hand over his “O” shaped mouth, his eyes widened with disbelief. “Jason is not my mate.” He shook his head, denying Charlotte’s claim. “Ask your wolf, Mathew. He will never lie to you.” Charlotte’s Luna command broke the protective barrier of Mathew, his wolf surged out in a full glory. “Jason is mine. This prick is not treating him well.”

Trigger Warning: CONTAINS GRAPHIC VIOLENCE SCENES Greyson’s POV: Listening to Matthew dish out his plans to the other man that I had come to associate with the name Jake through their conversations sent an unexplainable feeling through me. In the space of an hour, I had been able to figure out that Matthew was not the man that I thought him to be, but things took an even worse turn when he began to talk about his plans of executing the people in his way to get to the spot of Alpha with Jake by his side.

Max "Think this belongs to one of the little girls?" Matthews says from behind me. I shrug my shoulders wanting to just get out of here. We normally don't have any problems with the women here but we are also trained not to trust anyone. Matthews walks over towards the small child located directly behind the woman attempting to communicate with Wells. The small little girl leans back, clearly afraid of the strange giant man in front of her, but after a moment, takes the doll in her clutch and buries her face in it. Matthews, now satisfied, stands and offers me a goofy grin.