Novels by Mathieu Forest

Dear readers, And that’s the end of it. Unbelievable, I know. I didn’t want to write an author’s note until I was absolutely finished with this, and now I am. The journey through telling the story of Hector and Layla has transformed me in ways I hadn’t thought possible—financially, mentally, cre

For years I had been afraid, unable to defend myself as people scorned me, and dictated who I was, where I stood. But none of that remained the case now. I had my mother, who was flawed and awkward, but perfect, I had a cousin who slightly terrified me. I had a grandfather, who had sacrificed h

Layla’s POV There was an edge of something dangerous in his tone even as he kneaded my ass playfully, and I shivered. My pulse raced. “I–It wasn’t intentional.” “Oh, I’m sure it wasn’t,” he murmured in something like pride. “My Little Wolf isn’t so little anymore, is she?” I swallowed in the

This time I forced my throat to open wider, taking him deeper, and Hector’s body bucked as my mouth worked over him; before I knew what was happening, he pulled away from me, grabbing me and throwing me back onto the bed. His weight settled over me as he pinned my wrists up over my head, and I ar

Layla’s POV Lust burned hot in my brain, making it impossible to think of anything beyond Hector. The feeling of his arms wrapped tightly around me as he carried me across Pack grounds, and his earthy wild male scent which left me powerless to resist his charms—all of these resulted in a sudden

“They WILL come, and right now you decide how ready you will be when they finally come at us.” She paused to let the meaning of her words sink in before finishing: “Now, I’ll invite my mother to come and take over; you can direct any questions you have at her.” The sound of a chair scraping acros

VIVTwo years was a lot of time to become an entirely different person. Truth be told, even a month would do if you were as determined as I was when I walked into my bank the morning after I delivered Xavier, shivering and more than a little bit ragged from having spent the night at a homeless shelter, but otherwise resolved.I knew that time was of the essence, and Willa would act swiftly to try and lock up all of my assets—so I requested a transfer of half of it into my best friend Kaleb’s account, before withdrawing the other half, effectively draining every single penny from it as my despair from the night before crystalized into a cold, hard rage when I saw that the money would not be enough to live comfortably off.I was angry at my father and his wife, angry that they would throw me out to the wolves without a thought for the baby I was now responsible for. I was angry that the sun still rose, and things continued as if my whole life hadn’t been thrown out the window. I was ang

DONI stayed in a shadowy corner of the diner so she wouldn’t notice how intensely I was staring at her, just as had become my habit over the past two weeks.The first time it was by mistake. I’d stumbled into it on one of my evening jogs, when I noticed that I had drained my bottle of water and still had a few miles more to go. Of course I didn’t need the exercise. Werewolf bodies worked differently from humans, though even if they hadn’t I could’ve easily picked up the pace, running faster if I wanted to.I could outrun anything (human or vehicle) in and out of my wolf form. But the evening jogs cleared my mind, gave me a moment alone, where my only goal was getting through the next mile and not worrying about the task of single handedly running a multi-billion-dollar corporation or heading one of the most prominent packs in the country. With jogging at least, I became unburdened.The diner was quaint, 70s themed with monochrome floors. A pair of cherry-red leather seats facing each

He felt now that he was not simply close to her, but that he did not know where he ended and she began.—Leo Tolstoy, Anna KareninaAn ear-wrenching scream tore through the hallways of St. Gerald’s Memorial Hospital, which caused everyone, patients and staff alike, to stop whatever it was they were preoccupied with at that moment as they tried to locate the source from which the hellish noise had emitted. All eyes descended on the stretcher upon which a heavily pregnant young woman laid spread. She was panting heavily. The harsh fluorescent lights revealed the liquid slicked sheen of her agonized face, which was covered in tears and mucus. Sweat rolled off her in rivulets, leaving the fabric of the elastic wife beater she has on soaked, and for a moment all was silent as the paramedics streaked past, but this peace was broken once more by another chilling scream followed by the ugly sound of vomiting as she turned her face to the side and retched out the contents of the meager lunch s

Later he would marvel at the fact that his heart hadn’t broken out of his chest to try and make a run for one of the windows, though it in no way beat his surprise at the subconscious decision he’d made to lie about his identity, so that he replied without hesitation,Gianni Moretti, as soon as the time came to introduce himself.Gianni because it was the first thing that came to mind when he thought o

Two things stood out to Camille as soon as the bespectacled man stepped into her office.The first was the sheer bulk of him, so that she’d initially thought he was a particularly well-dressed bodyguard, at least until he started to amble forward without hesitation, his gaze leveled steadily on hers in an unspoken challenge that seemed set on daring her to say otherwise—which led to the second thing she noticed abou

For all that he ate like a man who knew it was his last day alive and moved through the world with a slickness that left Nico feeling no small amount of discomfort, his sister-in-law’s belief in Jack Murchison did not go unfounded as the man not only looked into the claims on Camille Delacourt (which proved correct in the end), but took things a step further by pulling on a few strings, which is how barely a week after his conversation with Aria, the CEO of De Rossi Inc. found himself seated in the lobby ofBon Vivant Media, his feet tapping a steady, nervous rhythm into the tile-lined marble floors of the establishment.

Resplendently beautiful in the way only wild things are, with hair so red it looked like it must’ve been dyed even as it was lightened by age, Solange Delacourt could be charming when she wanted to be.An astute manipulator, she fell under that one percent of the population seemingly born with an inherent recognition of the fact that if you did not learn to bend, you would break. One had to be adaptable if they want

From somewhere in the house Luciana started to cry and Aria looked stunned, face devoid of anything even as her wide eyes took him in disbelievingly.“You’re joking.”

He noticed the self-satisfied grin she wore as soon as her face appeared on his MacBook screen; and later he would think of how that should’ve clued him in.“Hey Ari—”