Matthew

Published by: eXtasy Books

Author : Catherine Lievens

ISBN :978-1-4874-4377-1

Page :124

Word Count :38700

Publication Date :2025-12-12

Series : Mutants#8

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Category : , LGBTQIA+ Romance , LGBTQIA+ , What's New

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Product Code: 978-1-4874-4377-1

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Matthew’s life is pretty normal—he lives in a small village, works with people he considers family, and occasionally raids hidden labs to rescue the people the scientists there experiment on. When he witnesses a car accident and rushes to help, he doesn‘t expect to find his mate sitting in the driver’s seat.

Alan’s life was pretty normal until he heard his boss talk about selling people to the Glass Research Company. Now, he’s on the run with nowhere to go and no idea what to do with the information—and with his boss coming after him.

Alan is safe in the village, but he can’t sit back and wait for this mess to blow over. He wants to stop his boss, and to do that, he’ll need help.

Luckily for Alan, his mate happens to be part of a tribe whose mission is to save the people his boss puts in danger.

Including Alan.

“You don’t get it,” Evan said. “They’re assassins. They kill people for a living.”

Matthew was amused. Evan wasn’t drunk, but he wasn’t quite sober, either. He wouldn’t be talking about this in the middle of the bar if he’d been sober. Thankfully, everyone in their small village knew about the council assassins, so it wasn’t a secret they needed to protect. If it had been, Evan would’ve failed a few beers ago.

“They’re not bad people,” Hansen said as he patted his mate’s hand.

“I never said they were,” Evan argued. “But they’re professional assassins. Like, they kill people for a living.”

Matthew had encountered the assassins before. He didn’t hold the same resentment for the council as Moore did, but he couldn’t deny that initially, they’d made him uneasy. He hadn’t understood how someone could kill people for a living, as Evan had put it. He still didn’t, but he’d seen enough things in his life to know that sometimes, the only thing one could do was kill the monsters.

“Moore doesn’t have a choice,” Hansen pointed out. “We need to do something to stop the hunters and close the labs.”

“What about the cops? We could call them,” Evan suggested.

Matthew and Hansen exchanged a glance. Evan had been in a lab, too. Hell, he’d been in several labs, locked behind bars, tortured, and turned into a mutant. It was sweet that he still believed the cops could do anything for the people in the same situation he’d been in. Matthew hoped he’d never change and that he’d stay the sweet man he was. Matthew and Hansen had seen too much, and it was too late for them. After the time they’d spent in the labs, they decided to fight them and the people who worked there. That had been even worse than being locked behind bars and experimented on. It had shown them the worst humanity could offer, and if it meant stopping these people, Matthew was all for killing them.

“Well, Moore said he was going to pull in the council’s enforcers, not their assassins,” Hansen offered.

“Yeah, I guess they’re the cops of the supernatural world. You think they’re going to do something about this?”

“They don’t have a choice.”

Evan frowned before he picked up his beer and drank what was left in the glass. Once it was empty, he blinked at it as if he was surprised it was empty. He probably was. He’d been chatting since they’d sat down, and he didn’t look like he’d kept track of how much he was drinking. It was a sign of how much he trusted Hansen and Matthew, and Matthew was glad. He wanted Hansen’s mate to trust him.

“When are they getting here, anyway?” Evan asked.

“Soon.”

It was all anyone knew. He supposed he could ask Moore, but people had been keeping their distance from him lately, including Matthew. Moore might have called in the council, but everyone knew how much he disliked having to deal with them. He’d do it because he wanted to help people, but he’d be vocal about how much he disliked it. Matthew had had to deal with him ranting about the council for years. He’d be happy to never have to listen to his speech ever again.

Evan blinked at something behind Matthew. Matthew started to turn to look, but Evan caught his arm and shook his head. “Don’t look,” he whispered. “It’s that guard.”

It took Matthew a moment to understand who Evan was talking about. “You mean Franklin?”

Evan nodded. “Yes, him.”

“He’s not really a guard.”

“He was wearing a guard’s uniform.”

“Yes, but he was in the lab for a good reason, remember?” Maybe he didn’t, considering how much he’d been drinking.

“He was looking for his siblings,” Evan murmured.

“He was.” Matthew turned and saw Franklin hanging by the door. The man was looking around the room, almost as if he was considering turning around and leaving. Maybe he was. He was a newcomer in the village, and some people didn’t want anything to do with him. They couldn’t trust someone who’d worked in a lab, even though he’d been there as a guard and had only taken the job to find his siblings.

Matthew didn’t know if he trusted Franklin, but there was only one way to find out.

He raised his hand and waved, catching Franklin’s attention. Evan said something, but Matthew ignored him.

“I don’t know if I like him,” Evan said.

“Well, you’re about to find out.”