Cat Adams Novels & Stories

I nodded my head in the affirmative. Adam and Associates Company was one of the most famous companies in the werewolf world. They deal with home appliances. Rumor had it back then that there wasn’t a single household item you wanted that you wouldn’t get at the company. All of the sudden though, news flashed around that Adam lost his wife and that made him unstable, so one of the Associates had taken over the company pending when Adam would be certified okay to continue his duty. Why was this man mentioning the company now? My eyes slanted in suspicion immediately.

He knew that Adam's desire for autonomy was driven by a desire to maintain a semblance of normalcy in his life, even amidst the complexities of being a werewolf Alpha. As Adam made his way to the garage, Dominic and Maya followed him, their presence a testament to their unwavering loyalty. They watched as Adam approached his sleek black Porsche 911 Targa 4 GTS, a vehicle that reflected his penchant for elegance and performance. The engine roared to life, and Adam gave a brief nod in their direction before driving out of the garage. Dominic and Maya exchanged a glance, their thoughts unspoken yet understood. The dynamics of their pack had shifted since Adam's integration with the human world,

Adeena had a crush on him from a young age but never had the confidence to confess it to him in fear of it ruining their friendship, she had hoped that they would be mates, but that wish soon crumbled into pieces when both of them turned eighteen and shifted for the first time, both of their wolves not detecting each other as their mate. She still hoped for some miracle but that never happened when she found her mate in the form of a pack warrior from a pack situated in Canada. She left when she was twenty and hadn't seen Adryan for the duration of time that she was in Canada. Fast forwards six years later, one tragic incident made her find her way back home.

Adam giggled and clapped. Mateo looked at me with a smile and I smiled back. "Papa, is mama your favrt girl in the world?" Adam asked and I could feel my cheeks getting hot. Mateo looked at me with much adoration and said, "Yes, yes she is." * * * "No! I want to wear dis!" Adam said. "But, baby we are going to the Zoo, wear something casual." I reasoned. "No! I want to wear dis suit." He insisted.

I left the room and closed the door cause of the cat. I left the window open incase it wants to leave. I walked past the sitting room and paused when I saw Mr Adam alone watching television. He put his whole focus on whatever movie that was going on. He bit his lower lips and licked it. I couldn't take my eyes off his pink yummy looking lips. Oh my God!.. I've never seen someone so good looking and is also endowed with a great slim body. I remember seeing that chest for the first time last night. I could have stared at him till the next morning if not for Brandon.

It didn't take less than five seconds and I was healed magically. Nagisa's jaws dropped. " Just what are you?!" I put the bomb away and buried my hands deep in my pockets. " I'M A CAT WITH NINE LIVES!"

Adam asked and threw Felix to the ground making sure he crushed a bone before walking away He couldn't hurt Felix so it's of no use, he needs more prey, his monstrous nature is clouding his sense of reasoning so letting this clown live will be worth it for the meantime Felix winced in pain but didn't back down “You know I don't mind giving you my body and blood to sort your estrus and craving but my heart is off limits for devouring,” Felix muttered seeing clearly through the pain Adam tries to hide with his cold and scary facade, Adam gave him a murderous and unfriendly look before beckoning on Silvester “Take him home," he ordered then leaped away from the high building window Felix mouth

Adam stood framed in the doorway, his expression dark enough to curdle blood. "Mother." The single word carried centuries of Lancaster violence. Eve smiled. "Darling." Back in Adam's office—a temple of dark wood and darker secrets—I finally erupted. "I'm not some broodmare!" Adam slammed his ledger shut. "No. You're my wife." He stalked around the desk, caging me against the bookshelves. "And I'll be damned if I let them treat you like—" The intercom buzzed. Chloe's voice sliced through the tension:

I could feel my pulse in my throat. “You okay?” Adam’s voice slid in gently. I turned my head, only to find him already watching me, one brow slightly raised in that amused way he always wore when he saw me out of my depth. “I…” I looked out again. “This place is straight out of a period drama.” His lips curled into a grin. “You expected a two-bedroom in Chelsea?” “I expected… less horses.” Adam chuckled. “They’re my mother’s. Don’t worry, she only names them after historical figures.”

I called. "Yes," he looked up, expectantly, Atlas asleep in his hands. "Alec," I called as well and he simply met my gaze, answering with his eyes. "I, November Adams reject you both as my mate......"