Cat Alastor Novels & Stories

It was about that f*cker Alonso who attacked Rasmus, abducted Catherine -tried to kill her baby, and would've gotten her marked by his f*cking goon if they hadn't reached on time. Alonso had messed with Rasmus. In no f*ckin way, Hunter would let go of something that could help him capture that f*cker. She sniffed like a baby. His eyes skidded over to his hand that was grabbing her arm. His hold was tight for sure but her arm was so delicate, he could crush her bones in a blink. His gaze burned over her small fragile hand. Her dainty fingers tried to remove his ruthless hold. She was too delicate and fragile.

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!"

My wolf is not, even I feel that my wolf is an albino wolf. Kitty has white fur that is slightly dreadlocks but not rough, she has claws that are sharp but not strong and sharp, she also has paws and hands that are colored like bubble gum. There’s no way if my wolf is an omega from the common people can look so luxurious and beautiful like that, right? And from the start Kitty had a necklace with a scarlet pendant instead of a yellow shoulder strap. “Forget about this for a while, Kate. You have to prepare a few things for the dinner party.”

I reign in my shock at the expensive art hanging up, not really paying attention to where I am walking. Then I am colliding head on with what felt like a wall of granite. I glance up and look straight into the same smoky grey eyes that lurked in every corner of my dreams last night. Um. What. My brain is short-circuiting. “Wha— um. What?” Eloquent, Kat. He raises his eyebrows, clearly amused at my discombobulation. And, shit, I am staring. I open my mouth to try again, but nothing comes out.

I made a fist, which caused the vines to tighten. Finally, the struggling ceased, and it got a little easier to carry her. I wondered if she might have sprite or pixie blood, she was so light and small. She didn't seem to have much magic though, so that made it doubtful. Alastor, my black destrier, stood patiently in a clearing just down the road. I turned my head to whistle to him, but the pert ass of my captive was in the way. I suppressed the urge to run my hand over it, shocked that I would struggle to control myself this way.

Then he gripped the door handle and pulled it open just enough to catch a glimpse of her disappearing through the storeroom door at the other end of the hall. She’s going to be pissed with me, he thought, already sensing that Angel’s wolf was riled up. Then he quickly reminded himself, I’m the alpha’s son. She has no right to be pissed with me. Steeling himself for one pissed-off she-wolf, Layon pulled open the restroom door and began to make his way down the hallway toward the storeroom. Pausing at the door for only a moment to hear the sound of her throwing boxes round inside, he lifted his hand and knocked gently against the wood.