Cat Returns Baron Novels & Stories

I said to Marcus, and his eyes softened a bit. "Get him treated and lock him up in the VIP cell along with his niece," Marcus said, and Uldrich was surprised at his kindness. "The Baron has an intermediary. His name is Bill Anders. He is a kappa in the Wind Pack. The place is heavily guarded with drugged-out wolves. Getting to him won't be easy. Once you find him, you will get the baron. " Uldrich told Marcus, and I was shocked at the wealth of information the man willingly divulged because of kindness.

Baron said, a smug grin forming. “N-no, Mr. Baron. That account has also been taken over. We can no longer access it…” Baron’s expression turned grim. BANG! “Damn it!” he cursed, slamming his desk. “That brat dared to declare war on me! I’ll make sure he meets the same fate as his father,” he growled, his eyes burning with rage as he ended the call.

I whisper to Madelyn. “You’re his mate?” “Oh, you’re so lucky!” “Is he warm?” “He looks like he’d be warm!” “All Alphas are warm.” “He was our last hope.” “Watch this,” I say softly to Madelyn who is struggling to keep up with the ping-pong like conversation of the sprites. “Baron loves to tease them.” Baron growls softly to get their attention and all conversation stops instantly before they all begin to twitter excitedly. “Oh, I love the Alpha growl.”

“And why Tom suddenly sounds like he’s reciting lines.” I didn’t add the rest. I didn’t tell him about the tattoo. The one I’d seen when Tom shifted in the chair—ink just above his spine. Half-hidden. Old. Familiar in the way nightmares were familiar. Not Grey’s mark. Not Lucien’s either. Something older. Something that should not have resurfaced. “I’m going back to Baron,” I said. “Lock the house down. Quietly. No visible escalation.” “Yes, boss.” I didn’t wait for more questions. Baron was pacing in the room when I opened the door. Not frantic—but restless. Barefoot. Hands running through his hair. He turned the second he sensed me, relief flashing across his face before concern took its p

he chucked down everything in his glass "damn! I'm very good with marriage advice. Maybe I should consider being a marriage counselor" I had to chuckle at that imagination. Baron in an office with super large reading glasses. We both shook our head at the same time "nay" we chorused. It's quite obvious that marriage counseling isn't Baron's calling. "Since that is out of the way" Baron said, "I can now tell you my real reason of being here. Petrov just arrived New York"

Baron’s smile also disappeared when he recognized him. She cleared her throat, hoping they would not end up arguing over something as harmless as running into an old boyfriend. "Uhm, Cay—" "This is your old friend, right?" Cayson cut in. With a serious expression, he extended his hand to Baron. "We meet again. I’m Cayson Montemayor, Rome’s husband." Baron nodded and managed to return a polite smile. He accepted Cayson’s handshake. "Baron Marquez, Mr. Montemayor. Nice to meet you again."

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!"

Elias smiled gently, did not expect so many days without close followers, but in just two days, he brought back two people who did not have a bit of health and intelligence. Elias turned to enter the bar, ignoring the stubbornness of the girl standing there. “Innkeeper, give me a pint of beer.” Elias sat in a corner, avoiding others to recognize his identity, raised his hand to call for service. “Yes now, yes now!” A werewolf that hasn't fully evolved yet, with a hairy face, holding a large beer bottle, ran very fast. “Please use it! Would you like something else to eat?” His slanted eyes looked extremely fierce, and he put the beer bottle on the table so that the beer from the jar filled th

he repeated firmly, the deep echo of his voice reverberating through the room. “And no one questions what I claim.” My heart dropped, and my stomach churned with something unfathomable. I could feel the sound of my own heart shattering in my own ears. “Then it is settled,” an elder said, jolting me from my reverie. And just like that, I'd been claimed by a man who'd never shown me his face–Prince Darion. …

Three massive crocodiles sprawled at his feet. Back then, I'd run around like a rat, dragging my cats from hiding spot to hiding spot. Not anymore. Now I had guardians too. I straightened up and walked out, head high. "Need something?" Alan didn't even glance at me. His eyes locked on my cats. "I saw what happened upstairs. Your little mutts have some bite. Hand them over. I might let you live." I let out a cold laugh. "They're my cats. Why would I give them to you?"