Cato Hunger Games Novels & Stories

assistant"> Aiden POV I've fought rogues. Broken bones with my bare hands. Stood across negotiating tables from Alphas who would've happily ripped my throat out if it benefited them. None of that prepared me for this. Cat is curled against my chest, breathing unevenly, fingers twisted in my shirt like she's anchoring herself to something solid while the heat still rolls through her in waves. Every instinct inside me is screaming. Claim. Hold. Finish what the bond started. I don't move.

Maeve The Sovereign Hunger stood in front of me. Not hidden. Not controlled. It was the curse carried by the strongest Alpha bloodlines, a violent, bottomless need that worsened when an Alpha reached maturity without a completed mate bond. Eventually, the wolf’s instincts consumed the man entirely, leaving behind nothing but hunger, possession, and the urge to destroy anything standing between him and what he wanted. And right now, Ronan wanted Darius dead. Darius lunged.

My son. My heart trembled. I fisted my hands so hard, my knuckles cracked. There was Massimo, Hamzat, and Adore Ridges, a man I stalked and chased for several years because Salvatore believed that he was one of Massimo's hands. Turned out that he was right. Presently, Adore Ridges was standing guard over the Crib. “David.” Katalina whimpered. She wanted to rush forward, but I grabbed her and held her back. She gave me a disgruntled look, but fortunately, she still had some rational left.

Chloe was so very shocked at Cath's appetite. " woah hand on there tiger" " whats gotten into you" Cath with most esgasperrated s her small jaw dropped at the amount of in take of food that she is currently comsuming and gobbling up the remaining like competition food eating contest to be exact. " Water. Water!" Tha The t someone who came by was none other than handsome stranger name Calvin A stranger doing thee chokig techniue to free her of the food that may have killed her.

September 6th Ella’s point of view At lunchtime on Sunday, I stirred the soup on the stove as Cato’s hand came swooping in once again. I slapped him away, and he gave me a disgruntled frown. “I don’t want your licked fingers in our lunch, Cato,” I snapped, “Plus, it’s boiling. You’ll burn yourself.” He groaned and leant against the counter, “I’m hungry, Mama.” “Maybe you’ll think twice about growing five inches in three months next time.”

Athena's POV I wake up with a splitting headache, but the soft embrace of my Egyptian cotton duvet covers makes it bearable. Turning to my side, I spot Cassian lying on top of the covers, deeply engrossed in his sketchbook. He’s drawing something, his brow furrowed in concentration. Suddenly, I’m acutely aware of myself—my makeup, the clothes I passed out in last night. I peek under the covers and realize I’m no longer in last night’s clothes; instead, I’m wearing a comfortable shirt from my closet. I’m still in my underwear, which means Cassian must have helped me change without taking advantage of me while I was out cold.

She fed Amanda a piece of cake with a broad smile, and Amanda reciprocated and hugged her. It's Godfather's turn," Liam spoke excitedly. All eyes turned to me, and the room's energy shifted slightly. I took a deep breath and approached Amanda with a small piece of cake in hand. As I reached her, our eyes met for a fleeting moment. The tension was intense, but I was determined to make this moment count despite everything.

"Enough. He's the captain. Just let it go and head home—I'll see you after I check in." He patted her arm, but Mandy wasn't about to let go. "Why don't you come over? I made cream soup to thank you for saving Momo." Momo, her fluffy Ragdoll cat. Wade hesitated, then nodded and tried calling me. But my phone was dead. Completely out. Annoyance flickered across his face. "Fine, playing games again. If you're not going to answer, then don't ever pick up," he muttered.

“I’m hungry too.” Catherine pretended not to hear him, so he went up to her and breathed into her ear. “I said I’m hungry. Did you hear me?” Her eyes trembled, and she almost dropped the spatula. Looking back at his brazenly handsome face, she gave a small smile. “Mr. Hill, I seem to remember you saying I’m as dirty as the women standing by the side of the street and that you never want to eat my cooking again because it’ll ruin your appetite.”

Only blunt weapons were allowed. Cass noticed her watching and grinned. She threw up a knife, freeing her hand to wave, then caught it. -Show off- Dannie mouthed to her with an eye roll but returned the grin. Another cheer rose through the crowd. Lee was holding up the wrist of the victor, a wiry looking man. He was practically caked head to toe with dirt. The two contenders left the makeshift arena. “Cassandra Mason and Alex McCaddin,” Lee called out next.