Cato X Katniss Mga Nobela at Kwento

To switch places with me. But when I stand before the King and express my concern, the response I get from him shocks the life out of me. ******* Caterina's POV I may have grabbed the commander's attention during the physical tests due to my small stature, but luckily for me, we don't have enough time. The commander, who happens to be my mate (or should I say ex mate) is more focused on getting his wolves in order and being ready for when the enemy attacks as opposed to remembering when he ever admitted such a tiny looking boy into his army.

He’s not attacking. “What are you doing, Kyle? Don’t be stupid. Get back!” Katniss yells, successfully twisting her way out of my hold. She stands in front of me and points her sword at the man. “What do you want? Also here to cash in on the ten bags of Denarii on his head? Too bad you have to face me first.” Despite being way shorter than I am, she stands entirely unafraid, and the sight triggers a sudden, violent jolt inside my head. It feels like a memory — almost as if this exact scene has played out before.

"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.

he rasped, tugging at my T-shirt. “So take it off. And take yours off, while you’re at it.” I dragged at his shirt, and then we broke apart enough to fumble with our clothes until we were both bare-chested and panting. Cassian is gorgeous, big and strong and everything, down to the bulge in his jeans. His eyes seemed almost black as he watched me, his lips slick and parted. He looked like sin and sex but also mine. “Fuck, Athena…baby,” he breathed, his fingertips skating over my hips. “You’re so . . .” him calling me baby dis so many things to me.

Why did she do these things to me? “Okay, Killian,” Katya said walking into the living room. She really was drop-dead gorgeous. She was wearing her hair up in a high ponytail, a black tight tiny tee, and some jeans that hugged her so tight it should have been against the law, her biker boots made her easily a foot taller, but what caught my attention was her weapons. “What in the hell, are you Xena?” I ask, standing up. “What?” She said, putting her jacket on.

I didn't miss the glances Cain kept throwing my way while we were eating. "I can't believe the two of you are mates. You are going to be so happy together. We have to get everything ready for your mating ceremony," Catherine said "Catherine. Don't you think that is too soon?" My dad asked "No, they are mates. Besides, it will be good for her to have Cain, especially if she is going to be taking over the Pack," Catherine said, and that got my mom's attention "What do you mean?" My mom asked "We will talk about this later," my dad said

My pack should never know this, especially my uncle or else, he wouldn’t stop teasing me about it for the next ten years or so. I was not afraid of anyone. Until I met this woman. When I finally got to stand next to her without any goddamn door separating us, she blushed. “Stop looking at me like that, Alexander.” I palmed her lovely breasts and almost came right away. I missed touching these so much. “Like what?” “Like I’m your food.” I grinned and squeezed her nipples. She yelped. “You are my mate and my food, Katriona Aldana. Mine to claim. Mine to eat. Mine to taste. And mine to devour.”

"Supplies are out. Radio me if you need anything." Nate straightened and waited for Nakos to mount the ATV before climbing on behind him. He held the back of the seat, giving the foreman room to maneuver as Nakos drove them over the plains to the southern pasture. Which took twenty minutes. It still floored Nate how much land encompassed Cattenach Ranch. So much...breathing room. Honestly, he couldn't remember a time in his life where he could freely breathe. It was a luxury never afforded to him.

With feline grace, she leaned forward and claimed his lips with a hunger that belied the frostiness of their usual exchanges. "Fuck! What the fuck is wrong with you, woman?" Xavier recoiled, his words slicing the charged air between them. There was a ferocity in his tone, mirroring the cold, ruthless edge he carried like armor. But Cathleen was undeterred, her response hanging unspoken in the tension that now thrummed like a live wire through the car's cabin.

CATYA I was still thinking about that moment. Killian stepped out of the shadows, jaw cut like stone, suit clinging to him in ways that should’ve been illegal, and Rebel—oh Rebel—standing there with that knife at his man's throat like some avenging angel who didn’t know whether to stab or laugh. She told me she was going to the ladies', but I suspected something was wrong, so I followed her silently. And then? I whistled away. Literally. “Catya,” Rebel muttered, pulling her hoodie over her head as we left the store. Bags dangled from my hands, and she had her arms folded like she was a teenager instead of… well, Rebel. “You’re being loud.” I pressed the whistle into a tune just to annoy her.