Catwoman X Harley Novels & Stories

Joan eyes widened in shock at the sight of what her daughter had become “Ha…Harley?” she called as she slowly tried to approach her, Harley charged out of the room and towards the kanima outside. She took over the fight, it was now her battling with the kanima as they both rolled around in the passage, and Harley was at full power. She pounced on the kanima with full strength and started clawing her neck with her talons, Joan looked into her eyes and her daughter wasn’t there but this monster. The kanima shrieked but Harley wasn’t bothered, it was like she was getting maximum satisfaction from the way the kanima bled

Rebel chuckles. “Oh, that is just Mystique. She is Harmony’s Patger. Panther cross tiger. Don’t be scared of her. She is a big softy at heart. Just look at her like a giant house cat.” She says, and I can’t take my eyes off the cat. She is beautiful. “Hey momma.” We both stop and see Harmony walking towards us with Melody at her side as Maverick pushes the pram. “Oh sweetie, what are you doing here?” Rebel asks her as she walks closer to her daughter and hugs and kisses her before she kisses Maverick on her cheek and scoops Melody up in her arms.

“Yes. It was starting to bleed through to her wolf. She needed to relax, before her wolf took over and put Raven’s mind to sleep. You felt her power. If you want to limit her use of that power before she understands how to use it, then I suggest you trust me.” This is why I’ve never attempted to return, to rejoin a pack. Alphas in general are arrogant, but even more so when they feel their position is threatened. He knows that if I truly wanted to take it from him, I could. And it would take almost no effort, but I don’t want to. I have no desire to lead the hunters. Harold exhales through his nose. “She didn’t say anything.” “She wouldn’t yet,” I say. “She doesn’t know what she’s feeling, o

I dropped into my chair and waved off my wolves as they tried to rise. “Good of you to show up,” said my Beta, Harley, with a snort. She was a tomboy, her black hair cropped short and her ears glinting with multiple silver piercings. It still seemed odd to see her with her natural hair colour – back before the Eternal Winter, before our trade with the other packs had dried up, she’d dyed her hair pastel pink. Tattoos inked her whole body, with the words love and hate across each set of knuckles respectively. She flexed the hand with hate on and smirked up at me.

Harley wasn’t of my type, not by the standards I had always held for myself. She was chubby, soft in the way only life-hardened women got. She didn’t even have a wolf to begin with. Like the other girls I met, Harley didn’t walk like she owned the room. She probably had to convince herself just to breathe most of the day. And yet, there was something so special in her that had captivated my attention completely. My wolf, Blaze, surfaced, chiming in. He had a lot to say about Harley. “Princess is a strong woman. Didn’t you see how she taught Xander a lesson?

Though I just have no idea what that would look like. “I’d say an eye for an eye, but you took my entire fucking world. Dakota only took some weak fuck that was arrogant enough to walk into the lion’s den. Who matters to you most Micah? That scrawny fuck Atlas over there who looks about ready to piss his pants? Is he your namesake,” Harley taunts, as he raises his finger and points. My wolf and I both growl as we size up the piece of shit who wanted to lay claim on our mate.

“I’ll say. I heard the rumors, but I didn’t think they were true. Though there was no way my Harley bear would find his mate and not tell his gran about it.” Harley’s face reddened even more. His gran? “I’ve been meaning to come by, but I wasn’t really sure how to explain the situation,” Harley said sheepishly. “You mean the fact that she has multiple mates?” The woman said, a bit of amusement in her tone. “Is it true then? Is she the Moon Queen reincarnated?” Harley opened his mouth to say something but then he closed it, unsure of what to say exactly. I could tell he was uncomfortable with this topic, and I couldn’t blame him. It was about me and they were acting like I wasn’t even there.

“He doesn’t want to mate with me.” “Nobody could possibly want to mate with you,” Harley says, obviously provoked. “Who would want to mate with a Moon Caster?” “My mother did.” “Your mother was a whore.” I should have seen that coming. Still, the visceral reaction punches through me, and I jerk against my chains. Harley laughs cruelly. “She deserved what she got,” he says. “Poisoning our whole pack like that. By sleeping with a Moon Caster, she let bad blood in. If you’d been allowed to mate with Kaely, that bad blood would have been passed down.