Garen X Katarina Novels & Stories

She really didn’t like Ruben taking control of her ability to use her powers like that. “Just by that statement alone, I think it’s advisable…” Ruben whispered back as he gripped her thigh strongly. “Jackass!” She said through gritted teeth, folding her arms and looking away. Ruben leaned over close to her ear. “Are you going to behave here, baby?” Kat rolled her eyes and grunted in the affirmative. Ruben relaxed his grip and turned to face the warlocks who were watching the exchange with fascinated observance. “Gentlemen…this is Katarina.”

Zane I turn on the shower, letting the water wash through my hair and down my skin, rinsing away the blood. It’s smeared on my knuckles, across my body. None of it is mine. Most of it belongs to Augustine, the rest to the other wolf hunters. Coming out of the shower, I spot Katarina by the window, curled up on the floor with her hands resting on her knees, lost in thought. I dry off quickly, put on a polo and shorts, then kneel beside her.

I watched as Katerina walked out of the bathroom, fixing her dress as she walked toward us. “If it isn’t the little beauty, having fun?” Donatello said, stopping her. I couldn’t help the growl that escaped my chest as I got up from my seat. Carter followed in suit, following my gaze to see the Italian Lycan speaking to my wife. Katerina didn’t bother responding as she went to walk past him “I don’t bite, little wolf, not hard anyway…”

I jump to my feet and place my hands on my hips. “No, no, no! We aren’t doing this! I’m your mate… YOUR MATE! We don’t do separate and we don’t disappear. We have too much going against us to play those game. Anything you’re dealing with, WE are dealing with. That’s the way this shit works!” ~Aston~ Okay. Call me crazy or a typical guy, but an angry Katarina is a sexy as fuck Katarina. My dick twitched throughout her entire rant, and I want nothing more than to rip her clothes off and take her right here on this porch. Let’s have mate now.

he growled, trying to close the gap between him and me, but Xavier got between us. “She did it. I was there when Gamma Suri met Katrina,” “Interesting. Funny how the only people who were there to see this meeting are the excuse of a mate and his whore,” the man growls, and before I can blink, Xavier throws a punch, and it finds his jaw as I gasp. “Xavier!” I exclaimed, trying to stop him. The man laughed, turning to me. “What? Isn’t she a whore? Everyone knows how you have been passing her around among the three of you,” he smiled, but I let go of Xavier, turning to face him.

Who was adjusting his earpiece, the sunlight catching the sharp line of his jaw…like some male runaway model “ Darn!...why does he have to be so hot?…it make it so impossible not to stare” Katerina cursed inwardly to herself ​"Jackson is a gentleman," Katerina said, her voice sharp. "Xavier is... a weapon. There’s nothing to admire about a man, so cold"Katerina said convincing herself more than to Emily ​"Cold, huh?" Emily raised a perfectly groomed eyebrow. "Is that why you’re blushing? Because you’re 'annoyed'?"

And I'm so, so proud of you. Charlotte's eyes open again, finding me across the room. Charlotte stares at her mother for a long moment, then looks at me again. The silence stretches. Finally, she nods. Just once. Barely perceptible. Greta stands, leaning down to kiss Charlotte's forehead again. "I'm going to get some coffee and call your aunt. Greta leaves, the door clicking softly shut behind her. And then it's just me and Charlotte. I move closer, slowly, like I'm approaching a wounded animal. Pull a chair up beside her bed but don't sit yet.

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.

He is only 28 years old, and he is already a billionaire. Carter Darren and Nicolette Gray; The two should not be together, and yet their attraction and desire to each other will be stronger than their reasons.

But that whole situation is a story for another day. “Surely she’s young then, she can’t be any match for Angel and Katrina,” I said, scoffing. Katrina was the weretiger Chance’s mate and warlock Ben’s strongest daughter. He’d taught her all he knew. Katrina always did the impossible. Suddenly, just inside the property line it began to pour, like a torrential downpour. “Yeah! That’s something,” Kendra said, shooting her fists in the air. I immediately tried to mind-link Renata, but there was still no connection.