Katarina Martinovic Novels & Stories

“Your job is simple, you are to give the Alpha an heir...” she said, looking the slave in the eye. “And if I can't?” She asked, looking down at her feet. “What happens then?” “You die...” ******************** In a world where a woman's value is only played by her ability to give a child, Serena is tested in a way like no other. Either you can give the Alpha an heir, or you die. But when he turns out to be her mate... the whole game changes.

“I can tell he’s already into me…all we need is a little time alone.” “The bike is ready,” Milo said, turning to her. “You should go now.” Catarina stood up. She was dressed perfectly. A tiny crop top and short denim shorts cut so high that they barely covered her butt. And the crop top sat on her chest alone, no bra supporting it. I was certain Alx wouldn’t find it easy to ignore her. Catarina grabbed the bottle and took a long drink straight from it. “I need to be a little high,” she said with a laugh. “It’ll make this easier.”

6:04 pm Use your charm. 6:05 pm Natasha is a good woman. She's the responsible daughter from the family Sy. She can handle their businesses very well so there's no doubt that she can be a good companion in life too. She's amazing! You'll never regret this day. Meet her okay? Meet her. Good luck sweetie! Love, Mom.

— Luciana knew that they were talking about the little girl. —Well, that makes me very happy, I think you already know most of them, so before starting the meeting, I'm going to introduce you to my beautiful daughter, the person in charge of the company, Luciana Brown, honey, this is Santiago O 'Brien — Santiago smiled as he finally knew who the beautiful woman was and extended his hand.

She was now Qiao Mo, the secretary to the President of of the Wushi Cooperation, and she was running late for work. She stormed out of her apartment building tying her long hair into a classic ponytail and wiping off the toast crumbs on her cheeks. Her long-sleeved white shirt was carefully tucked in her stripped skirt. Her purple coat hanging loosely on her leather purse almost fell off when she leaped on the bus. She still had seven minutes that, if there was no traffic would save her from a lecture from the president.

"She is yet to wake up. But according to the marks on her body, she has been under abuse for a long time. Others were still fresh." "It's like she had been whipped for a good number **of** years." The doctor said. "Do your best to make sure that she wakes up as soon as possible," Ashton said. "Yes, Alpha. We will do our best." Ashton waved his hand and walked towards the study room. Theo was following him. "What did you find out from your investigation?" "The girl's name is Maya Brown. She was saved by Mark Syden, the now alpha of wind winders pack." "What did you say her name was?" Ashton asked. He felt like he was hearing things.

INTRODUCTION: (Katerina's POV) I'm Katerina Bathas, seventeen years old. I'm the most underrated and hated shifter in my pack, the fallen moon pack. Yes, everyone, apart from my only friend, hated me for some reasons. Some say it's because of the way I look, others say it's because I am too weak and lazy to fight, to defend my pack or even myself in times of battle and so on.

But i still picked the call anyways. "Hi, please are you by anyways, Miss Selene Woods?" - A feminine voice came from the other end, soft, polite and yet, straight to the point. "Yes, i am she!!. How may i be of help to you?" - I replied in a wary tone. "Great!!. My name is Anne Moreau, i'm a manager at Livelia entertainment and also a friend of the professor." - She introduced herself briefly, her tone filled with strict professionalism. " Oh..." - I gasped.

I walked to the driver and smiled. “Caren Inc please” I slipped into the car and he drove off. Caren Inc was a large office building, it wasn’t so popular but I already felt a homy feeling around it. I stepped out of the car and walked into the building. I headed straight for the receptionist, a tall blonde woman with huge spectacles. Her tag said Mrs. Helen Mayer. “hey, I’m Camila Santiago and I applied for a job here” she glanced through some files and smiles.

She bites her lower lip— white teeth sinking into red flesh— then turns, smiling at the bartender. "Whisky please. Rocks." Her gaze returns to me, and she raises her eyebrows. "Make that two," I say, not leaving her gaze. A minute later he places the drinks in front of us, her hand immediately reaching out to bring it to her lips. "Katherine," she says after taking a slow sip, "but my friends call me Kat." "Adam, but everyone calls me Emilio." "I think I'll stick with Adam," she replies haughtily, daring me to tell her otherwise. I lean in closer to her, trailing her body with my eyes again. I can't stop looking at her legs. She notices, and again raises an eyebrow.