Katarina Martinovic Novels & Stories

“Your name is Marie? Why did they not add Ivanov to your name?” I shake my head and gesture for him to continue; I do not wish to converse with him any longer. "I, Marko Ninkovich Ivanov, Lycan of Ketria, reject Alba Marie Crane, High priestess of Ketria as my mate and part-." He stumbles, his discomfort growing more evident by the second. "Partner." "I, Alba Marie Crane, High priestess of Ketria, reject Marko Ninkovich Ivanov, my mate and-"

She knew that voice. Out of the crowd appeared Natasha, the female lead of Raid role that was aired nine years ago. Maria clutched was purse tighter, she was about to meet Natasha, The Natasha!

Among the many silent corridors of Nivera’s life, there was one voice that had never judged her, never questioned her silences or the secrets she refused to name. Martha. Nivera trusted few—almost none—but Martha had become the quiet exception. A young maid with a kind heart and a sharp tongue, Martha had been there from the very beginning, the day Nivera first arrived at the Night Walker palace. Back then, she had known nothing—not the customs, not the language, not even how to walk confidently across the cold stone floors. She had been a blank slate, alien and afraid. And Martha had been her lifeline.

Because of course, this was just another night of duties and fake smiles. Then the wind shifted, and I caught that scent. My wolf froze as every nerve in my body went on high alert. I turned, scanning the room until my eyes fell on her. She was standing at the corner, obviously trying to stay hidden. Her dress was a bit shabby and her dark hair was barely adorned. Nothing about her screamed “special,” but that pull inside me tightened so hard I could barely breathe. “Who’s that?” I’d asked Marcus. He glanced over. “Her? That’s Celia…Hartwood, I think. She’s an omega.” My eyes bulged for a second.

I didn’t know which of them was my real fated mate. Suddenly, the door slammed open. Cassandra stood there with two of her wolves behind her. Her eyes were full of hate. “I knew you were hiding a secret,” she snarled, hissing repeatedly. “You and your evil secrets.” Scarlett stepped in front of me, frowning at Cassandra. “Leave my daughter alone, you devilish woman!” Cassandra laughed and flew fast toward my mom, her claws hitting straight on my mother’s arm. “I want to make sure she dies. She is the devil here!”

He held on to my right shoulder, so I turned to face him. "Will you take your hand off my shoulder or I'll turn you into a mouse?" I raised my left eyebrow, glaring at his cold yet undeniably handsome face. "Whoops!" He immediately took his hand off my shoulder. "You two! What are you waiting for?" The guard on the table called us. He's looking at me from head to toe right now. I quickly walk towards him and say, "My name is Alenna Delevigne from the city of Nalaknabak. I'm a..."

A familiar voice made them all turn. The blonde woman was back, walking toward them with confident strides. Up close, she was even more striking—tall, athletic, with the kind of bone structure that belonged in magazines. Her coat probably cost more than most people's rent. "I forgot my gloves," she said, holding up expensive-looking leather gloves. Her accent was subtle but definitely Scandinavian. "Hello again." She smiled at Emma and the children like they were all old friends, but her eyes kept returning to Alek. "Emma, kids, this is Katarina Lindqvist," Alek said. His voice was carefully neutral. "Katarina, my wife Emma and our children Charlotte and Frankie."

And if he did, there’s no way we could pretend anymore that there was nothing going on between us. "I’ll be fine, Darvin. And besides, I don’t think Alpha Argon will hurt his future daughter-in-law." Katarina wrapped her arms around Darvin and hugged him for a quick second before pulling away and reaching for Alpha Lucas’ hand and clasping it with her. "And I promise I will keep in contact while I’m there." "You’re stubborn, Katarina." Her mate was still not okay with this. "But I’m not going to restrain you if you’ve already made up your mind."

“My name is Katarina, I am the head-maid here.” “The name’s Jaimie. Yes. I am the new bodyguard of Ana and Gavin.” I responded. Katarina looked at me from head-to-toe. “You’re so pretty. I expected the new bodyguard to be—” “Taller?” “Muscular.” She said matter-of-factly. “But yes, now that you mentioned it, I’d expected someone taller, and less… easy on the eyes.” She added. Katarina’s eyes scanned me once again; slower this time. She walked around me in a circle while keeping her eyes transfixed on me, surveying every detail of my frame.

"She keeps canceling. I suspect she's accelerating their training." Luna's voice echoed in my mind. *Mama. Someone watching. From the trees. Bad feeling.* I stood immediately. "Luna senses someone. North tree line." Through security feeds, we watched a young woman emerge from the forest, hands raised. "I'm not here to fight," she called. "My name is Katarina Volkov. I need help." We brought her to an interrogation room. She looked exhausted, malnourished. Her eyes glowed faintly silver.