Novel & Cerita Kate Kane Batwoman

“Hope I’m not interrupting.” Out of defiance, Cato finished the kiss before he slowly pulled away. “You would have to be important to be an interruption. And you aren’t important.” Bates was in a black suit, dangerous and handsome like his brother. He had the same eyes and the same coldness—but he was definitely more arctic. His hands were in his pockets, and he glanced at me with obvious dislike. “I have Mr. Wong on a conference call. Thought you’d want to say a few words.”

I arranged an ambulance and showed concern about his condition, but deep down, I was proud of my mate. She came up with a better idea to teach that bastard a lesson. Now, Jace was in the operation theater, surgeons fixing the damage efficiently. But there wasn’t a chance in hell he would regain his functioning organs back. After all, Jace was in my territory. A cold smile touched my lips as I glanced at Dr. Karev. “Kate is a Luna, the shadow of the moon goddess. Of course, she knows better.” Then I asked the question that was bothering me.

“Rhea Kane. Your father hired me two hours ago when your usual team started dropping like flies. Clearly, they weren’t up to the job.” I swallowed hard, still staring. “You… you took down five guys. Alone. My bodyguards were all ex-Special Forces or something and they…” “...got themselves killed in the first thirty seconds,” she finished, peeling off her gloves finger by finger. “Amateurs. Too bulky, too slow, too busy posing.” She shrugged off her tactical jacket, revealing a tight black tank top underneath that clung to her athletic frame. Her arms were sculpted, shoulders strong, and the way the fabric stretched across her chest when she moved made my mouth go dry. A small tattoo of a coi

It was none other than the Medicine Sect Maiden, Kate. Luna was stunned but still invited Kate in. “Ms. Crestfall...” Kate looked at her with a focused gaze and asked, “How is your injury?” Injury? Luna’s hand holding the cup suddenly trembled. However, she quickly calmed down and pretended not to understand, asking, “What injury, Ms. Klein? I don’t quite understand.” Kate sat down and simply said, “Of course, I mean the injury from the battle with the Swallow family’s forebearer, Duncan Swallow! Would you understand better if I called you the master of the Shrouded Gate... Ugh—”

Keegan had no choice but to put his phone on speaker. Aldor said, "Mrs. Kane, does this Kayla Wilson have a mole on her eyebrow and wear multiple bangles when she goes out as if she wants everyone to know she's rich?" "Yes, yes, yes. That's her. Aldor, do you know who she is?" Aldor chuckled, "She's the daughter of Mark Wilson. I do not personally know her, but Mr. Kane worked with his company before, so I did some background research on their family."

Kate grinned widely and giggle in her sleep. Although Kate was 10 years older than Zitrey, she's more childish compared to her little sister. However, this kind of personality won't have any trace if she's not with Zeth. Outsiders knew her as strict individual, merciless especially if it's work related. Despite this, she still has a lot of followers; who respected her greatly and idolize her wholeheartedly. In their eyes, Kate were noble, elegant, cool, dauntless, has extraordinary combat and firing skills, intelligent, wise, dependable and has unparalleled leadership skills, more importantly she took good care of her subordinates and people around her. Her merits were too many to count of.

Erica snapped, her anger rising. "Yes," Kate replied calmly, a disturbing emptiness in her eyes. "As long as your throat isn't being cut, it is not my concern." Erica gritted her teeth but said nothing more to the female. Kate was a grandmaster fighter specifically recruited from an elite rogue academy to serve the pack's interests. While incredibly powerful, she was also completely anti-social and cold, only taking orders from the patriarch himself and often ignoring Erica's direct commands. At least Erica had twenty other trusted pack guards with her, which gave her wolf some peace of mind as the shadows lengthened over the trail.

She stood in front of Batton in nothing but those emerald green lace panties and looked up at him with a soulful expression that took his breath away. “Fuck…” He sighed and shook his head as he closed his eyes for a moment. “Do all demon females look like you?” Kat couldn’t help but smile. “No…I’m unique…and that’s not being vain.” Batton chuckled and ran a hand through his close cropped dark hair as those golden rims in his eyes seemed to blaze with desire. “I’m actually glad to hear that…” Kat blushed and looked away, bringing her hands up to cover her breasts suddenly self-conscious. Batton coughed and grabbed the corset off the bed, looking at it and figuring out which way was up.

Lena turned to watch her, curiosity flickering across her features. “This is her,” she murmured. “The Luna.” “Yes,” I said, instinctively stepping between them. Lena’s silver eyes sparkled with amusement. “Relax, Alpha. If I meant her harm, we wouldn’t be having this conversation.” Kate moved past me before I could stop her, extending her hand. “I’m Kate.” Lena didn’t shake it. Instead, she reached out and brushed her fingers against Kate’s wrist, skin to skin. Kate gasped. Her knees buckled slightly. I caught her before she could fall. She blinked, breathless. “That was… different.”

she said with a small smile. I gave Damian the once-over. “That’s obvious.” His expression remained a cold mask. Tristan would have given me his twisted smile or that scary signature look, and I had to admit I preferred it to Damian’s unreadable face, because I had no doubt that he was just as brutal and messed up as his brother but even harder to read. Kate extended her hand. “Call me Kate.” I hesitated then took it. “Eleanor.” Her eyes fell to my arm. “I’m sorry.”