Katerina Petrova Novels & Stories

she snapped at Valentine. "Valentine O’hara," he replied with a mock bow. "Personal Assistant to Alpha Conrad Bradley. Now, you have two choices. You can step outside, call the Alpha, and attempt to secure a slot in his very busy schedule, or I will have the security team escort you from the premises for constituting a public nuisance." Katerina’s face turned a mottled red. She looked at Valentine, then her eyes locked onto Nadia with a venomous intensity. "Oh, I see. So it’s true you work here, you pestilential bitch."

He does not do the relationship type of shit. The 3rd Pioneer is Ekaterina Velika Fontaine, known as Katerina and Val’s younger sister. She is the CPO (Chief Product Officer) and Department Head of Marketing. She is also a business management graduate, but from HEC Paris. Her personality is quite similar to her brother. She’s known to be an extremely intelligent, attractive, and seductive woman who has a tendency to use men in many ways either for sex, money, help, attention, and support. She never falls in love with a man, but rather uses him and takes the advantages that he gives her.

The lycanthropes shrank back from the sunlight into the fog as much as they could as they didn't seem to like the sunlight. They're blood-drinking lycanthropes. What a surprise... Katherine thought scathingly. "Katherinet, I will give ye one more chance to be a dutiful daughter, and join me," Convel said, ignoring the discomfort of his coven. "If ye refuse, I will have no other choice but to put ye into a holding cell until my plans are complete or until ye learn to understand what it is that I am doin'." "How many times do I have to tell you? I'm not your daughter! Now do me a favor and drop dead" Katherine snapped angrily, rebellion shining like fire in the silver flecks of her now midnigh

"Grisha made certain of that." Roman smirked, flipping through his laptop, adding more surprises, "Oh, speaking of that, you know they tried to sell her into the US as a whore? The girl didn't even make it to the brothel," he continued, "And, her real name is Katerina Vasiliev. Twenty-five years old." Nikolai raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "Katerina Vasiliev? You mean Viktor's lover?" Roman's chuckle cut through the air, dark and ugly. "Love's a dangerous game, especially when you're playing it with the likes of Viktor."

he said. "Katerina Morozova. Ash-blond. Grey eyes. Originally from the Velgorod pack. Left the city approximately five years ago under—" Irina chose her next word with care "—difficult circumstances." She paused. "She's been working out of St. Krest. The theater restoration there was hers. It got published." Dmitri opened the folder.

“But instead, my ex slash auntie is asking me to help her track down a club girl. Tell me... Does Uncle Viktor know you're utilizing his pathetic nephew's resources behind his back?” I pulled my phone back toward me. "Viktor has nothing to do with this and if you value your breathing privileges, you won't mention my name or this photo to anyone, especially not him." ​Conrad’s chuckle faded. He leaned over the table, crossing his arms as he looked at the screen one more time. ​"I know her.” My ears perked up. Now, I have a lead. "Her name is Katerina. She’s an elite handler, a high-end, very exclusive contractor, usually hired by the old guard families in Los Angeles to dig up dirt on assets.

“If anyone present has any objections to this union, speak now or forever hold your peace.” Silence. For half a second. Then a woman stood. She was tall. Blonde. Pale. Expensive in the way women who had always been chosen tend to be. Her heels clicked sharply as she stepped into the aisle, eyes locked on Nikolai. “I object,” she shouted. A murmur swept through the crowd. I didn’t look away from her. Nikolai leaned toward me, his voice low. “My ex. Katerina.” I took her in properly then. The desperation beneath the confidence. The entitlement. The belief that history outweighed reality.

When Katerina needed someone to teach her how to fight without losing her softness, it was Kristina who stepped in, helping my mate . They’re the reason I still have a pack at all. They’re also the reason my children and my mate survived those dark years when I barely recognized myself. Kostas, now twenty-one, towers like his uncle. He has Kanella’s intensity and my temper. A protector by instinct, but prone to silence when the heart is involved. He watches everything, says little, and never backs down from duty. Katerina, eighteen, is fire wrapped in silk. She smiles too brightly, asks too many questions, and defies every tradition with joy.

’ Katerina gritted her teeth while coming up with various scenarios to make Nora suffer. Since she came home from Paris, nothing went right. Katerina found her mate, but he ended up being an Omega. Her father scolded her more times than she wished to remember. Before she could recover from meeting (and rejecting) George, Luciano showed up as her groom and played some game of hot and cold with Katerina while shagging Nora. Katerina didn’t get anything other than insults and embarrassment, and she was confident that even Omegas are laughing at her because that filthy girl saw her sucking off Luciano.

Lindsay was not disappointed. It turned out Cat’s full name was Ekaterina Dyatlov. She was born in Russia and became a citizen of the United States at the age of two after her family immigrated there. She had been an honor student throughout high school as well as a star athlete. She held bachelor’s degrees in biology, criminal justice, and forensic science, as well as a master’s degree in forensics. Lindsay was thrilled. The woman was intelligent and willing to learn.