Romans & histoires Katherine And Elena Fanfiction

“Does that worry you?” Alex considered the question. “No,” he said. “It tells me she’s thinking.” “And if she chooses wrong?” Alex’s voice was quiet—but absolute. “She won’t,” he said. __________ Katherine — Watching the Balance Shift Katherine stood at the window of a high-rise apartment that wasn’t hers on paper. The city sprawled beneath her—fragile, obedient. Elara’s voice crackled through the phone. “You went off-script,” Elara said. Katherine didn’t deny it.

They were wrong. My mind flashed back to the clearing of the neutral border camp hours ago. I could still see the blinding, pupil-less fire in Elena's silver eyes as she stood over a defeated Alpha Vance, forcing the global High Council to pledge their secret armies to her unified crown. She had looked like an indomitable Queen, completely healed from the silver gas payloads that should have rotted her core. She had stolen my crown. She had stolen the throne room. And worst of all, she had taken Kaelen.

He wanted her, too. He wanted her more than air. And I… Hell, I wasn’t doing much better. Fuck, I want to bend her over that fucking table where her tea cup sat, and bury my dick inside of her so deeply that she would forget any man that ever touched her before me. But I couldn’t. Not like that, not while she burned with anger. Not while she was looking at me like I was the enemy she wanted to defeat. I would never understand why Elena left. Things were better. We were good, and we both looked forward to our mating ceremony.

"Face it, Katherine. You are a low-born stray with nothing to offer an Alpha King. Your blood is weak. Your connections are worthless. Dear sister, for your own sake, you will agree to the divorce. The consequences of refusing are something you simply won't be able to bear." Not up to his standard. Nothing to offer. The words should have stung, but instead, they ignited a cold fire in Katherine's soul. Unknown to them, as they sneered at her worth, the entire elite of the city was clamoring for the designs of "Sienna," the brilliant, anonymous designer who was leading the industry. And they had no idea they were insulting her to her face. Katherine felt the final thread of their fabricated r

Together. back to Elena's narrative

Her smile was thin, forced. “Hold on!” Catherine stood up abruptly, her voice cutting through the room like a whip. “Elena, are you seriously saying, ‘Is it a sin to love both brothers?’” Elena looked taken aback. “What? What are you talking about?” Catherine wasn’t having it. “Don’t act like I don’t know you, Elena. You’re boy-crazy, but dragging that mess into this family? Really?” She shot back, her words dripping with disdain.

“Katherine was embarrassed. My father was treated like dirt. All because of them.” “She ruined everything,” I muttered. My hand tightened around the glass. “She left me like I was nothing. And now look at her. Standing next to Richard. Pregnant with his baby.” Elena turned to me. “Do you still want her?” I looked away for a second, my jaw tightening. I didn’t speak right away. I stared at the dance floor where couples were slow dancing, the music soft and romantic. “Yeah,” I said, finally. “I want her back. And if I can’t have her... then I’ll make sure Richard doesn’t either.”

Kate smiled and nodded her head saying "yes, I do and do you want something Elena, just tell me, and I will buy you everything" Elena shook her head a little, saying "No, I don't want anyone, come on, let's go back". Everyone goes back to the palace. Kate started to talk a lot about the things she saw and found in the market. while Elena joins the conversation and started to talk a lot, both Caleb and Hail are looking at them with a smile. On the other side:

Karen suspected that Elena had approached her and Liam because she was bothered by their presence together. Karen assumed that Elena must be jealous of their relationship and that her feelings for Liam were the cause. However, Karen's assumption was incorrect; The only feelings Elena had for Liam, seemed to be that of a deep heated hatred for him.