Madison Kate Series Novels & Stories

No one but my stepmom and stepsister came to the door to send me off. A huge decorated carriage was already waiting for me when I got outside. A guard stepped forward to take my hand, he looks so serious that I got scared. I looked back at my house. "I'm wishing you a happy life! Visit us when you finally have a chance." Tessa faked her tears just to seem like a sincere mother. She and her daughter waved at me as I got into the carriage. As soon as the door closed, I heard them laughing. Soon, the carriage started moving towards the huge castle the Lycan king lives in. The place that would have been the dream of most girls if he wasn't like that. Many would have wanted to get married to him.

Ceaser voiced out his thoughts and everyone probably assumed that he had found his mate but he paid them no heed as he could not imagine himself being mated to a common Rogue. All Kate wanted to do was just go home and lock herself in her room and just sleep to escape the harsh realities that faced her. As she was making her way home , a strong pair of hands made his way around her waist. She tried to remove the hands but the grip was so firm but surprisingly soothing and she felt very safe there.

Finally, slumber swept over her anyway, though she remembered thinking she might not sleep well again until they found Joan’s murderer and learned all the motives for it. Nightmares plagued her rest, and she tossed and turned. Most of the images remained shadowy and unformed, morphing from one terrifying scenario to the next without leaving a deep impression. Sometime early in the morning though, Madison had a vivid dream, haunted by bright green eyes and remembering where she had seen them besides Catherine Archer. Briefly, she surfaced to whisper the name, as though to embed it in her psyche, before returning to deep sleep no longer bothered by nightmares. * * *

he asked. I nodded. “If I wasn't fine, I wouldn't have come here.” I said. He chuckled. "So, what about Sebastian? Does he know that you came here?" “No,” I shook my head. Kennan nodded and then looked at Kate. “Catherine Maxwell, isn't it?” Kate nodded. “You know me?” “Of course I do.” Replying Kennan with a mysterious smile, he looked back at me. “You're saying...” I swallowed. "I can find anything here? What.. how about showing me whatever it is now?” I said.

As she whirled around to face him, she crashed into his hard chest. Kate’s breath hitched and she stepped a fraction of an inch away from Alex but he held her close. “It makes my fantasy run wild.” He said lastly. “Alex…” “What’s your biggest fantasy, Kate?” He questioned her, earning a gasp from Kate. Does she have a fantasy? Kate thought. She doubts she does. Back at the pub she worked at before she resigned to move to Sin city for this acting role, the girls there used to mention their biggest, darkest fantasy.

This was more than just Anya, it had to be. Just as Alex and I started out the front door, I heard my name called. Kate. Pivoting, I ran back to where she stood as Colby came over to put an arm around her. Her face was not telling me anything. “Is she alive?” I ask in desperation. I’m terrified of the answer, but I need to know. “She’s alive. We lost her a couple times on the table, but we were able to get her back. She had a lot of damage from the bullet,” Kate says as she explains the bullet hit her heart and her lung. Her concern now was more about the silver and wolfsbane that was in Miranda’s system.

Madelaine asked, leaning into me. “If she needs to protect me, she would definitely bite.” “Wow. So her and Daphne are like best friends?” How does that even correlate? “I don’t know, baby,” I said, and she sank deeper into my hold. I placed her over Daphne, untied her, and then got behind Maddy. I made sure Winter was right behind us and then we took off, back home. “Hold the reins, tight,” I leaned in and whispered to Madelaine.

"You're asking me to forgive someone who tried to end my life!" "You don't have to forgive her, but you can try to understand!" My chest rises and falls, each breath tasting like glowing embers. "You'd have me pat her on the head and send her on the way with a fucking bouquet of flowers." I drop Madison to the floor—she lands on her knees with a yelp. Katerina bends down to assist her. "Madison, are you okay?" she asks gently. I watch with disgust growing like a tumor. "One day, your softheartedness will be the death of me."

Seeing her departure, Ruth gently added another portion to my trencher, nodding toward Richard. "Continue your meal, Brooke. I must address your sister's posture." The alpha and his mate exchanged a silent, knowing look as Madison retreated. Madison stormed into her private chamber, her spirit drowning in dark thoughts. Ruth followed closely behind, easing the heavy wooden door shut. "What is troubling your wolf, Madison?" Madison's features softened slightly, a sudden hope flaring that her mother had scented her distress and had come to offer comfort. Yet Ruth stepped further into the room, her voice turning practical and firm. "Madison, I have selected an alpha suitor for your consideratio

“JM’s nowhere in sight either. Did Lor skip the slut and devirginized phase and go straight to Baby Mommy?” Kate’s taken aback by the early-in-the-morning, no-holds-barred attack, but she quickly recovers. “You know,” Kate says, “for a Christian, you’re real nosy and toxic. I have an idea what major you should take up in college. How about Master of Arts in Relaying Information Through Exaggerated Storytelling? In short, M.A.R.I.T.E.S.”