Mha Cathleen Novels & Stories

The Red Room is my only salvation to save me from becoming a berserk Alpha. I sit on my new chair, close my eyes, and feel the comfortable leather. This is good. Suddenly I smell vanilla and dew grass scent getting closer and stronger. I know who is about to come in, so I swiftly grab any file from my desk and pretend to read it. I see it's a cosmopolitan magazine, the cover page has a photograph of Madonna kissing some model, who is one-third of her age. I sense Ethan inside my cabin but one thing that catches not only mine, but also my wolf’s attention is,

Martina said, and he nodded slowly. “I’ll be back soon, Celine.” He held my hand and I nodded. He stood up from the chair and headed out, while Martina sat on the chair. “I’m sorry about what happened to you, Celine.” She uttered and I let out a smile. “Thank you,” I answered. “I’m Martina. I am a Beta of the Joven’s pack.” She went ahead to shake my hand. “I’m Celine..” “C’mon, girl. I know you. You’re Ethan’s girlfriend. Everyone knows that.” She answered with a chuckle, and I let out a false smile.

Scott Kenneally, whom was the Alpha of The Moonwood Pack. Still staring at his reflection in a bid to quell the wolf within, thirty one year old, Marrok Phalen Kenneally shut off the faucette and turned his attention back to the sleeping blonde back in the main room. She'd been totally clueless about his status as a werewolf and he was pleased about it. She was shocked about his overwhelming libido and aggressive play at first, but she came to enjoy it and repeatedly participated in various rounds of "encores"until the sun came up.

Within a few minutes, she received the attacker's information from an anonymous source. "Wow, I did not expect this." She mumbled in amazement as her eyes skimmed past the files. PS: *The organisation Hila used to work in was divide into many groups called clans. There were the main branches: Hian Hoshi Hian Ji Hian Fang Hian Lao These groups were considered to birth the best assasins, with the Hian Hoshi (Hila's clan) at the topmost. I This explains why she easily got information from the Elder.

Kate POV “I Challenge Katelyn Adams for the Alpha title of the Golden Moon Pack!”. I couldn’t believe what I had heard. It was resonating through my mind, without fully comprehending. Looking into the crowd I wait for the voice to come forward. It’s familiar but with the crowd who jumped up loudly the voice was lost in the crowd.

She explains. I honestly didn’t give the camera a second thought after I realized that I forgot it at the barn. I was worried about getting Gabe to the packhouse and then I was busy trying to take care of him while he recuperated. “I also hear that you helped my little girl too.” She beamed at me. Then she grabbed my hand to examine my palm. How did she know? “It’s alright Hannah, you can trust Christine”, Gabe tells me seeing that I am anxious about this conversation. Christine goes on to explain that she works as a researcher for a nonprofit that was established by a coalition of packs in the area.

My name is Asher Smith CEO of Ash group of companies the number one top manufacturing company in New York and all over the country you can call me a mega Billionaire and that is why I don't want to be tied down with b**ches who only comes to me because of my money and how I handle them in bed. The b**ch my step mother brought is not exclusive and will I say she is the worst. I wonder where my stepmother got heard from, who even made her think she can boss over my workers with her so-called title of a fiancee and always wearing skimpy dresses exposing an unattractive boobs thinking I will fall for that, she's not even my type. I picked up my car keys and left the office to the beach the beach

I scrambled for an answer. I didn't know anything about the rich and wealthy. In fact my time with Sin made that abundantly clear. She raised a brow clearly waiting to catch me in a lie. Then it struck. Cathleen has a personal assistant. I remembered how she was rude and sounded very familiar with Cathleen the first time we spoke. “Personal assistant.” I rushed out. I rubbed my shoulder and chuckled. “I got her to do it for me.” She sighed and shook her head. She led me to the bed, grabbed my shoulder and looked me in the eyes.