Nicola Peltz As Katara Novels & Stories

She came over to me, and as soon as she got close, Katyia decided to make her play and rested her hands on my shoulder. “I am Katyia Mendez, a model and entrepreneur. Who are you?” she asked, looking at Alessandra. Alessandra This bitch—I didn't spend five years and then some to have someone else have him or try and disrespect me. I moved her hands off his shoulder while smiling at her. I was aware that every single woman in the family was looking at us.

“I was an Omega. The weakest in my pack. “You were never an Omega,” Kael said, “Your old pack was blind. They suffocated you with their regulations and their social structure. Your real nature could not breathe in that land. The rejection was the key that unlocked you,” Kael said. He nodded at the spot on my leg. It was almost as if I could sense a warm glow springing from it. "This sign on your leg, it is more than simply a claim. It is a catalyst. And it shall serve to increase your power. Power for you and your child."

After all it was her wish to join his Empire and she knew for sure that what to expect here. She braided her hair and wore her boots. Her eyes sparkled because of the motivation she felt. She was one of the best killers and fighters in her gang. If Pakhan was calling her in the training room, he must be testing her skills. But he didn't know that Catalina was Perfect! She didn't need anymore practice or skills. Catalina was two minutes late upon reaching the training room and Mazov was already running thin on his patience. " Why did you take so long? " He asked before turning in her direction.

Percival probed. "I had to attend an important business meeting," Cadmus replied. "I'm sure you understand since we're all in the business industry." "No, I don't. We might be in the same industry, but we have different priorities. Katalina's on top of mine. But I also respect that we are not the same when it comes to that, Mr. Salazar." Percival kept a straight face, but I knew he was annoyed by Cadmus' presence. "I see," Cadmus uttered. "She does seem happier... I have never seen you laugh like that, Katalina."

Chapter 9 Caitlyn was standing beside her gate when Martin arrived in his car. She was wearing a black leather skirt that stopped way above her knees, a small white top that clung to her body, a black leather jacket, and a white shoe to match. Martin swallowed nothing as he stared at her. He was mesmerized by her beautiful face and body. He cleared his throat nervously, winded down, and poked his head out a little. "Get in!" He ordered her. She smiled and quickly rushed to enter the car.

She didn’t talk much as I looked her over… Though, she avoided eye contact. “Here’s a cloth to cover up with. Your sister is waiting for you in Jamira’s bedroom. Theodore will be back soon with clothes.” She shook her head okay, and went to the room, only saying thank you before she left. I went down the stairs again… Ready for the last child. I was surprised by what I saw though. “Do you think Layla will keep us? I want to prove to her we are useful. That we can help.” Tempest was talking to Jamira. I slid against the wall, hoping they did not hear me.

Katherine asked in utter disbelief, tears welling in her eyes. "What kind of man are you?" “Katherinet-" Convel began with slight impatience in his voice. "My name isn't Katherinet O'Donnelly," Katherine interrupted, her voice so cold that Convel visibly shivered. "It's Katherine Anne Scotts. My parents are George and Margaret Parker. They may not be perfect but they raised me, and I love them unconditionally. You're not my father. I already have a father, and there isn't anything you can say or do to change that."

Charlotte glanced at the approaching figure. It was the time for her session with Matt and she was already feeling drained. Not only the initiation ceremony was stressing her out but the fact that Azraiel won’t be here for two days was also putting a hamper on her mood. “Luna!” Matt bowed his head slightly. “Please, just call me Charlotte.” It was weird hearing it. Luna. “As you wish.” Matt smiled slightly. “How is Katya?” She hasn’t met her yet but Azraiel told her that Katya was now living in a cabin near Matt’s house.

She flinched. Pain lanced behind her eyes, sharper this time, like someone had shoved a needle into the back of her skull. “Don’t chase ghosts,” Elara said, watching the micro‑twitch in her facial muscles. “They are inefficient.” On one screen, the footage paused on Kael’s close‑cropped ID photo. Hard light. Mugshot quality. > **PRIMARY THREAT: KAEL PETROV.** > **ROLE: BRATVA KINGPIN / SIREN DISRUPTOR.**

He lowered his weapon, barely. Then he opened the door. Katya stepped inside slowly. Her face softened at the sight of me—but there was something else behind her eyes now. Something trained. Calculated. “Hello, Elara,” she said calmly. “You look stronger than when I saw you last.” I swallowed hard. “What is this, Katya? What are you wearing?” “The truth,” she replied. “Something you were never allowed to see.” She walked further in, giving Damian a wary glance.