--Cassie--I was utterly exhausted and knew I needed some sleep before dinner. My body ached from the day's events, and all I wanted was a brief respite. I was aware that Alessandro was just three rooms away from mine, and the thought of encountering him filled me with dread. His intense glares and imposing presence had been enough to unsettle me, and I wasn’t in the mood for any confrontations.“I’ll get you when it’s time for dinner,” Valentina assured me with a kind smile. Her offer felt like a small blessing, and I nodded gratefully. As the elevator doors opened and I stepped onto my floor, I couldn’t help but smile in relief. There was no sign of Alessandro, and for a moment, I felt a sense of triumph. Finally, some peace. My happiness, however, was short-lived.The moment I opened the door to my room, my heart sank. Sitting casually on my bed, like he owned the place, was the very person I had been so eager to avoid. Alessandro. My shock must have been evident because he looked
–Alessandro–“Aless, why did you do that? Don’t you realize she’s human? She won’t be able to handle it until you’ve completed the bond!” Aunt Emily’s voice broke through the heavy silence, her words laced with anguish. Tears streamed down her face as she paced back and forth in the room, her trembling hands clutching at the hem of her apron. “She’s going to die, Aless! Don’t you see what you’ve done?”I stood there, my jaw clenched, unable to respond. The weight of her words crushed me, but I refused to let it show. Cassie had been unconscious for two days, her fragile body lying motionless on the enormous bed. Despite the medical care, herbs, and everything else we’d tried, there had been no sign of improvement. Her pale face was a stark reminder of my mistake—one I couldn’t undo.Aunt Emily’s cries echoed in my mind as I left the room, needing an escape from the suffocating guilt that clawed at me. The forest called to me, offering solace in its quiet isolation.Before the Accident
--Alessandro--“What did you do to my daughter, De Luca?” Mr. Robertson roared the moment I stepped into the room where she lay. His voice was sharp and accusing, filled with an anger I knew all too well.I clenched my fists, fighting the urge to retaliate. His outburst scraped against my already frayed patience, but I held my composure—not because I wanted to, but because I had been warned to. To my surprise, keeping my temper in check felt like the right decision, something that shocked even me. Under normal circumstances, his disrespect would have landed him in one of my cells by now.Ignoring him, I turned my focus to my Bambina. She was still unconscious, her face pale but serene. Her chest rose and fell steadily, a sight that brought me a fleeting moment of relief amidst the storm. Her well-being was all that mattered to me now—not his outbursts, not his threats.“Mr. Robertson, please lower your voice,” Aunt Emily pleaded, her tone firm but calm, an attempt to diffuse the tensi
--Alessandro--The past two days have been anything but smooth. Cassie still hasn’t woken up, and now a doctor is flying to America. One of the best doctors in the world is there, and it feels like the only hope left.Mr. Robertson is seething with anger, his fury practically radiating off him like heat from a blazing fire. His glares could melt steel, and I can’t even blame him. Last night, Cassie’s fever had spiked so high that even the pack doctor grew alarmed, calling it dangerous to her health. We sat by her side the entire night, taking turns dabbing cold water on her forehead in a desperate attempt to bring the fever down.The fever broke two hours ago, but the unease in my chest hasn’t subsided. Sleep has been a distant dream—I couldn’t close my eyes knowing she was lying there so pale, so fragile. Regret churned in my gut, a bitter companion to the growing fear that I might lose her.I had tried to convince myself, and even my closest confidants, that this connection with her
--Alessandro--I severed the connection, knowing he would act immediately. Blake was reliable, and in times like this, his attention to detail was invaluable.My gaze drifted to Stephanie, who sat nearby, her face streaked with tears. Her love for Cassie was evident, her heartbreak palpable. She clutched a handkerchief tightly, her shoulders trembling with each sob. Stephanie had always been like a sister to me, and seeing her in this state only added to the guilt weighing me down.Aunty Emily, however, wasn’t crying. She was angry—furious, even. Her lips pressed into a thin line, and she avoided looking at me altogether. Her silence was louder than any words she could have spoken. The kitchen staff, too, seemed to share her sentiments, their usual warm smiles replaced with icy glares. I could feel the tension in the air, thick and suffocating, as though everyone had decided I was to blame for what had happened to Cassie.I needed to escape the suffocating atmosphere. Rising from my c
--Alessanfro--“Did Dante notice something that made him act that way?” I wondered aloud, referring to his abrupt withdrawal from the pack’s affairs after the incident with Cassie. He hadn’t spoken much since it happened, his guilt suffocating him like a thick fog.Marco shook his head, walking over to my desk and settling into the chair opposite me. “He must’ve heard what the doctor said, but fear’s got him locked up inside his own head,” he said. “He probably blames himself for not being vigilant enough.”I sighed heavily, rubbing my temples as frustration simmered just beneath the surface. “How can we catch the person responsible now? The CCTV footage was deleted, and we’ve lost any solid leads.”Marco tilted his head, a knowing smile tugging at the corners of his lips. “We’ll bring in someone who can recover it,” he said, his confidence unwavering.I met his gaze, catching the subtle spark of determination in his eyes. “The boy,” I muttered, understanding his meaning.Marco nodded
--Cassie--“Cassie…”The sound of my name echoed faintly, pulling me out of my thoughts. I could hear voices around me, and instantly, annoyance surged through me. They were disturbing my much-needed rest. Why couldn’t they leave me in peace? But then, I heard a familiar voice—Alessandro. I instantly stiffened, my heart racing. Was he in my room again? No, I couldn’t deal with him right now. I was desperate to stay asleep, to escape the reality of his annoying presence.But it wasn’t just him. There were other voices. Hailey? Michelle? I wasn’t sure. Were they even in the country? Weren’t they in America? Panic twisted in my gut, and my mind began to race. How had I ended up here—at this lunatic's house, forced into a situation I hated with every fiber of my being? A forced marriage, a prison I couldn’t escape.“Cassie.”This time, it was my dad’s voice. His words cut through my haze, and I reluctantly opened my eyes. But the moment the light hit my vision, I snapped them shut again.
--Cassie--It was evening now, and the girls and I were planning to go swimming. Surprisingly, there was an indoor pool in the house, and it was heated to perfection. The warm water would be a welcome escape, a small slice of normalcy in the midst of everything. My room had been changed, and I was still on the same floor as Alessandro, though my room was at the far end of the hallway. I wasn’t facing the woods anymore, which gave me a strange sense of relief. Instead, I was facing the side of the house, and to my surprise, the view included a set of stables. I couldn’t help but be shocked; I hadn’t expected to see horses, or even the stables themselves. But it wasn’t the worst thing—it was quieter here, a little more removed from everything else.I had planned a lot of activities for the girls and me, to try and take my mind off the chaos. A dip in the pool seemed like the perfect way to unwind, even if it was temporary.But for now, I was with my friends, and that was enough. For to
"I was busily eating my food, savouring every bite. I was enjoying it so much. When I felt a sharp pain sear through my abdomen."Ahh!" I screamed, dropping my spoon as I clutched my belly."Why, what is wrong?" Alessandro came to my side immediately, looking all scared with fear as well as concern written all over his face."I feel so much pain," I said to him as the pain became more and more unbearable as I struggled to find my breath."Let me get the doctor." Without looking at me, he ran out of the room."Hailey and Michelle rushed to my side while Auntie Emily told me to breathe in and out as everyone looked scared of what was about to happen. ‘’Breath in and out, dear,’ Aunty Emily said, despite the tension in the air.The door opened and a nurse rushed to my side. "Can you please raise your legs? I would like to check", the nurse said to me Sensing the tension in the room as wellI obeyed, wanting to have this baby out of me soon."You are now eight centimetres dilated," she
--Cassie--The massive doors of the mansion swung open, and Alessandro drove through the entrance, the car gliding smoothly over the stone-paved driveway. The house stood in silent grandeur, its towering structure bathed in the soft glow of moonlight.As I stepped inside, I noticed the eerie stillness that had settled over the place. It seemed like everyone was already asleep. Not wanting to disturb anyone, I made my way straight to the kitchen, determined to prepare my meal myself. The hunger gnawed at my stomach, urging me to move quickly.I gathered the ingredients I needed, placing them neatly on the counter. With a flick of my wrist, I turned on the stove and cracked an egg into a sizzling pan, the rich aroma instantly filling the air. The gentle hum of the toaster and the quiet bubbling of the oatmeal on the stove created a soothing rhythm in the otherwise silent kitchen."Amore," Alessandro's deep voice called from the hallway."I'm in the kitchen!" I yelled back, keeping my fo
--Cassie--“Bambina,” he murmured, his voice low and rough, thick with restrained desire. The husky timbre sent a shiver down my spine, making my breath hitch. My heart pounded against my ribs, a frantic, unsteady rhythm that mirrored the sudden heat surging through my veins.His dark eyes roamed over me, devouring every inch as though he were memorizing the sight, branding it into his soul. There was something primal in his gaze, a possessiveness that made my stomach tighten and my knees weak. Slowly, deliberately, his fingers reached behind me, brushing the curve of my back as he deftly unclasped my bra. The whisper of fabric against my skin sent a fresh wave of anticipation coursing through me. The delicate garment slipped away, leaving me completely exposed beneath his heated scrutiny.A sharp gasp escaped my lips as I took in the intensity of his expression—raw, hungry, reverent. The evidence of his own desire pressed insistently against the fabric of his boxers, a silent testame
---Cassie--I am officially nine months pregnant, and honestly, I feel like a whale."Cassie, what have you been eating?" Aunty Emily exclaimed when she saw me.I just smiled at her, unable to find the words to explain that it wasn’t just cravings—it was hunger that never seemed to end.Aunty Sophia and her mate had just returned from a cruise after being away for about three weeks. This was the first time they'd seen me in all this time. Today, we were having a family dinner at her house, and she had invited Aunty Emily, Hailey, Lorenzo, Marco, Alessandro, Stephanie, Lalia, and me."The babies are both four kilos each," Alessandro said, his voice tinged with awe as he looked at my swollen belly."Are you serious?" Aunty Emily laughed. "Then they already weigh more than you did, Alessandro."Everyone chuckled, and I couldn't help but smile, though I could feel the weight of the truth in her words. I was carrying a lot of extra weight, but it was for a good cause. "Hello," her mate s
--Cassie--A sudden knock at the door broke the comfortable silence in the room."Someone’s knocking. Check who it is, Alessandro," I murmured, nudging him lightly.He groaned, stretching lazily before getting up from the bed. We were both curled up under the covers, waiting for the extra bed the nurse had promised to bring in an hour. Until then, Alessandro refused to leave my side, insisting he needed to be close to me.I watched as he made his way to the door, his steps slow and reluctant."Come in, Aunty Emily," Alessandro said, pulling the door open."You’re awake!" Aunty Emily’s voice was filled with relief and joy as she stepped inside."Yeah, I am," I replied with a small smile, watching as she made her way over to the sofa."I brought you some chicken soup, rice, and fresh fruit," she said, setting a bag down and beginning to unpack the food. The aroma of the soup instantly filled the room, making my stomach growl in anticipation."Thank you, Aunty Emily," I said sincerely, w
--Cassie--We couldn't stop staring at the nursery. Everything had been put in place yesterday, and the room now felt complete. The soft pastel walls, the carefully chosen decorations, and the neatly arranged furniture created the perfect space for our baby.I felt an overwhelming sense of gratitude toward Dennis—he had been a tremendous help, making sure everything was set up just right.The rocking chair was positioned beside the crib, a cozy spot for late-night lullabies. The changing tables stood just beside the chair, creating a seamless flow between the essentials. In the corner of the room stood the wardrobe, already filled with tiny outfits I had carefully folded and placed inside. Each little onesie and blanket held the promise of the moment I would finally meet them—our babies.A warm smile tugged at my lips as I ran my fingers over the soft fabric of a baby blanket. But before I could fully savor the excitement, a sharp pain shot through my abdomen."Ugh!" I groaned, doubli
--Cassie--The sharp trill of my phone broke through the quiet, drawing my attention away from the half-eaten toast in front of me. I glanced at the caller ID. Genevive.“Hello, Genevive,” I said, pressing the phone to my ear.“Cassie! Tell your bodyguard to let me in,” she snapped, frustration coating her tone.I frowned, confused. “Blake?”“No, it’s someone else. I’ve never met him before. And, honestly, he’s driving me crazy!”“Okay, give me a minute. I’ll sort it out,” I replied, trying not to laugh at her exasperation. I hung up and turned to Juliet, who was setting plates on the dining table.“Juliet, who’s on duty at the gate today?”“A new guy,” she replied without looking up.“What? Where’s Blake?”“He has gone to hospital appointment with Marcy,” Juliet answered, placing a glass of orange juice beside me.I let out a sigh. “Can you tell him to let Genevive in? She’s waiting at the gate.”Juliet nodded and moved to the intercom at the far end of the room. Her voice was calm a
--Cassie--Today, Alessandro decided to start setting up the nursery since the baby would be arriving soon. I eagerly offered to help, but he insisted that he just needed me there to guide him on where I wanted things placed."Bambina," I heard him call from the nursery."I'm coming!" I responded, quickly slipping into my pants before stepping out of our bedroom.The nursery was right next to our room, and as I walked in, I noticed that Alessandro hadn't started yet. He stood in the middle of the room, arms crossed, surveying the empty space."You haven't started yet?" I asked, raising an eyebrow."I was waiting for you," he said with a small smile. "I want to know where you think the wallpaper should go."I walked further into the room, imagining the layout in my mind. "The crib should go here," I said, pointing to the far wall. "So, I definitely want the wallpaper behind it. Something soothing, maybe a starry night theme."Alessandro nodded thoughtfully. "And where will you keep the
--Cassie--It’s already twelve o’clock, and guests will start arriving soon. “Go and get ready,” Aunty Sophia said, heading towards the kitchen.“Looks like I’m right on track,” Lalia remarked, following me.We entered the elevator together and rode up in silence. Once inside my bedroom, I sank onto the plush sofa, Lalia sitting beside me.“Alessandro still hasn’t arrived?” she asked, glancing at the time.“No, I was just about to call him,” I replied, reaching for my phone resting on the sofa cushion. Just then, Alessandro walked through the door.“Sorry I’m late, Bambina,” he said, his voice laced with exhaustion. “There were rogues around, and we had to take care of it.” His usually neat hair was disheveled, a clear sign he had been running his fingers through it in frustration.I offered him a small smile. “I understand.”“I’ll get ready in the next room,” Alessandro said, heading into the closet to grab his pink shirt.Lalia shot me a puzzled look. “Why is Alessandro wearing pink