Cassie.My heart raced as I exchanged worried glances with Axel. “What was that?” I asked, fear lacing my voice.“Stay here,” Axel ordered in his Alpha tone, his eyes wide and alert as he turned to the door, disappearing into the hallway.“Warren! Gather the warriors! We have a situation!” I heard his voice loud and clear and I froze.It seemed we were under attack.As if the fear that gripped me wasn’t enough, Cam started crying.“Shhhh, my. love you need to stop crying,” I cooed at him, but he didn’t respond, so I carried him to my bed and began feeding him some breast milk to keep him quiet.Instantly Cam hushed, sucking hungrily to let me know it was a hunger tantrum.“I’m so sorry my love,” I passed him an apologetic smile which he ignored because he was too busy sucking. Minutes passed and the pack house seemed quiet, but from behind my locked door, I heard heavy footsteps down the hallway, and they were coming closer.“Where’s the Alpha’s mate and kid?” a heavy voice demanded,
Cassie.It didn’t take any longer for me to realize the intruders were rogues, horrible and viscous ones for that matter.As they dragged me with Cam in my arms through the wreckage that was now our pack estate, I tried to pull back, digging in my heels—anything to slow them down, to escape from their iron grip. “Let go of me!” I shouted, making my words as sharp as I could, desperation clawing out of my throat. “You have the wrong person, I’m not the Alpha’s mate!” The leader, who in better lighting I found had a scar tracing his jaw, sneered and slapped me, his hand coming down hard and fast. My head snapped to the side, pain spreading across my cheek in hot, blinding waves. I could feel the sting right down to my bones, my skin throbbing under the weight of his hand. I clutched the side of my face with one hand, the ache forcing tears into my eyes, my strength spiraling downward with each step they forced me to take. "Shut your mouth," he growled, his voice low, menacing, “Y
Cassie.The silence stretched painfully as Axel drove back to the pack estate, Cam’s cold, fragile body nestled in my arms. His once-warm little face, now pale and empty, lay still against my shoulder. It felt as though my heart had been torn from my chest, replaced by an aching void that grew with each passing tree. I swallowed back the sobs clawing at my throat, gripping my baby tighter as if I could somehow bring him back as if warmth would seep into his skin, induce life back into his tiny form. But it was futile. Deep down, I knew that.Axel didn’t bother saying anything, he didn’t even look over at me, or Cam. He hadn’t looked at Cam’s lifeless face since the moment he came to the cold warehouse, and I hated him greatly for that, but I held back from saying anything.It wasn’t until we arrived at the pack estate, and I stepped into the pack house that every ounce of restraint shattered. My knees weakened, and a raw scream burst from my chest, filling the room with a sound I d
Axel. The pub was quiet enough to hear my pulse pound in my ears. Warren and my cousin, Jake, sat across from me, drinking, but I felt no pull toward the bottle in front of me tonight. I’d come here to forget, but not even Jake’s best whiskey couldn’t blunt the fury boiling inside me. My mind circled back to the rogues. I’d torn through them without a second thought. I’d made it quick, but now? Now, I regretted it. They’d deserved so much worse. If I’d known my son was dead, I’d have made them beg to die. They would’ve paid with blood, their last breaths spent pleading for mercy I would never give. A shift from across the table caught my attention. Jake cleared his throat, darting a glance at Warren. “You know, I… feel bad for her,” he said, a little hesitant but loud enough to break through the silence, “Cassie, I mean. Little Cam… died in her arms.” Warren nudged Jake hard, his glare sharp, a warning without words. His eyes met mine briefly, then flicked back to Jake, urging h
Cassie.I hadn’t expected Cy’s voice not now or ever. I was convinced I’d never hear her voice, and I made peace with it, telling myself I was okay knowing she was with me regardless.“You can speak?” I asked, eyes wide.“Yes. I can,” came her simple response.I was speechless, my fingers brushing against the small bag that held my things.“Since when?” I managed, my voice trembling a little in fear and more in shock.“Since forever,” she replied with a strange calm, “But the stress from the pack put a strain on you and made it difficult for us to communicate,” she paused for a moment before adding;“But now that you’re free, communication will be easy, or at least I hope so. We’re still too weak you know.”For a moment, a shaky, uncertain joy flickered in my chest. I wanted to know more, why things had always felt so muted and stifled. “I have so much I want to ask you, Cy. So much—”“Not now,” Her tone became sharper, urgent. “I don’t know what’s happening but I sense scout wolves
Cassie.My breath hitched as I leaned toward the rolled-down window, squinting through the dim light of the car’s interior to see who was inside.And then my eyes widened in shock.“Jake?” I whispered, barely able to form the word.His expression was unreadable, but I felt the intensity of his gaze. It took me a second to remember how to breathe, and when I did, it was shallow and panicked. I’d been caught.“I—” My voice cracked, and the bags slipped from my hands, heavy and useless against my side.Jake rolled his eyes, his face twisting with impatience, “Get in, Cassie.”I didn’t move, my legs feeling as if they’d been glued to the ground. I’d never said more than a greeting to Jake in my entire life. We weren’t friends, and I assumed he was like the rest of the pack members who didn’t like me.“I can’t,” I mumbled, shifting backward, with my heartbeat hammering louder than my own thoughts. Jake raised an eyebrow.“I’m trying to help you,” he said, his voice a low, hurried whisper.
Cassie.Three Years Later“Cassie! The party of four just left. Go, go, go!” my manager, Eric, a kind middle-aged human with freckles and red hair, called after me, pointing towards the empty table with left-over food and some empty plates on it. I nodded and grabbed my cleaning spray and napkins, moving towards the table in question, swiftly.Three years had passed since I made the bold decision to leave Red Hollow Pack, but the memories of that day still clung to me, so vivid in my mind as though it happened yesterday.When morning came after the traumatic day, I had wasted no time in taking Jake’s advice. I took every back road and hitched rides with strangers until I reached the next state, all because I didn’t want the scouts to find me. The whole journey, I was fueled by one thing: survival. But survival hadn’t been easy.At first, I holed up in a motel, still rich with the money I’d stolen. But on my third night there, two humans crept into my room while I was sleeping, demand
Cassie.I felt a jolt run through me as I stumbled backward, blinking to clear my vision. The man I’d just bumped into stood before me, gazing down with striking blue eyes that seemed to pierce right through me. His blond hair was perfectly slicked back, though two rogue strands had slipped loose, hanging over his forehead effortlessly carelessly. I stared, momentarily frozen, my mind too sluggish to process what was happening. I opened my mouth to speak, to stammer out an apology, but the words died. It wasn’t just the man’s intense gaze; it was also the unmistakable aura rolling off him. He was an Alpha. Cy, stirred, cautious but curious.The man tilted his head slightly, a strange intensity in his gaze like he was looking straight into me. I swallowed, forcing myself to snap out of it and remember where I was—and who I was. If this man was an Alpha, there was no way I could risk him figuring out I was a rogue.“Are you all right?” he asked, his voice deep and calm, though a hi
Cassie.The next few days passed in a blur, leaving me with little time to dwell on my tangled thoughts about Axel. Between preparing for school, buying supplies, and enduring Warren’s reluctant company, my mind stayed occupied enough to push aside the confusing emotions lingering from our last encounter.Axel had insisted I use his card for my school shopping, a gesture that felt more like control than generosity. Worse, he’d assigned Warren to accompany me, saying I’d spent “enough time with Jake.” I’d refused at first but didn’t bother arguing. Warren clearly wasn’t thrilled about the arrangement either. His perpetual scowl and curt responses made it clear he was only there because Axel ordered him to be.The first shopping trip was unbearable — awkward silence stretching between us as we wandered from one store to another. I made a point to ignore his grumbling whenever I lingered too long over something or browsed through items that weren’t on my list. He wasn’t my friend, just
Cassie.“I wasn’t trying to run away,” I said firmly, holding Axel’s piercing gaze. “I just needed some space out of the pack because apparently, I’m still a stain in your life.” My voice trembled despite my best efforts. “So, I went to the park for a change of scenery and…”“And what?” He asked, all his attention on me, which made me uneasy.“I— I met Damon there.”Axel stiffened, his entire body locking in place. His eyes darkened, flashing with barely restrained rage. His jaw clenched so tightly I thought I heard his teeth grind.“You did what?” His voice was cracked, and his head tilted to the side with one brow raised.“I met Damon there. Well, I was lying down and he came to me,” I explained.“What did he do? Did he touch you?” His voice came out low, lethal, vibrating with the force of suppressed fury. His broad chest rose and fell rapidly, muscles coiled like a predator on the brink of attacking.I quickly shook my head. “No, he didn’t… but he told me not to brag about being
Cassie.My heart pounded in my chest like a drum in a frantic rhythm, each beat echoing in my ears. Jake’s panicked tone still played in my mind, making me wonder if he already knew I was being followed. Every second I spent just standing there felt heavier, weighed down by the growing tension in the air. My eyes darted around the street, but never reached the car parked behind meThen, from up ahead, a sleek, black car glided smoothly toward me, its dark windows concealing whoever was inside. My breath hitched, and I tensed, ready to run—until Cy stirred restlessly inside me.“It’s him,” she whispered in awe.Confusion clouded my mind for a moment until a familiar, overwhelming scent of cedar and mint hit me, grounding me in place. Axel.The car came to a sharp stop just a few feet away, and the driver’s door flung open with force. My wide eyes met his fierce, determined gaze as Axel stepped out, his stride purposeful and commanding. The air around him crackled with barely restraine
Axel.“Alpha Axel, are you certain you won’t remain for the private meeting? Alpha Victor would like for you to stay,” Victor’s beta said, stepping into my path like he owned the damn runway.I stopped mid-stride, fixing him with a sharp glare. He was a wiry man with platinum-blond hair slicked back like he was trying too hard. His thin-rimmed glasses perched on the edge of his sharp nose, making him look more like a sniveling accountant than a beta.I’d never bothered to learn his name. Never needed to. He was insignificant, like most of the council’s lackeys. But something about his smug expression always rubbed me the wrong way.“I don’t care for a private meeting,” I said coldly. “We’re all part of the council. If everyone isn’t present, I’ll assume it’s nothing important. Tell your Alpha I said that.”His mouth twitched, but he didn’t push further, only nodding stiffly before turning away. Good. He knew better than to challenge me.I headed toward my private jet, eager to leave t
Cassie.My heart pounded in my chest, my breath coming out in ragged gasps as I stared up at the figure standing before me. The moment I saw him, I froze, every muscle locking into place. It couldn’t be—yet there he was, dressed in all black, just like the last time I’d seen him. The Alpha who tried to end my life.Damon.My pulse quickened, and before I could think, a shrill shriek escaped my lips as I jumped to my feet, instinctively backing away. He hadn’t changed, that much was clear. The same cold eyes, the same terrifying presence.“What are you doing here? How did you find me?” I demanded, my voice trembling with fear that I couldn’t hide.Damon studied me for a long moment, his dark eyes glinting with amusement. Then, to my horror, he let out a low, menacing laugh.“You’re not a rogue anymore, are you?” he asked, his voice laced with mock curiosity.I licked my lips, my mind spinning. Was this some sort of game for him? I couldn’t help but wonder how much he knew about me now.
Cassie. The days that followed felt like a blurry haze, stretching endlessly into a week. I kept myself locked away in my apartment, avoiding the outside world like it carried a death sentence. After what happened at Jake’s pub, I couldn’t face anyone—not the curious eyes, not the whispered accusations that still echoed in my mind like a haunting melody. It felt safer within these walls, though being alone didn’t offer much comfort either I even asked Mirabel to cut back on her visits. She still came by in the mornings to drop off food and check in as was requested by Axel I assumed, but I couldn’t stand the idea of someone seeing how fragile I felt. The day I told her was hard. She stood by the kitchen counter, wiping her hands on her apron after setting down a container of stew. I’d just returned my half-filled plate to the kitchen because I didn’t have the appetite to eat much. “You need to eat more, Cassie,” she said softly, her eyes clouded with concern, darting from the p
Cassie.My thumb hovered over the dial button on my phone, my heart pounding harder with every second I hesitated. The unknown number stared back at me, daring me to press the button. Anxiety prickled beneath my skin.I was finally in the comfort of my room, with the multiple shopping bags sprawled on the ground before me.“Just call back,” Cy urged from within me, her tone impatient, “It could be something important. You haven’t done anything illegal, have you?”“I haven’t, but…” I chewed on my thumbnail, my mind spinning with endless possibilities.“Stop overthinking. Just call.”Before I could talk myself out of it, I pressed the button. The phone rang once… twice… and kept ringing. No answer. A shaky breath escaped my lips as relief and disappointment tangled inside me.I hung up and blocked the number, trying to shake off the unsettling feeling lingering in my chest. If it mattered, they’d call back… wouldn’t they?With a heavy sigh, I tossed my phone on the bed and headed to the
Cassie.I gasped as I took Jake’s phone from his hand, pressing it to my ear. “Hello?”“Where the fuck is your phone?” Axel’s voice thundered through the line immediately, making me wince. His tone was sharp, cutting like broken glass. I instinctively glanced around, patting my pockets and rummaging through my romper. My eyes widened as I realized I had no idea where my phone was.“I… I don’t know,” I stammered.“That explains why some dude picked up,” Axel muttered, though it sounded like he was talking more to himself than to me. His anger simmered just beneath the surface, palpable even through the phone.Before I could respond, he launched into a heated rant about my carelessness. “It hasn’t even been a day, Cassie. One day! And you’re already losing your things. Can’t you be responsible for once?”I rolled my eyes, pressing my fingers against my temple as if that could ease the pounding there. “I’ll get it back. Stop acting like I’m a child.”“Then stop acting like one, and I w
Cassie. “Do you know that girl?” I asked Jake as we stepped out of the mall, my gaze lingering on his unreadable expression. His response came a little too quickly, almost robotic. “No.” He followed it up with a shake of his head, but the slight hesitation in his voice was impossible to miss like he remembered to deny it only after processing my question. My eyes narrowed, my mind replaying the strange encounter. The way that girl had kept stealing glances at Jake, her bright brown eyes practically glowing with recognition… and something more. Jake was lying. I could feel it in my bones. I didn’t press him, though. The tension rolling off him was palpable, his shoulders tight as he led us toward the car. It was his business and he most likely had his reasons. When we reached the car, he opened the door for me before sliding into the driver’s seat. He adjusted the rearview mirror, still not meeting my gaze. “Did you need to grab anything else before we head back?” Hi