Cassie.“Mr. Pierson!” I called out, surprised and slightly embarrassed to see him standing before our table. My heart sank as I recalled the promise I’d broken the day before. I was supposed to meet him after lectures, and I completely forgot.His lips curved into a small, knowing smile. “Seems you had a busy day yesterday,” he said, his voice calm and unbothered.I nodded quickly, fumbling for an explanation. “I did. I had to go to the hospital after school…a friend came to pick me up, and it slipped my mind entirely. I’m so sorry, Mr. Pierson. I didn’t mean to keep you waiting.”He nodded in understanding, his smile softening. “No need to apologize. I just wanted to make sure you were all right.”As he turned to leave, I felt an urge to make things right. “Wait!” I blurted, making him pause mid-step. “I still want to properly thank you. I promise I won’t forget this time.”Mr. Pierson chuckled warmly. “I’ll hold you to that,” he said before walking away, leaving me with a strang
Cassie.The restaurant was cozy and intimate, the kind of place that made you forget the world outside existed. As Mr. Pierson and I talked, the initial tension eased, replaced by an easy camaraderie I hadn’t expected. For someone who seemed very responsible, he had an easy going side to him.“Cassie, you know you can drop the formalities outside of school, right? Call me Jon,” He had said, and because I hadn’t been anticipating he’d say that, I choked a little on my food.“Try it,” He urged.I tilted my head, a smile creeping onto my face despite my best efforts to keep things strictly polite. “Jon,” I repeated, testing the name like it was foreign to my tongue. “That’s going to take some getting used to.”He laughed, a rich sound that filled the small space between us. “I’ll allow a grace period. But only a short one.”As the evening wore on, I found myself relaxing even more. Jon talked about his life, growing up as the eldest of five brothers, and how he’d felt the weight of re
Cassie. “I went out with a friend,” I said, my voice steady, though my heart felt like it was about to burst through my chest. Axel didn’t reply immediately, but his piercing gaze locked onto mine, his sharp features unreadable, yet somehow suffocating. His eyes narrowed slightly, and the weight of his gaze pressed down on me. Clearing my throat, I narrowed my eyes back at him, “Did you think I ran away?” His response came swift and cutting, as he closed whatever distance was left between us. “Given your history, I wouldn’t put it past you,” he said, his tone razor-sharp. I swallowed hard, feeling the walls closing in. “Well, I’m here,” I said, attempting to sound firm, though my voice trembled. “I didn’t run away.” I tugged my arm lightly, trying to pull free from his grip, but Axel’s hand stayed firmly around it. His fingers weren’t painful, but his hold made it clear he wasn’t ready to let me go. “Do you need something?” I asked, hoping to mask the unease bubblin
Cassie.“Hey, I don’t know if you saw the text I left you,” I said into my phone, pacing the living room as the rays of morning sun filtered through the windows.Violet’s voice came through the speaker, soft but cheerful. “Yeah, I saw it. I’m down.”A relieved smile tugged at my lips. “Great! I’ll meet you at the café then. I have an errand to run first, but I won’t take long.”“Alright, see you there,” Violet replied.“See you soon.” I ended the call, feeling a little lighter as I tucked my phone into my pocket.The clatter of dishes pulled my attention toward the kitchen. Mirabel had arrived and began preparing breakfast. She glanced at me over her shoulder, a questioning look in her eyes.“What would you like for breakfast?” she asked with a raised brow.I shook my head. “Nothing for me, Mirabel. I’m heading out.”Her brows furrowed slightly, and for a moment, I thought she might press further. But instead, she hesitated, giving a small nod before turning back to the stove.I di
Cassie.“I didn’t expect to see you here,” I said softly, my voice barely audible over the rustling of the leaves. Axel stood by Cam’s grave, his hands buried in the pockets of his black pants, his shoulders stiff. He turned his head slightly, his sharp profile illuminated by the sunlight, before turning his gaze back to the headstone.“It’s been a little while since I visited,” he said, his voice low and steady. His eyes, though, were anything but calm—they flickered with something I couldn’t quite name. “You bought flowers, so I knew you were coming here.”I sucked in a breath, unsure how to respond. “Have we ever been here together?” he asked, breaking the silence.I shrugged at first, then thought about it. “I don’t think so,” I murmured.Silence enveloped us again, broken only by the soft rustle of leaves as the breeze picked up. I stepped forward, kneeling by Cam’s grave and placing the flowers gently on the grass. My fingers brushed the cold stone as I whispered, “I’m here w
Cassie.Jake sat comfortably at the bar, his arm slung around the shoulder of a she-wolf, laughing at something either of them had said. The sight made my stomach twist, and when I turned to look at Violet, her expression mirrored mine—shocked and utterly speechless.“Maybe we came at a bad time,” I muttered under my breath, hoping to ease the tension that was beginning to coil around us.Violet, to my surprise, didn’t even flinch. Instead, a slow smile tugged at the corners of her lips, her eyes glinting with something I couldn’t quite decipher. “Why is this a bad time?” she asked, arching a perfectly sculpted brow in my direction.I stared at her, mouth agape, stunned by the confidence radiating off her. Before I could come up with an answer, Violet was already walking further into the bar, her heels clicking against the wooden floor with purpose.Jake’s laughter died the moment he spotted her approaching. His eyes widened in shock, and he quickly removed his arm from around the sh
Cassie.I folded my arms across my chest, watching Jake as he ran his fingers through his hair and exhaled. His gaze lifted to the night sky for a moment before settling back on me.“What is the deal with you and Violet?” I asked, trying to keep my voice even.Jake let out another sigh, his shoulders tensing as if my question weighed heavier than I expected. “Why do you care?” he shot back, and the bite in his tone startled me.I blinked, taken aback by his rudeness. Jake had never spoken to me like that before.“You’re both my friends, and I care about you both,” I said firmly, searching his face for any trace of the easygoing Jake I knew.But he just shook his head, a humorless chuckle escaping his lips.“Is there something wrong?” I pressed, but once again, he shook his head, his lips pursing like he was holding back words he wanted to say.After a pause, he finally spoke. “How well do you know Violet?”His question made me frown. Axel had asked me something similar earlier, but
Cassie.I woke up to an empty bed.For a moment, I lay there, staring at the ceiling, my mind foggy with sleep. I could have sworn Axel was here last night. The warmth of his presence had been undeniable, his steady breathing, the way his arm had draped over my waist. I hadn’t imagined it—had I?Shaking off the confusion, I stretched and climbed out of bed, padding over to the bathroom. As I brushed my teeth, I replayed last night in my mind, trying to make sense of it. But now… now I couldn’t stop thinking about how he’d made himself comfortable in my space, like he belonged there, something about how he’d been began sleeping in my room, on my bed, didn’t seem quite right to me.Once I’d showered and thrown on a pair of shorts and a tank top to match, I walked into the living room and found him there—like he always belonged, on the dining counter, a bowl of something in his hands, eating without a care in the world. I could hear Mirabel bustling around in the kitchen, humming softly
Cassie.I took a deep breath as I stood in front of the pack house, my eyes locked onto the massive structure that had once been my home. My fingers curled into fists at my sides, my nails pressing into my palms as if that would steady me.“I’ve been here before. This is nothing,” I whispered to myself, willing my body to relax. But the way my stomach twisted said otherwise.The evening breeze carried the faint scent of baked goods and damp earth, ruffling the braids that framed my face. I swallowed hard, rubbing my clammy hands against my jeans, trying to push away the nerves that had crept in without warning.“You look like you’re a second away from losing your mind.”The voice came from behind me, breaking through my haze of thoughts. I turned sharply, my heart jolting, only to find Jake standing there, his lips curved into an amused smirk.“Nice to know you find this amusing,” I muttered, rolling my eyes as I crossed my arms.“I don’t,” he chuckled, taking a few steps closer. “Kn
Cassie.The ride to school had been suffocating. Axel didn’t say a word to me, didn’t even glance in my direction, like I had done something unforgivable. Was it really that bad? Was it so wrong to want relief from the ache that had consumed me?“Do you know what would be crazy?” Violet’s voice suddenly cut through my thoughts, snapping me back to the present.I blinked at her, my steps slowing as I took in the mischief in her eyes. “What?” I asked, raising a brow.“If after everything, your lecturer friend turns out to be a bad person, it would literally break me.”The words hit like a brick, and I stopped walking altogether, my breath catching.“What?” My voice was sharp as she turned to face me fully. “Did something happen?”Violet hesitated, rubbing her neck before finally looking away. “Not entirely,” she admitted. “But a couple of students were whispering about him yesterday. They said they saw him going toward the tall trees behind the school… the big field.”I felt my stomach
Cassie.I woke up slowly, feeling warm—warmer than I should have. My body felt oddly secure, wrapped in a tight embrace. The steady sound of breathing filled my ears, the slight weight of an arm draped over my waist grounding me before my mind even fully registered where I was.And then it hit me.Axel.I stiffened, my eyes widening as I turned my head slightly. His scent surrounded me—woodsy, rich, completely intoxicating. His bare skin was hot against mine, his arm tightening instinctively when I shifted.He was still asleep, his breathing even, his face relaxed in a way I had never seen before.For a moment, I simply lay there, staring at him, caught in the quiet intimacy of the moment. Axel never looked like this when he was awake—unguarded, peaceful.But I had to move. I shifted my waist, testing out the free space around me, and the moment I did, Axel groaned.I froze, waiting a moment so I don’t wake him, then I shifted again, attempting to slide out from his grip. His arms onl
Cassie.I opened my eyes to the sound of running water filling my ears before I even registered what was happening. The soft splash against the tub was strangely soothing, pulling me from the heavy fog of unconsciousness. And for a second, I just lay there, staring at the ceiling, trying to make sense of where I was.My room.The faint scent of lavender clung to the sheets beneath me, grounding me in the familiar space. But something felt… off. My body ached—more than that, it burned. A dull throbbing coiled around my stomach, tightening the moment I tried to shift my weight. My breath hitched as the memories came rushing back, piecing together everything that had happened before I blacked out.Pain sliced through me, sharp and unrelenting. I gritted my teeth, pushing past it as I forced myself to sit up. My limbs were heavy, unwilling, but I couldn’t just stay here. I was alone. I needed to take care of myself.Slowly, I swung my legs over the side of the bed, my bare feet meeting th
Cassie.I leaned back against the vanity, gripping the edge as Axel’s lips trailed along my neck, his breath hot against my skin. His hands roamed over me, his touch possessive, like he had every right to explore my body. One palm skimmed my waist, sliding upward until it settled over my chest, his fingers curling slightly as if testing my reaction.“I need to take this off,” he murmured against my throat, his voice rough, filled with barely restrained hunger. The heat of his body pressed against mine, and I swore he was made of fire—burning, consuming, unstoppable.God.A shiver ran through me as he tugged roughly at my shirt, his impatience clear. My hands flew to his shoulders, steadying myself as he worked at the fabric like pulling at it alone would make it magically disappear.“Wait, Axel,” I gasped, my fingers trembling against his skin.“Like hell I will,” he growled, his lips never leaving my skin, the deep sound of his voice sending a sharp pulse of heat straight to my core.
Cassie.The classroom was too small for the number of voices rising within it. Seven of us sat around a cluster of desks, a circle that didn’t quite feel complete, but no one seemed to mind. Conversations overlapped, ideas were thrown out and debated, but I was silent, watching the way they all worked together like they had done this before. Like they belonged.I didn’t.I had never spoken to them before yesterday, yet here I was, a part of the planning committee for Jared’s candle walk. I wasn’t sure how it happened. Maybe it was because I had been there when they made the announcement, or maybe someone thought I looked like I cared enough to contribute. The truth was, I didn’t know what I was supposed to do.And so, I said nothing.For most of the meeting, I was there but not really there, nodding along when necessary, taking mental notes I knew I wouldn’t use. The date was still undecided, but they were discussing logistics now—who would handle what, how they would gather candles,
Axel.The meeting room was suffocating. Not from heat or lack of air, but from the sheer tension hanging in the air, thick and unmoving. The long mahogany table stretched across the center of the room, polished to perfection, reflecting the golden glow of the chandelier above. The walls, lined with deep burgundy wallpaper, felt like they were closing in, the heavy drapes blocking out any sign of daylight. A room meant for order, but right now, it held nothing but unspoken resentment and frustration.I leaned back in my chair, my hands gripping the armrests as I let my gaze sweep over the men in the room—alphas from different regions, all with their own domains, their own responsibilities, and yet, none of them seemed willing to lift a damn finger.“I think it’s high time we address the elephant in the room,” I said, my voice calm but firm, the kind that demanded attention.Across the table, Alpha Tristan scoffed, leaning forward with his arms crossed over his broad chest. His golden-b
Cassie.The ride to school was indeed long, longer than it had any right to be.Not because of the distance but because of the thick, suffocating tension that filled the car. No amount of air conditioning could cut through it, and even with the windows cracked open, the weight of unspoken words and unresolved emotions hung between us.Axel said nothing to me. And I said nothing to him.Violet, bless her, made several attempts at conversation. She brought up the weather, schoolwork, and even a random story about one of her neighbors that she clearly hoped would lighten the mood. But it was useless. Axel remained as unreadable as ever, with his signature scowl sitting on his face, and I was too deep in my own thoughts to play along. I wasn’t even sure what was happening between us anymore. I didn’t understand it.Eventually, Violet sighed and gave up, falling into silence as well.When the car finally came to a stop in front of the school gates, I reached for the door handle, ready to b
Cassie.The first thing I noticed when I opened my eyes was movement. The subtle shifting of weight, the faint rustling of fabric. My senses sharpened, and my body tensed. For a split second, my heart pounded against my ribs as my half-asleep mind leaped to the worst conclusion—intruders.I sat up in a rush, my gaze darting around the dimly lit room, searching for a shadow lurking in the corners. But all I found was Violet, standing by the mirror, stretching her arms before grabbing her towel.“Good morning to you too,” she said, giving me a knowing look through the mirror’s reflection.I exhaled sharply, running a hand through my hair as I forced my heart to settle. “Good morning,” my voice was barely above a whisper, my hand pressed against my chest as I tried to slow my breathing.“I’m not going to lie, that scared me. The way you woke up, looking around like you expected to see something—or someone—other than me,” Violet said, her eyes wide as she chuckled, shaking her head as sh