Cassandra Montrose died betrayed and broken—until she woke up seven years in the past. With a second chance and revenge burning in her heart, she’s ready to destroy the man who ruined her life. But escaping Ethan’s grasp is just the start. She must tread carefully, especially around two brothers whose love and lies could either save her or shatter her again. As danger closes in, Cassandra faces a choice that could change everything. Will her fight for revenge cost her the only chance she has to rewrite her future?
View MoreCASSANDRA's POVEthan’s grip was firm, almost bruising, as he dragged me through the empty halls. Anger rolled off him in waves, palpable and suffocating. My heart raced, but it wasn’t fear that coursed through my veins. It was fury—raw, blistering rage that made my skin burn.He shoved the door to his chambers open and pulled me inside, slamming it shut behind us. The echo reverberated in the room, matching the pounding in my chest. He spun me around, his eyes blazing with a mix of fury and something more unsettling—possessiveness.“What the hell was that?” he snarled, stepping closer. “Blake? You let him touch you? You let him kiss you? You’re mine, Cassandra.” he declared with heavy possessiveness laced into his words, i could bareky stop myself from Rolliing my eyes, how dare he?, last i checked he had been the one rolling around in bed with someone else, he watched me die not having an ounce of pity for our unborn child..I straightened, meeting his gaze head-on. “I’m not yours,
CASSANDRA's POV.Our eyes locked across the room, and for a moment, the air between us seemed to burn. Blake. His broad shoulders, his steady stance, and those dark, piercing eyes that seemed to strip away every shield I had carefully built. My heart slammed against my ribs as the weight of his gaze fell on me, heavy with emotion—anger, longing, and something deeper, something I wasn’t ready to name.Ethan’s voice snapped me back to the moment. “Cassandra.” His tone was clipped, sharp, his false charm barely masking the anger beneath. “A word.”I forced myself to tear my gaze from Blake, my chest tight as Ethan’s hand landed on my arm. His grip was firm, possessive, a silent warning that I’d gone too far. He led me to a corner of the room, his face a mask of calm that only I could see through. “What was that?” he hissed, his voice low but sharp enough to cut. His jaw clenched, the muscle ticking with barely restrained anger. “Refusing to sign in front of the elders? Making a fool of
CASSANDRA's POV.The first thing I noticed was the silence. No screaming. No rustling leaves. No pounding footsteps chasing me through the forest. Just silence, heavy and unnatural. My eyes flew open, my chest heaving as I bolted upright. My heart raced, expecting the pain—the crushing agony of my body breaking apart—but it never came. Instead, soft light basked the roomI blinked, startled,confused. My hands instinctively flew to my stomach, searching for the weight of my child. Nothing. Flat. Whole. My breath hitched as I clutched the fabric of my dress—a familiar satin gown that felt out of place.No blood. No dirt. No forest. Just this room.I turned slowly, my gaze sweeping over the ornate furniture, the fresh bouquet of white roses on the vanity table. the gilded mirror reflecting a face I barely recognized. My reflection stared back at me, young and unblemished by the scars of betrayal and loss. I stepped closer to the mirror, trembling as I studied the smooth, unmarked skin
CASSANDRA's POV.The moment I started running, I knew there was no turning back. My lungs burned, my feet pounded against the forest floor, and my swollen belly weighed me down with every step. The child inside me was my only hope, my only reason to keep going. My breath came in shallow gasps as I stumbled through the trees, my heartbeat deafening in my ears. I was running for my life—and for my baby’s.I didn’t know how it had come to this. Just weeks ago, Ethan had held me close, whispered promises of forever, and sworn to protect me. Now, I was running from the man I once called my lover, running from a man I loved so much that I had chosen him over my true mate.The betrayal didn’t come all at once. It crept in slowly, started as whispers in the night, suspicious glances, and moments that didn’t add up. Ethan had grown distant, his warm touch replaced with coldness. I told myself it was stress, that the pressures of leading the pack were weighing on him. I wanted to believe that h
CASSANDRA's POV.The moment I started running, I knew there was no turning back. My lungs burned, my feet pounded against the forest floor, and my swollen belly weighed me down with every step. The child inside me was my only hope, my only reason to keep going. My breath came in shallow gasps as I stumbled through the trees, my heartbeat deafening in my ears. I was running for my life—and for my baby’s.I didn’t know how it had come to this. Just weeks ago, Ethan had held me close, whispered promises of forever, and sworn to protect me. Now, I was running from the man I once called my lover, running from a man I loved so much that I had chosen him over my true mate.The betrayal didn’t come all at once. It crept in slowly, started as whispers in the night, suspicious glances, and moments that didn’t add up. Ethan had grown distant, his warm touch replaced with coldness. I told myself it was stress, that the pressures of leading the pack were weighing on him. I wanted to believe that h...
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