**Cassandra POV…**I stormed into the mansion, my determination for answers burning brightly. The unsettling feeling gnawing at my gut had to be addressed, and I wouldn’t let it fester any longer. As expected, I found Marcus in the living room, casually sipping wine, completely unfazed. The sight ignited a surge of rage within me—his nonchalance regarding my escape was infuriating. I had come to confront him and get the truth, and I wasn’t leaving without it.I marched toward him, tossing the book from his hands to the floor. My voice was steady as I demanded his attention. A smirk crept across his lips as he shifted his gaze from the fallen book to me.“Welcome home. I thought you wouldn’t be back so soon; I was starting to get worried about your absence,” Marcus said with feigned concern. His sarcasm was clear, but I wouldn't allow it to distract me. I needed answers, and I was prepared to extract them, regardless of what it took.“Where’s Nate?” I pressed, keeping my voice steady,
**Marcus POV** Anger and rage surged within me as Cassandra confronted me about my missing boyfriend. Yes, I killed him, and I thought it might draw her closer to me. Watching her weep over a man who doesn’t appreciate her the way I do only fueled my frustration. “Wasn’t I good-looking enough? Weren’t my skills in bed satisfactory? Why is she crying over a man when I am a hundred times greater than he could ever hope to be?” I fumed silently. It infuriates me that she continues to choose a loser like him over someone like me. Even now, I hated him for taking her attention away from me.“Why are you crying? You should be grateful I eliminated him,” I stated firmly.The pain in her eyes was undeniable as she slowly sank to her knees, screaming while tears streamed down her face. It felt like a dagger to my heart. Hadn’t I proven myself worthy? Why was she mourning a man like that?A smirk formed on my lips as I rose from my seat and approached her. I reached down to help her up from t
**Cassandra POV** Days dragged on, and I found myself sinking into the depths of despair. Losing the only man I ever truly loved was something I refused to accept. I shut my eyes tightly, hoping everything that had happened would vanish like a bad dream. My desire to build a family with Nate—our shared vision of a simple life with two kids—was now obliterated.It felt like fate was taunting me. The tears I had held back finally erupted, and I pressed my palm against my lips, fighting the pain surging within me. “I’m sorry, Nate. I caused it.” I whispered though my voice trembled. My choices had cost Nate his life. The thought of ending it all flitted across my mind—perhaps only then could help me find peace in the afterlife.“Professor Marcus," I whispered through my tears. He had unleashed so much suffering in my life. If I had known my decision would lead to this, I would have never signed that damn contract.Even after he revealed what had happened to Nate, there was no hint of
CHAPTER ONECassandra's POVThe dull thud in my head was relentless as I groaned, dragging myself upright. My body felt foreign, like a puzzle with mismatched pieces. Even my throat felt dry and scratchy. I blinked against the early morning sunlight and tried to make sense of my surroundings. Instinctively, I reached out to the other side of the bed, expecting to find Nate, my boyfriend.My hand met warm skin. But it was not Nate's.I froze, my heart lurching in my chest. Slowly, I turned my head to see a man I didn’t recognize. His face was calm, peaceful even. But it was undeniable—he was devastatingly handsome. Messy and curly black hair framed sharp cheekbones, and his full, slightly dark lips were slightly parted in sleep.Oh, fuck no!I scrambled out of the bed, clutching the sheet to my chest as memories of the previous night came flooding back. The party. The drinks. Nate hadn’t been able to come, so I’d gone with friends. But... how had I ended up here? With him? What the fuc
Cassandra's POVThe contract in my hands felt heavier than it should have. I stared at the words on the page, but the words didn't make any more sense to me. Across the desk, the professor leaned back in his chair, his sharp gray eyes fixed on me.“Sign it,” he growled. I lifted my gaze in surprise, meeting his. “Excuse me?”“You heard me,” he said smoothly. “Sign it. I won't repeat myself, Cassandra!”God, it was on with the way he said my name again! His arrogance was infuriating. I couldn't allow myself to be swayed by this arrogant hulk of a man, regardless of the fact that he had done things to my body on that fateful night two weeks ago. Things that still played over and over in my head, no matter how many times I pushed it aside. With a burst of indignation, I slammed the contract onto the desk, the sound echoing in the small office. “Oh, you’ve got some nerve, professor!" I roared. “Do I look like I'm someone you can coerce with threats and a loud voice? I’m not signing anyt
Marcus' POVI sat under the full moon, the silver light pouring into my study through the wide-open balcony doors. The faint chill of the night air brushed against my skin as I swirled the amber liquid in my glass. A malicious smile curled on my lips as I tipped the glass, letting the burn of the liquor seep into my veins.This wasn’t the life I was destined for. No, I was meant to be great—a king among wolves, ruling with strength and honor. Instead, here I was, exiled and cursed, all because of a betrayal so deep it still made my blood boil with anger.I ran my fingers through my hair, staring at the moon as if it could offer some answers. Why me? The memory of that night—the night my life crumbled—was like a foggy dream, slipping through my grasp every time I tried to piece it together. They had accused me of killing a descendant of the Moon Goddess herself. Me, a loyal Alpha who had only ever sought to protect his pack.But the evidence, or rather the lack of it, worked against me
Cassandra's POVLast weekend was one I wished I could erase completely. If only I’d known what kind of man Marcus was before signing that ridiculous contract. A professor, sure, but also something darker and more twisted—a psychopath, no doubt about it.The thought of him made my mouth go bitter with bile. I hated how his presence seemed to take over my life, how he controlled my every move. I hugged my books closer to my chest as I walked into the campus, trying to shake off the memories, but they clawed their way back in.Three weeks ago, everything had spiraled out of control. I’d barely spoken to Nate since. Not that I hadn’t tried; Marcus had taken my phone, cutting me off completely from the outside world. He didn't even let me reach out to Lauren! It was weird, but I hadn’t dared to push back. His threats were always filled with a sinister calmness that made me wary of him.I hurried toward my class, my mind drifting to Nate’s calls—calls I couldn’t answer, even if Professor Ma
Alpha Marcus Pov..The iron gate creaked open, groaning like it had secrets to spill. I stepped inside, humming a soft, offbeat tune that echoed in the narrow corridor. The air felt damp with years upon years of decay. The space carried a chill, the kind that seeped into your bones and left a lasting imprint.With a snap of my fingers, the lights flickered to life, revealing the room in all its grim glory. Chains hung from the walls like grotesque ornaments, and in the center sat Nate, bound to a chair, blood trailing down his face and staining his shirt. He looked up with wide eyes that found mine, and gasped. The sound was delicious."Professor Marcus?" he stammered with a voice that quivered like a reed in the wind. "What is this? What... what do you want?"I allowed myself a smile. "Ah, Nate. Always the one with questions." My eyes moved to the guard standing beside him. The man bowed slightly, awaiting my command.Nate started to breathe faster. He struggled against the ropes, ma
**Cassandra POV** Days dragged on, and I found myself sinking into the depths of despair. Losing the only man I ever truly loved was something I refused to accept. I shut my eyes tightly, hoping everything that had happened would vanish like a bad dream. My desire to build a family with Nate—our shared vision of a simple life with two kids—was now obliterated.It felt like fate was taunting me. The tears I had held back finally erupted, and I pressed my palm against my lips, fighting the pain surging within me. “I’m sorry, Nate. I caused it.” I whispered though my voice trembled. My choices had cost Nate his life. The thought of ending it all flitted across my mind—perhaps only then could help me find peace in the afterlife.“Professor Marcus," I whispered through my tears. He had unleashed so much suffering in my life. If I had known my decision would lead to this, I would have never signed that damn contract.Even after he revealed what had happened to Nate, there was no hint of
**Marcus POV** Anger and rage surged within me as Cassandra confronted me about my missing boyfriend. Yes, I killed him, and I thought it might draw her closer to me. Watching her weep over a man who doesn’t appreciate her the way I do only fueled my frustration. “Wasn’t I good-looking enough? Weren’t my skills in bed satisfactory? Why is she crying over a man when I am a hundred times greater than he could ever hope to be?” I fumed silently. It infuriates me that she continues to choose a loser like him over someone like me. Even now, I hated him for taking her attention away from me.“Why are you crying? You should be grateful I eliminated him,” I stated firmly.The pain in her eyes was undeniable as she slowly sank to her knees, screaming while tears streamed down her face. It felt like a dagger to my heart. Hadn’t I proven myself worthy? Why was she mourning a man like that?A smirk formed on my lips as I rose from my seat and approached her. I reached down to help her up from t
**Cassandra POV…**I stormed into the mansion, my determination for answers burning brightly. The unsettling feeling gnawing at my gut had to be addressed, and I wouldn’t let it fester any longer. As expected, I found Marcus in the living room, casually sipping wine, completely unfazed. The sight ignited a surge of rage within me—his nonchalance regarding my escape was infuriating. I had come to confront him and get the truth, and I wasn’t leaving without it.I marched toward him, tossing the book from his hands to the floor. My voice was steady as I demanded his attention. A smirk crept across his lips as he shifted his gaze from the fallen book to me.“Welcome home. I thought you wouldn’t be back so soon; I was starting to get worried about your absence,” Marcus said with feigned concern. His sarcasm was clear, but I wouldn't allow it to distract me. I needed answers, and I was prepared to extract them, regardless of what it took.“Where’s Nate?” I pressed, keeping my voice steady,
Cassandra POV “Perfect timing,” I told myself, as I grabbed my backpack. The only person I needed to see was Nate. I was ready to disclose everything to him; this time, he had to forgive me and accept me. I could only pray he doesn't end our relationship after finding out the truth. Furthermore, I was also resolute about leaving for good. As I lay on my bed, I waited for the mansion to fall silent. It was obvious that Marcus wouldn’t be back tonight, and I wouldn't risk getting caught, especially not after Miss Anna had turned me in last time. This time, I wasn’t messing around.The clock ticked past midnight, and I made my way to the entrance of the mansion. Confirming that no one was watching, I bolted out the door and headed for the gate. The rush of escaping undetected filled me with exhilaration. I was free, at least for now.As I took one last look at the mansion, I quickly flagged down a cab and hopped in, giving the driver Nate's address. I pulled out my phone to dial Nate's
Marcus POV** The thought of Cassandra turning down my meal ignited a fire within me. With each step I took into the dark tunnel, my fingers clenched into fists, driven by a fierce need to make her understand my intentions.No matter how hard I tried to suppress it, there was no escaping the fact that Cassandra was my weakness, and I had fallen for her—hard. Yet, she persisted in rejecting my advances, ignoring my relentless efforts to prove my genuine care for her.“Where is he?” I muttered, lounging on the couch in a shadowy room. Damien bowed his head and stepped out; I waited patiently. Moments later, he returned with a blindfolded man, battered and barely recognizable. He tossed him to the cold floor, and his shrieking echoed through the room. He struggled to get on his feet, but it was futile.“Calm yourself, Professor Eric. We have all the time in the world,” I said, a sneer curling my lips. I signalled Damien to remove the blindfold. Immediately, his blindfold was removed, and
Cassandra POV A cold sweat broke out on my skin as I opened my eyes. Frustrated, I quickly reached for my phone to check the time. “It was just a nightmare,” I muttered to myself, but the imagery lingered, feeding my growing concern for Nate’s safety. I picked up my phone to dial his number again, but, as usual, it was switched off. Anxiety tightened in my chest. Just then, I was jolted from my thoughts by a knock on the door. I hesitated for a moment, then firmly got out of bed to see who was there. I opened the door and was taken aback to see Miss Anna standing in front of the door. “Miss Anna! What brings you here?” I asked, keeping my voice steady. “Good day, Cassandra. Professor Marcus requested your presence in the dining room,” she said, her gaze fixed intently on me. “Please inform him that I am declining his request. I’m not hungry, and even if I were, I know my way to the kitchen,” I replied, firmly.Shutting the door behind me, I noticed Miss Anna, used her arm
Cassandra POV "Hm," I yelled unwillingly and bit my lips as his finger slid inside of me. My legs flexed inwardly. I wanted to close them up against his hands but I stopped.I lifted my head, squirming and moaning. “ Yes, please!!! " I begged and his fingers doubled. Without the slightest pity, he rammed in the third finger too. I was going crazy! Is this a massage? I questionedHe curved his three fingers all in like he was trying to scoop all the juices out of me.As he dug in and out of me, he massaged my thighs like they were his meat. He squeezed and spanked my butt softly, moving them in and out closely to his fingers in my garden.I was going all crazy this time. I danced and curved my palms towards my waist. I gripped the bedspread tight and struggled with the heat swallowing me.It felt like my inn was on fire with the way he twisted his fingers through me. Suddenly he pulled out, and I breathed unevenly."Aha.." I was still trying to catch my breath when he slammed
Cassandra POV The lecture felt endless, and I turned to my left, staring at the empty seat beside me. “Lauren,” I muttered, gripping my pen tightly. If it weren't for Marcus, Lauren would be here. My thoughts sharpened, “What if something truly terrible happened to her? No, that can’t be right. Did Professor Marcus do something to Nate?” I struggled hard to put the piece together. It was after a confrontation Nate had with Professor Marcus that he suddenly went missing. Oh, Lord! I whispered, grappling with the weight of the emotions swirling in my heart. My thoughts were interrupted when Mr. Eric called my name.“Cassandra, could you please explain what you were thinking about?” I paused, meeting his gaze without flinching. Was this meant to intimidate me? I stood up from my seat, firmly locking eyes with Professor Eric. I was struggling to find the right words to express myself, but as I stood there silently, I could feel Professor Eric droning on, his voice boring into my
Marcus POV As I gazed at Cassandra's sleeping figure on the bed, I quietly slipped out of the room. There was no denying it—I craved her touch. She was meant to be my key to freedom, yet here I was, realizing that I was undeniably falling for her.For the first time in a long while, I felt a hidden fear gnawing at me. I refused to let go of her. When I learned she had run away, a surge of unease washed over me, but I was determined not to allow anyone to have control over my heart again, just as my brother did.My thoughts turned to him, and a smirk crept onto my lips. “Bernard!” I muttered under my breath. The anger and rage within me surged, a storm brewing that words couldn’t capture. It was a foolish mistake to let my guard down, and now I was paying dearly for it.Suddenly, I snapped out of my thoughts as a sharp knock sounded on the door.“Come in,” I commanded, battling to keep my anger in check. “You requested my presence, sir?” the housekeeper inquired, shuddering my head