Cassandra’s point of view: After spending the whole night thinking about the conversation I’d had with Dalton back in the forest, I was feeling so worn out that the first thing I did after I was done babysitting Millie for the day, was to throw myself in bed. It didn’t take long for me to feel the lack of sleep get to me. I was on the verge of closing my eyes when my bedroom door was pushed open. It was Dalton. And, he was dressed in a black suit and a white buttoned up shirt. He had his hair well groomed. He even had his beard trimmed into a neat five o’clock shadow shape for a smart look. The first thought that crossed my mind was, he looked damn good! I swallowed. Steadied myself as my eyes raked over his figure. “Why are you dressed in a suit?” I made a face at him, pretending as though his presence and his hotness in that suit weren’t affecting me. Yeah, not at all! “Do you like it?” He raised an inquisitive eyebrow at me. A smirk riding on his perfect pink lips as he sl
Cassandra’s point of view: Grasping my waist with his hands, he angled his head until our lips just brushed, waiting for me to meet his lips halfway. Actually, no, he wasn’t waiting for me. His eyes bore into mine with so much power that it made me feel nervous. He was showing me his control over everything that was about to happen between us. His power to control me, my body, my heart, my mind… It felt as though he was trying to show me in the most primal way possible just what he meant when he said that he’ll make me his. For a long moment, I didn’t respond. I could feel his warm, ragged breath, tickling my lips, but we were both frozen there. And then, just as I thought he was going to move away seeing my unresponsiveness, he kissed me, a kiss to activate a desire from deep within me. It was a raw emotion brought forth by the same ethereal energy hanging over us, luring us closer. So, I poured everything I was feeling into that kiss. A long, slow burn that unfurled right th
Dalton’s point of view: I was dying. There was no other way to describe it. This unparalleled pleasure that crashed over me and all around me made my wolf stir so much to break free that controlling him was way beyond my capability. Cassandra’s mouth felt hot, clever and wicked. And even more urgent that it had been in every one of my futile fantasies that I’d imagined in the last few days I’d stayed away from her, even while I’d thought that staying away from her would be best but after knowing that she was my destined mate… The way she licked me, tasted me and sucked me down there proved to me that she, too, couldn’t get enough of me, and that she, too, had been waiting for this moment. I know that she wasn’t as hypnotized by the mate bond as she’d been before. She wasn’t completely under its control as I was. I had already surrendered to it ever since I learnt that this thing luring us had been what our species once knew as the mate pull. She knew what she was doing. And, eve
Cassandra’s point of view: I couldn’t stop thinking about the crazy interlude I’d shared with Dalton right here in my bedroom. It’s been four days since we’d laid down in that same bed I’d tried sleeping in at night but couldn’t, simply because he wasn’t there. His scent still hung around in my bed but it wasn’t as dominant as it’d been that evening. It was faint but it was there. Yet, it was enough to make me restless during the nights I’d had to spend without him. It wasn’t just the physical pleasure that made me dwell on every moment we’d spent together. The truth was, whenever I thought of the encounters I’d had with Dalton so far, a smile came to my face and my heart started thudding in my chest. This feeling was an emotion I’d never felt before. I’d been thinking about everything that had happened between us for the past few weeks. It all escalated too quickly. With a half-tired half-bored sigh, I sunk down on the couch, watching the black screen in front of me, lost in tho
Cassandra’s point of view: I turned around on my back and watched the roof absentmindedly. It was nearing midnight and I was yet to fall asleep. Sleep was something I hadn’t been fortunate enough to get like most of the pack members for a while now. The entire pack house was as quiet as a rock. Even the forest was unnaturally silent. Unlike the pack house, the forest was the most alive at night for our kind. A strange creak coming from the hallway by my bedroom door made me get out of bed. Tiptoeing towards the secret weapon I’d kept in case I would need to fight an intruder someday, the only thought that flashed into my mind then was ‘well, get ready to fight, the day was finally here’. I raised the bat further up, ready to hit whoever stood outside my door this late at night. With my enhanced senses, I could hear the footsteps inching closer. Too close! I held the bat tightly in one hand while the other hand slowly reached for the doorknob. I was about to turn the knob when the
Dalton’s point of view: Despite not having drifted to sleep until at least three o’clock in the morning, after hours of the most incredible sex of my life, I woke up at eight feeling better than I’d ever had. It took me a second to remember everything that had happened, but hearing Cassandra’s contended sigh, and feeling her long, slim leg slide between mine as she draped herself over me in her sleep, everything had come flooding back. I would love to stay this way, all tangled up, the sheets long gone, the warmth of our bodies was all we needed. But, I had somewhere to be, and had to get up. That meant I had to wake her up. Because I didn’t intend to let her out of my sight today – so she was coming with me. “Hey, sweetheart,” I whispered against her cheek, “Are you hungry?” She mumbled something incoherent. “What was that?” “… hungry for you,” she repeated sleepily. Even though knowing that she was still half asleep and might have not meant what she said, my mouth watered.
Cassandra’s point of view: Sitting beside Millie, I watched Dalton and one of the best warriors fighting a duel to instruct some of the pack members who were still lacking in some way. In case you’re wondering, I was one of them too. Today, it was my first day getting trained along with the rest of the pack. This morning, Dalton had made sure that I’d accompany him everywhere he went during the day after having breakfast. Starting with his pack work, he made me sit on the couch in his office while he completed some last minute works regarding an alliance with the neighbouring packs which seemed downright peculiar to me. Dalton was an Alpha known for always leading his pack on his own. He was even feared by the neighbouring packs. Why would he need to form a pact with the other Alphas? I knew better than to ask him about it though. So, without saying much, we’d come down here at the training field at around ten o’clock. From today onwards, I’d have to get trained along with the
Cassandra’s point of view: Dalton had all of us standing in a line, facing him. The seriousness on his face showed that his devotion to duty never wavered. Every single trace of playfulness from earlier was long gone. “We’ll start with some exercises. Jeremy, Rowan,” Dalton ordered two warriors to come forward to show us some demonstrations. Both warriors right away started illustrating the exercises that we’d have to do for the next hour or so. They did it so smoothly as though they’d done this a couple of times already. “You can all follow along.” Dalton stated, trailing his eyes across all the pack members. When his eyes met mine, I winked at him. His eyes widened for a split second, clearly not expecting that I’d have done that. Mischief danced in his eyes, but he managed to keep his face straight. Shaking my head, I put some distance between the two girls standing beside me to follow along with the exercises that Jeremy and Rowan were demonstrating. Shortly after, Dalto