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103. Cassie
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Corbin is the first to arrive, urgency in his steely eyes. He and Ayr now share the dubious honour of matching neck scars. I imagine his lower chest is even more grisly after the attack on him “Is everything okay? It’s so fantastic to see you,” enjoying the sweep of his huge, iron-like hug. The sweet scent of warm baking is the only soft feature about this hardened leader. “When they set up a room for me to recover in, they found this. I thought you should have it,” withdrawing a thick envelope from his jacket. “It’s written by your mother.” I stare at the aged paper and wonder just what I will gain from reading her drunken rantings. “What made you bring this? She must have hundreds of letters, I know she kept a diary too.”“She addressed it to you. It’s the only one with your name on it. No diaries found.” "Go on, I’ll greet everyone else. It will only irritate you if you don’t read it now, " Ayr suggested "Corbin and I need to talk bridges," as the pair grinned. I took the letter
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Four years isn’t enough time to get used to being hated. Eventually, an opportunity will come along to put things right. I still believe in that. Otherwise, what’s the point? During any rare opportunity to stand at the top of my cliff-top packhouse I inhale the fresh sea air and wonder how it went so wrong. I’ve stopped dreaming about leaping off the steep white ledge at least. Not that my bodyguard would give me the chance anyway. Even now, all it takes is someone to rush past wearing our royal colors of burnt orange and gold for me to be taken right back to four years ago. The night everything changed. My father, Alpha Kallio doted on me and my baby sister Elle. He tried to hide the weight of leadership behind his huge brown beard and soft, kindly eyes. He was everything. My world revolved around his guidance. I was so desperately ready to prove to the world, to him, that I could be the Kallio Pack’s Luna. Elle had it a lot easier. She mainly spent it talking to our mother
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Beta Cesar is shuffling his feet in the corner of the library. “You’re huffing again,” he mutters. “It’s annoying.” “You’re shuffling your feet. It’s equally annoying,” I reply archly, studying the parade of people below. The huge wooden drawbridge into our cliff packhouse is being decorated with orange banners and fire torches. An inferno just waiting to happen I think with a grimace. With his black, ragged mop of curls and jade green eyes Beta Cesar isn’t my friend. Or even an ally. We just trade barbs and get through the day. He hates his role just as much as I despise knowing he gives Elle a daily report. Except with me banished from every mindlink in the pack, I am dependent upon him for information. “How many are coming again?” I sigh, leaning against the locked wooden window frame. Elle has headed outside, standing on the drawbridge screaming at the servants who are trying to hang the twenty meter long banners down the length of the cliff face. “Think her banners are cr
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His Unlovable Mate 5. Cassie
“You shouldn’t have done that,” Cesar grumbled, shutting the door behind me. “Don’t start, please,” I grumble, lying down on my bed, covering my face with my hands. “I don’t know why I let that happen.” My room was a sad affair. I was only allowed books and black clothes, curtains and bedding. Elle had insisted on my living space being appropriately somber. Morgue-chic I had once described it. “I’ll be the one getting shit for you being on the stairs. I’ll get absolutely crucified by Luna Elle,” Cesar continued, keeping his voice low and level. “I’m sorry, I didn’t think he’d spot me.” “You tell me all the time you’re not an idiot. Then you get caught watching on the stairs, honestly,” he sighs. “I’ve done it before.” Not at first, I spent the first year in complete bed-ridden denial and misery. “I don’t want to know Cassie,” he groaned. “I seriously don’t. Did I honestly hear you call him a vulture? That atrium just amplifies every sound. There won’t be a servant in here who
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