LOGINCassie was seen as the lucky princess and everyone envied her life , but behind the closed door, she's just a means for her father to improve his business and gets treated like an outcast in her father's house. She was married off to notorious Alpha Cane Marcom, who is known to be a manwh*re. Until she and her daughter was saved by his nemesis, half-brother Alpha Aser Marcom, who knew Cassie's secret identity and offered her to work for him, But the only thing Cassie looked forward to the most was how to make her family and her ex-husband Cane Marcom receive all the payback of everything they made her went through. Look forward to how Cassie will make her comeback and pay them back with a powerful Alpha backing her!
View MoreThe next morning, Cassie woke up in the master bedroom of their house, where the air was warm and still compared to outside, where the storm had just subsided. Cassie woke up slowly. Her body felt heavy and light at the same time, yet every muscle ached. Her ribs throbbed where Aser had tackled her, and her knees were scraped raw from the slide across the concrete. She opened her eyes and stared at the ceiling, waiting for the sound of an orange explosion ringing, but nothing happened. There was only silence. "You're awake." Aser's voice rumbled from beside her. Cassie turned her head on the pillow to find her man lying on his side, watching her. His eyes were usually gold when he was being an Alpha, but this morning, they were a warm, chocolate brown. "How long have you been watching me?" "About an hour." Aser admitted, reaching out to brush a stray hair from her face. "I just wanted to make sure you were really here. That yesterday wasn't a hallucination." Cassie closed her e
"Slow down," Varga hissed at his lieutenant, who was driving them to safety. "You're going to get us pulled over. And if the cops stop us before I can dispose the remote in my pocket, I'm going to kill you." "I’m driving the limit, boss," the lieutenant argued, sweat beading on his forehead. "But we’re exposed out here. We need cover." Varga looked at his phone to see that the director had sent a set of coordinates. It wasn't the usual safehouse it was even more fortified with security. It was the Syndicate’s main building in the city, and the location was mostly kept a secret. "Take the next exit." Varga ordered. "Are you sure? That’s a dead end." "Just drive!" Varga checked the sky through the window. It was pitch black so he couldn't see anything. "We lost them," Varga whispered, trying to convince himself. "The blast must have scrambled their comms. They’re probably still digging bodies out of the rubble." He smiled cruelly. Yes, he hadn't killed her, but he couldn't imagine
For Cassie, the world didn't explode with a bang, it exploded with a pressure that forced the air out of her lungs and a light so bright her vision blurred into black. She felt herself being lifted off the ground by Aser. His arms were bands of steel around her waist, his heavy body curling around hers in mid-air, creating a bubble around her before the shockwave hit. When she did hit the ground, it was a physical blow. The stage behind them made way as the wood and metal that held it up erupted into shards. The force made them hit the ground even harder. They landed a few feet away from the stage, sliding across the polished stone of the plaza. Aser took the entire impact, and he grunted in pain when his back hit a table. Then, the sound returned. "Cassie!" Aser’s voice was ragged, right in her ear. "Cassie, baby, are you okay?" Cassie coughed and pushed against Aser’s chest, trying to sit up. Her ears were ringing violently, and she was generally uncomfortable. "I’m... I’m o
Beneath the skyline, the plaza had been transformed. Where there had been rubble and police tape a few weeks ago, there was now a sprawling, open-air ballroom. White silk tents billowed in the evening breeze. A massive stage had been erected at the far end, complete with a digital screen displaying the Mane-NovaTech logo.Underneath the elegant stage, between all the metal and heavy cables, was a man wearing a catering uniform. He checked his watch for the nth time that evening. It was still early on, but the guests were starting to arrive.He reached for the gas tank connected to the industrial heater meant to warm the VIP space and disconnected the standard tank to replace it with the modified one. It looked identical to his satisfaction. He connected the hose and taped a small, black receiver to the back of the valve."The oven is preheated," he whispered into his radio.From a rooftop half a mile away, Dmitri Varga watched through a spotting scope. He smiled."Good, get out of the






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