LOGINA loud groan rang out in the night air, waking everyone in the Red Mansion. It was the mistress, Caro. She had gone into labor.
"Get me Cane. Bring me Cane." She shrieked and refused the help of the midwives that rallied around her. "I won't push until he comes." Caro was ready to stay true to her words, too, but there was one little hitch: no one knew where the Alpha was. Eventually, she had no choice, or they would both be in danger. As she labored, she cried and cursed him and his philandering ways. "Relax, Lady Caro." The midwives urged her, but she couldn't, not when he was probably in the arms of another woman while she risked her life. What was she expecting? Early in the morning, she managed to push out a baby boy before she passed out. The next time she came to, Cane was bowed over her sleeping baby. "Cane, where were you last night?" She demanded, to which he raised a brow. "Since when do I have to report myself to you?" "Since..." Cane leveled her with a hard glare. "Think twice before you complete that sentence." Caro swallowed, then settled for, "What are you naming him?" "Rhysand." "It's a beautiful name." She agreed softly. "When do you want to go put his name in the books?" He raised another brow. "I think you're getting yourself confused, Caro." With that, he left her alone in the room. A week later, she went to Isabella. "Mother, don't you think it's time we registered your grandson? You didn't come to see him yet." "I should come see your little bastard?" "Mother, what?!" "Are you his wife?" Isabella asked her without even looking up. "No, Mother, but he loves me." Even Caro doesn't believe the love part, Cane loves nobody but himself. Isabella snorted. "Of course." Caro narrowed her eyes. "What does that mean?" "You're delusional, girl. You think my son will commit to only you? You're just a whore unfortunate enough to birth an illegitimate child. Now, get out of my sight." Caro got the message loud and clear. The only way her child would get registered was to get rid of Cassie and her useless child out of the way. She decided to take matters into her own hands. By the time she was done with Cassie, she would be begging to leave the mansion. Cassie had no maid of her own even though she was the Luna. It was way too easy for her to mess with Cassie, and the maids only support who is strong. That's just the irony of things. She paid maids to drop dead animals in her bed while she was sleeping. She taunted her whenever she could. Her tricks ranged from childish to downright sinister. Once, she mocked her for giving birth to a retard. Cassie didn't react, only moved to pass her when suddenly she saw Cane coming. "Help, Cane, she pushed me and threatened our son, she's jealous of me giving birth to a boy." Cassie had barely opened her mouth to defend herself before Cane descended on her. He gave her the beating of her life. Which satisfies Caro, making her believe she's getting closer to her goal. To continue with her shenanigans, she once ruined Cassie's dress for an event she was supposed to appear for, invoking Isabella's wrath. That day was the most humiliating experience of Cassie's life. Her mother-in-law gave her a thorough tongue-lashing in front of everyone. Still, Cassie endured which greatly angered Caro. Her son would be three months soon. She didn't want to be a laughingstock. "Time to bring out the big guns." Caro smirked to herself. The next day, Cane and Cassie went to an event, and as usual, she couldn't take Maria with her. For some reason, Cassie couldn't bring herself to relax at all. She was so tense that Cane snapped at her. "Fix that sour expression of yours before I fix it for you." He sneered. "I'm not feeling too well. I'm sorry." "Well, suck it up." She itched to text the maid she left her daughter with but she didn't dare to bring her phone out. Fortunately, they left the event not too long after. The moment she entered the house, she saw the maids gathered by the stairs panicking. “What happened?" They parted for the Luna and she saw her daughter laying there, unconscious with her legs bent at an unnatural angle. She screamed in agony, bringing Isabella's attention to the scene. "Who did this to my daughter?" No one said anything. "This is not the time for questions." Cane took her from Cassie and ran to the doctors. While the doctor looked at her, Cane demanded what happened. "I sent her on an errand, that's all." "Of all the maids at your disposal? You choose to send my daughter, a toddler, on an errand?" Caro was a little scared, if she was being honest. This was the first time she heard Cassie raise her voice. "Shut up, Cassie. Let her explain." Cane boomed, which only emboldened Caro. Cane was on her side. Cane preferred her to his Luna. "I asked her to get something downstairs. She must have slipped. She's not dead, is she?" Caro said carelessly. Cassie lunged for her throat, but Cane easily held her back. "Calm down, you heard her. It was an accident." He glared at his wife. "There's no need to overreact." "Overreact, you say." Cassie said with anger. "This is not the first time she's harming my daughter or me. The other time, she fed her nuts. She's allergic to nuts. She almost killed her." She stood her ground. "You heard her. She didn't know." Cane defended her. "She didn't know she wasn't..." Cassie trailed off, suddenly lost for words. She suddenly had an epiphany. She knew what she was going to do. "I didn't..." Cassie took a deep breath and said. "I can't do this anymore, Cane." "What the fuck did you just call me? Have you learned nothing? How many times do I have to tell you not to call me by my name?" Cane growled and took an intimidating step towards her. "You're not hearing me, Cane." Cassie said again. "I want a divorce." Caro smiled in victory. Cane stared at her like she was speaking a strange language.The 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
The next day, Cassie’s office had been turned into a makeshift boutique for an exclusive shop to get her a custom-made dress for the gala. Racks of couture gowns surrounded her, and three nervous assistants of the fashion house were fluttering around Cassie, pins in their mouths. "It’s too tight on the ribs," Cassie muttered, wincing as another tightened the corset. "I can't breathe, plus I need to be able to run if necessary." "Run?" Paolo, the lead designer, looked horrified. "Miss Stone, this is a custom silk chiffon. You cant, no, you will not run in silk, you will strut." "Pray the building doesn't catch fire. Loosen it." Aser sat on the sofa, watching the spectacle with amusement. He had a tablet in his lap, trying to approve important documents for work, but his eyes kept drifting to Cassie. "You look beautiful, baby." Aser commented as he eyed her appreciatively. He was right. She looked beautiful in the golden gown that would make sure she was the sole center of attent
In an unregistered building overlooking Central Park, Dmitri Varga stood in the center of the room, dripping wet. He hadn't changed out of his clothes since the warehouse disaster.Sitting in a leather chair facing the window was a distinguished old man who looked like a respectable university professor. He dressed the part, too, in a tweed jacket and with his silver hair neatly combed back. This was the Director of the Syndicate. "Repeat that for me, Dmitri," the director said softly, not turning around. "I want to make sure I understand what you're telling me.""It... it was a cyberattack," Varga stammered. "Cassie Stone did this. She's the reason the entire operation is cooked.""And the crypto wallets?""Gone," Varga whispered. "The keys were stored locally, so we lost access when the drives melted, meaning she locked us out of 1 billion dollars."That finally made the director turn to look at him with such coldness on his kind, grandfatherly face that Dmitri stumbled lightly."1







