Cassie POV“You look like shit,” Elle announced as I entered the gym where Luca was beating the living daylights out of another alpha. “Thanks,” I grumbled back, sinking onto the bench she was sitting on. She turned her entire body to face me, her eyes scanning over me as she assessed for damages like some weird robot. “OK, spill,” she demanded when she couldn't find any physical signs. I bit down on my bottom lip before I let the words flow out of me like a volcano, knowing it was pretty damned useless to keep anything from her. “Vasilios and I slept together… again. All that talk about how great he was in bed made me think that I should have a little bit of fun while I'm still with him.” “As long as you were being safe,” Elle said sternly, sounding more like a mother than ever. “Don't worry, I'm on the pill,” I drawled and Elle shook her head. “That's not what I meant. As much as I love that man like a brother, Vasilios has had more sex partners than I have fingers. You'd be
Vasilios POVI had known from the moment that I had seen my great uncle Otis that something shifty was going on behind the scenes - and surprise, surprise, I was right. The Council’s manipulation strategy was all bundled up with a nice little bow in the form of “helping the werewolf species” and “putting an end to the rogue threats”, but anyone with half a brain would be able to see the real aim behind their words. They wanted more power. “So tonight’s diplomatic mission is to get each alpha to agree to allow one of the Council’s agents to live within the pack territory. This will allow the Council to monitor rogue activity,” Otis had croaked, his beady eyes darting between Viktor and myself as we stood in my father’s office. “Sure,” Titan grumbled in my head. “He really means the agents will be able to report all the activities of the pack to the Council. They’re scared that the packs will rise up against them when they hear about the increase in taxes that the Council are asking
Cassie POV“Thanks for walking me back to the packhouse.” Damian smiled and tucked a stray hair behind my ear, “anytime. You know that I am always here for you.” I couldn’t help but smile back at him. He had come to my rescue when he had seen me furiously stomp toward the doors of the gym-come-ballroom, angry at myself for being disappointed when I saw Amber’s hand on Vasilios’s arm. What did I expect of him? This arrangement of ours was just temporary - because I had wanted it to be temporary. “Are you sure you’re going to be alright here? Everyone is at the party after all, and you’ll be alone,” Damian asked, concern in his voice. I squeezed his hand reassuringly, “I will be fine. I just didn’t feel like being at the party among all those fake people.” He chuckled and pulled me to him, wrapping his arms around me. “You’re one of a kind, Cassie. You really don’t fit in this world of politics. Why don’t you come back with me when I leave?” I sighed, “I wish I could. But it shoul
Cassie POVI ignored Vasilios at breakfast, refusing to meet his gaze as I sat chatting to Eliana in hushed tones instead. Viktor sat in his usual spot in the centre of the long table, his gaggle of adoring female admirers clinging to every word which oozed from his mouth. When Alpha Dimitri called Vasilios into his office, I breathed a sigh of relief. I’d been painfully aware of him - every move he made, every time he looked my way - it was like I was being burned with his presence. “I can make Vasilios disappear from your life forever, and you will never have to fear him again,” Otis whispered in my ear as he left the table, smiling secretly at me before he moved to the balcony and lit a cigarette. “I need a smoke,” I said under my breath to Eliana who raised an eyebrow in question but didn’t say anything, continuing her attack on the piece of toast in her hand. No one paid attention to me as I left the table and stepped out onto the balcony, for which I was rather grateful. Oti
Cassie POVI waited for Vasilios and my father in the alcove next to Alpha Dimitri's office. I didn't have to wait long before I heard a door close and Vasilios walked by, his face like a thundercloud as he spoke in muted angry tones to my father, who looked deceptively calm.“Papa,” I called out, forcing the men to stop in their tracks. “Cassandra, I thought you'd still be at breakfast,” my father responded, a questioning look on his face. I shrugged, “I was. But then I had a little run in with Otis, and decided to hide out in your office only to find it occupied… by Viktor.”My father turned to me and took one of my hands, concern evident in his eyes. “Cassandra, Otis didn't… do anything to you. Right?”I shook my head, “other than offering to help me escape Vasilios,” I eyed the man in question before returning to my father. “No, he didn't do anything. But Viktor, the snake, he's bugged your office.”“What?” Vasilios roared, obviously not in the mood for any more insults from his
Vasilios POVI let Titan take control, the urge to run far away from Poros becoming more and more overwhelming. “Why are we fighting for this title?” I asked my beast, the question plaguing me. “If I give it up, then we can take Cassandra back to New York and she will be happy. We can live with her there. We can start a family there.” Titan barked in protest, his paws crunching the fallen leaves as he marched toward our favourite spot. “You would let our people suffer at the hands of Viktor and his deluded wolf? Ha! Maybe you’re not an alpha after all.”His comment hit its mark and I felt instantly guilty. My pack would be destroyed within a matter of months with Viktor at the helm. He may be a smooth talker, but he knew nothing about the real work behind running a successful pack. He knew nothing of the delicate balance we had maintained with the tourists, or of the verbal contracts we had with other packs. Sure, he had the backing of the council - but that wouldn’t get him very f
Vasilios POV Cassandra shook her head, but I could tell that her resistance was dwindling. I plunged my fingers into her pussy again, noticing the way that she tightened around them as I slowly pulled them out of her, almost as if she was trying to keep me there. “You want me, Cassandra. Just say the words and I'll give you what you yearn for.” I lowered my mouth to her pussy, flicking my tongue against her clit before I pressed my tongue into her, lapping up her juices as she writhed against me. She gasped as I reached beneath her to grab her breast, tugging on her nipple as I rolled it between my fingers. And then I stepped back, allowing my fingertips which caressed her inner thighs to be the only contact I had with her. She moaned and reached for my hand, urging me wordlessly to continue. “You know what I want,” I demanded unrelentingly. Cassandra pressed her face into the bed for a few moments before she sat back on her haunches and looked over her shoulder at me, her
Cassie POV“Show me your tits!”The creepy middle-aged guy shouted again at me as I swung around on the pole. He picked up a shot and downed it before he slammed the glass down on the table, running his hand over his shiny bald head. I ignored him, like I always did. The more wasted Gerald was, the more he'd shout and the quicker he'd get kicked out. “Come on, sexy! I came to see your tits!” He shouted again, and I hid a smile when I watched Ms. Ho summon the bouncer. Cue the shouting in three, two, one. I flipped upside-down into the “Russian Layback” pose and held it as Gerald started shouting about the lack of flesh in the club. “Third time this week. I don't know how many times the guy has to be told that he's got the wrong place,” Glitter said as she passed my podium with a tray of drinks for a corner table. She was right about that. What he was needing was a hooker, not a stripper - especially not a stripper in a bikini bar where flesh was served tastily clad in barely the