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I stare at Melinda’s face, genuinely dumbfounded. Why does she care that Lucious is my mate? This is the same venomous glare she gave me when she fought tooth and nail for Cassian. Now the poison turns toward Lucious too? “What does me being Lucious’s mate have to do with you, Melinda?” I ask, turning to face her, and fold my arms over my chest. “Tell me.” Her eyes widen. Every drop of color drains from her cheeks until she looks like a ghost. It's as if I have just ripped the lid off a secret she buried years ago and hoped no one would ever find. “I… I… um, I am angry, that is all!” she stammers, trying to sound casual. But I catch the tremble in her hands as she fists them at her sides. “Angry? No, that's not it. The Melinda I know does not get this worked up over nothing,” I say, taking one deliberate step closer, then another. She stumbles back, and my voice hardens as I continue. “But here you stand. You are not only angry. You are possessive. Territorial. Of him.” I poi
“Who are you expecting?” Cassian asks, his eyes full of desire, now dark with murderous intent that makes the air between us feel electric.“I have no idea.”He nods once and starts to move again, his body pressing closer. But I plant both hands flat on his sweat-slicked chest and push just enough to stop him.“Cassian, there is a guest waiting downstairs, and you are thinking of sex right now?”He freezes the moment the words leave my lips, the raw hunger in his eyes flickering into something guarded but disappearing immediately.Oh Selene, I did not mean it to sound like that. I soften my voice fast. “No, Cassian. What I meant to say was, since you did not want this to begin with, you can let…”“Go,” he says hoarsely. The word comes out of him like it costs him everything.Before I can take it back, he withdraws. His still-hard cock slides out of me in one slow drag, soaked with my arousal, leaving me empty, sensitive, and aching all over again.A shaky moan escapes my lips as I squ
Angela: ~~~ wake to the golden spill of morning light across my face. Cassian’s heartbeat is steady against my back. Slow, strong, the kind of rhythm that used to lull me to sleep and now makes my whole body hum with need. I smile before I even open my eyes, rolling toward him, and the second our gazes lock, that crooked, sleepy grin of his meets me. “Good morning,” he whispers, his voice rough with sleep and something darker. “Good morning,” I breathe back, cupping his jaw, thumb brushing the stubble that always feels like sin against my skin. I lean in and kiss him, soft at first, then deeper, hungrier. My hand slips under the sheets like it has a mind of its own, wrapping around his thick, heavy length. He’s already hard, morning wood pressed hot and insistent against my thigh, and the feel of it makes my core clench. Cassian sleeps naked every single night, and right now I’m grateful for it. I crave him inside me so badly. I’m about to pull back and beg him to fuck me whe
Cassian:~~~The journey back to the pack lands is a blur of high-speed roads and the heavy heat of the bond.Angel stays quiet, her hand locked in mine. I can feel her nerves, but there’s a new strength in her, an ancient power that perfectly matches the fire waking up in my own veins.I look at Sophie, sleeping peacefully in my grandmother’s arms, then down at Angel.“Go to sleep,” I tell her. “You need rest after all that exercise.”She smiles, her cheeks flushing a beautiful pink. I reach over, my thumb gently brushing her swollen lower lip, the memory of our time in the car still vivid. How thoroughly I had claimed her. How brutal I got, and now I'm worried about her and about our child.Did I hurt them both?“Rest now. I will wake you once we arrive.”She nods, closing her eyes as she settles into my arms. Her body melts perfectly against my chest.…~...Two and a half hours later, we cross the pack's border. The car soon pulls to a stop on our parents' lawn after a few minutes'
Cassian stills for a heartbeat, eyes flashing with approval, then pulls out abruptly. The sudden emptiness makes me whimper, my pussy clenching around nothing, slick dripping down my ass. He shifts us with effortless strength, maneuvering me off his lap and into the spacious back seat first. The leather is cooler here, sticking to my heated skin as I scramble into position on my knees, facing him. He follows, shoving his jeans lower, cock jutting up thick and glistening with my arousal, veins throbbing visibly. I straddle him before he can settle fully, gripping his shoulders for leverage as I sink down onto his length. The angle lets him spear even deeper, bottoming out against my cervix with a jolt that makes stars burst behind my eyelids. “Fuck, yes,” I hiss, the stretch exquisite, my walls molding to every ridge and pulse of him. The scent of rain grows stronger as mist creeps in, mingling with our sex sweat and the faint metallic tang of my glowing veins. I start ridin
Angela: ~•~☆°♡°☆~•~ “Ahhh!” I scream. Damn it, he’s too big, but the feeling is incredible. His size forces my walls to yield, clenching desperately around the pulsing heat of him. The scent of my own wetness mixes with the musky tang of his skin, heavy in the confined space of the car, and I taste salt on my lips from biting down too hard. He doesn't give me time to adjust, he pulls back, and his hips snap forward again, driving deeper, the coarse hair at his base grinding against my clit at the brutal thrust. “Fuck, Angel, so tight,” he growls low, his voice gravelly and raw, his breath hot against my ear. “So perfect. Your body knows exactly who it belongs to.” I wrap my legs around his waist instinctively, heels pressing into the small of his back, urging him deeper despite the overwhelming stretch. My red dress is pushed up around my waist in a mess of silk. I can feel the red veins on my skin glowing, pulsing right in time with the throb of his length inside me. I'm
I don't knock. I don't hear what Anna is saying. I push the door open with enough force to make the glass partition rattle. Adrian’s “dead” wife, what's her name again, Julianna, doesn’t even flinch. She just looks at me as a slow, condescending smirk spreads across her face. “Get out,” I say, my
It is getting dark when we arrive at the mansion. It’s located in the heart of the city, a grand display of Cassian’s power and wealth.The car pulls in the driveway, and I carry Sophie, stepping out as Cynthia gets out to begin unloading our luggage.“Welcome, Madam. I’m Lia, the housekeeper. I wi
Angela: ~~~ “Blair… I… please, it's not what you think! Fuck, I can explain.” I want to hit him, scream, and ask him how exchanging saliva with his supposed dead wife while his hands roam her body means anything other than exactly what it looks like. And to be honest, I don't understand why
Angela: ~~~ “Cassian, why are you looking at me like that? Did you do something to Adrian?” The words spill out before I can stop them; the air in the room has shifted, turning heavy. Cassian is staring at me with that dark, predatory gaze, which makes me afraid of him. “You want to go back to h







