LOGINAngela: ~~~ wake to the golden spill of morning light across my face. Cassianâs 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. âGood morning,â he whispers, his voice rough with sleep and something darker. âGood morning,â 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. Heâs 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 Iâm grateful for it. I crave him inside me so badly. Iâm 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 thereâs 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 grandmotherâs arms, then down at Angel.âGo to sleep,â I tell her. âYou need rest after all that exercise.âShe 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?âRest now. I will wake you once we arrive.âShe nods, closing her eyes as she settles into my arms. Her body melts perfectly against my chest.âŠ~...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. âFuck, yes,â 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: ~âą~â°âĄÂ°â~âą~ âAhhh!â I scream. Damn it, heâs 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. âFuck, Angel, so tight,â he growls low, his voice gravelly and raw, his breath hot against my ear. âSo perfect. Your body knows exactly who it belongs to.â 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
The moment those words leave my lips, Cassian blinks once, then twice, as if his brain has now finally registered my words. But is that it? Suddenly, a sound escapes his chest. It is a choked, wet laugh mixed with a feral growl of triumph. He drops to his knees on the floor between my legs, his large hands shaking visibly as he reaches out to cover my hands resting on my stomach. âDoubt you?â he breathes, his voice thick with raw, overwhelming emotion. âNever. Angel, I could never doubt you. I can already feel my own blood, my own scent, radiating from you. A baby. Our baby.â He presses his face gently against my stomach, kissing the bare skin with a reverence that makes my heart ache in the best possible way. I run my fingers through his thick, dark hair, letting my happy tears fall freely onto his shoulders. He stands up suddenly, wrapping his massive arms around my waist, and lifts me right off the bed. He spins me around the bedroom, burying his face in the crook of my neck,
Angela:~~~I drift out of a deep, dreamless sleep as my hand instinctively reaches across the sheets, searching for that familiar, solid, reassuring warmth of Cassian.But the space beside me is empty, and the sheets are cool to the touch.Panic, sharp and icy, pierces my chest as I sit up abruptly, my heart hammering against my ribs.I open my eyes, and the room is shrouded in darkness.âCassianâŠâ I whisper as tears begin to well in my eyes as I recall what happened between Cassian and me.His promise and reassuring words: he told me he loved me. He pleasured me and made me feel clean again. There's no way all that was in my imagination. Cassian returned to me; he even told me Adrian was dead.After everything that happened, after the trauma and the tears and the desperate need to wash away the taint of Adrian, Cassian had promised he would stay.Did my mind really come up with all that because I missed him?I scan the dark bedroom.That's when it hits my nostrils, aged wine and tob
âAngel...â The sound of my name on Cassian's lips lands like a physical blow to my chest, making every painful memory I thought I had buried resurface in an instant. I remember his betrayal, the way he constantly chose Melinda, and how his neglect pushed me into the very arms of her assailants.
The police officer doesnât even look at Adrian. He keeps his gaze fixed on the floor, his voice wavering with a mix of apology and unmistakable fear toward Cassian. I wonder why. He explains that due to the high profile of the individuals involved and the nature of the claim. I have to ride in t
Angela [Blair]: ~~~ [Five years laterâŠ] ~~~ âCan you keep your lucky coin hidden from your classmates?â I ask, kneeling in front of my little miracle. She looks at me with those big eyes that always undo me. Her shoulders slump in dejection before she answers, her voice soft yet conflicted. âB
I walk into the lobby with Sophie at my side, her small hand tucked into mine as we approach the reception desk.âHi,â I say calmly. âIâm one of the finalists interviewing for the marketing manager position.ââOh, Miss Blair MillerâŠ?â She asks, frowning slightly, probably because the name strikes a







