Mag-log inCassian’s POVI stand there frozen in shock for a whole minute. She’s not my fucking mate.The word repeats in my head over and over again, as I try to make sense of it. Mate.“Shut the fuck up,” I mutter out loud, rubbing my face aggressively with both hands. This thing makes me want to go crazy so I keep pushing it away and try to focus on the present. But focusing on the present isn’t even any better. I try to tell myself that I just won the argument and try to feel good about putting him in his place and showing him that he can’t just boss me around and use me whenever he feels like it even though I know I started the whole thing. I was the one who gave him room for that so it’s my fault. I look towards the dent in the door and sigh. All I can see in my head right now is the look on his face right before he walked out.He didn’t look angry—if he was I could deal with that wheb we both cooled off. But he looked so… I had hurt him deeply and Rhett wasnt someone who hurt like t
Cassian’s POV Hearing him call me his feels good, but only for a second before anger explodes right through me.I shove his chest with both hands, pushing him back an inch just to get some room to breathe.“Mine? I don't think so,” I spit, glaring at him. “You frolic around with that girlfriend of yours every single day! You hate to be associated with me in public, Rhett! You act like I’m a fucking disease whenever people are looking! You pick fights with me! I don’t think that’s what being yours looks like!”“I don’t pick fights with you! You start up bullshit and I—“Rhett begins to say something but I cut him off immediately. “Because if I were actually yours, you would scream it to the whole school,” I snap. “You would claim it in broad daylight! But you know what you do instead? You use me as a distraction from your miserable problems! Every single time your life goes to shit, we go right back to where it all began! You have a fight with your dad, or you have a bad day on the ic
Rhett’s POVI have no choice but to win this game, and to win the man of the match. Everything I do frok now on has to be perfect aa I am under intense scrutiny from what seems like the whole world. I play like a lunatic. Every single bit of anger inside me—my dad threatening me at the festival thing, the pack elders talking shit and comparing me to Matt, Savannah being well…— all of it gets poured right into the game. I slam the opposing players into the glass so hard it shakes, steal the puck, and push hard without giving them any space.By the last thirty seconds of the third period, the game is tied two-two.They’re good, unfortunately. My lungs are burning, and despite the coldness of the ice, sweat is stinging my eyes under my helmet. Matt wins the face-off, pushing the puck along the boards to Tyler, who slides it cleanly past two defenders right onto my stick.I don’t even hesitate vefore I fake out the goalie with a quick move to the left, and shoot the puck right into th
Cassian’s POVThe bathroom door slams shut as Rhett enters, leaving me all alone. I don’t know how I am supposed to feel about it. The animalistic urge is back, making me want to follow him in there but my pride seems to be greater. Also, I don’t want him to hear how hard my heart is pounding as I can literally hear it myself. Slowly, I bring my fingers up to my mouth.What the actual fuck was that?One minute we are screaming at each other about, ready to bash each others faces in, and the next minute he has me pinned, kissing me like he is starving for it.And the worst part? I kissed him back.I didn’t push him away or grab something to hit him with. My hands just went right to his waist, pulling him closer like an idiot.Then he just had to look at me that way. Right before he ran into that bathroom, he looked at me with so much horror on his face, like I was some disgusting thing that ruined his life.“Don’t fucking look at me.”I let out a bitter laugh, shaking my head.I push
Rhett’s POVI feel anything but refreshed the moment I wake up. Probably because I got less than an hour of sleep. I glance toward the clock on the wall to check the time.Yep, my sleep wasn’t even up to an hour.I stand up immediately and get dressed, because I do not plan to stick around for the morning feast with the pack elders, and I definitely do not plan to wait around to make small talk with Savannah and pretend to be hopelessly in love with her while all eyes are on us. I go downstairs as quickly as possible, get into my car, and haul ass down the road before my father can come looking for me.The drive back to campus is freakishly long, as there is one hell of a traffic jam the moment I join the main road. It feels frustrating, because the one thing my mind keeps returning to—with nothing else to do on the drive—is that dream.Either my mate bond was bleeding into his mind and messing with his head, or Cassian was hiding something about his lineage.Then again, even if he hi
Rhett’s POV“Rhett.” My father’s says, stepping forward towards me with a smile that’s…. Well, not much of a smile. Matt gives me one last nervous look before quickly stepping away into the crowd. I take a breath, shoving my hands into my jacket pockets. “Hi dad.”“You came,” he comments. “Wouldn’t miss it fot the world,” I tell him with a grin, but I am quite certain he can see past the fakeness of it. “You are the next in line. You were supposed to be hours at the beginning. Before anyone else.”“I had practice.”“You think you’re clever, don't you?” he whispers. “Ignoring my calls all week. Vanishing from pack duties like you’re some stray wolf with no name, no responsibilities.”“I had things to handle with the university,” I say, trying not to look him dead in the eye because that only pisses him off more.“You had a mess of your own making,” he snarls. “Getting yourself suspended, dragged in front of a committee like a common thug. If it weren't for the fact that Jacob boy g
RhettCassian is up to something, and I need to know what.First, he had been playing nice with Savannah by the bleachers, and as soon as practice was over, she had come to tell me that my roommate was nice and cared about me. Now, I am walking into the locker room to see Jacob sitting and talking
Cassian’s POVSince last night, Rhett hasn’t spared me a glance. He had just pushed me off with so much force and gone to the bathroom, then after several hours he went to bed but didn’t sleep. He spent the night tossing and turning—so did I, thinking of the look in his eyes when I hovered above
Rhett’s “Hi,” I manage to say calmly, but my voice comes out extremely hoarse. Cassian smirks and walks back to his bed where he is unpacking his stuff; my eyes trail over the magazines on the bed—nude men on display—and then to the pack of condoms he just pulled out.He picks up one of the magazi
Rhett“Rhett, come on!” my teammate yells as I dodge a hit from the defenseman, making sure to keep my balance. The goalie is sliding left, leaving the top right corner wide open. It is a guaranteed goal that would give us a tie.Four seconds left.For a split second, my eyes drift to the front row







