MasukCHAPTER 10THE WAR COUNCILThe throne room erupted into chaos.Voices rose in panic as the elders leaned towards each other, speaking in rushed, frightened whispers. Hands gestured wildly as their faces paled further. The news of three packs potentially forming an alliance against them had thrown them into complete disorder."We need to send envoys immediately—""No, we need to fortify the borders first—""What about our own alliances? Can we call on—""This is a disaster. An absolute disaster—"Cecilia remained perfectly still amidst the frenzy, her arms crossed, her expression calm. She watched the elders panic with something close to contempt in her eyes.Bonn's voice cut through the noise. "Cecilia. Why do you look so calm? Aren't you going to do something about this?"She turned her gaze to him, then let it sweep across the room, landing on each elder in turn. When she spoke, her voice was cold enough to freeze blood."You're pathetic."The room fell silent. Every elder stared at
CHAPTER 009Cassian stood up straight from the wall, his eyes looking at the young woman in front of him. She stood with easy confidence, a friendly smile on her face, waiting for what he would say.Who was she? And how could he say no without being rude?His mind went right to the one rule he had for himself from years ago. Never fight a female. Never do combat with them, even if it's play. The memory came back before he could stop it, taking him to a day he wished he could forget.*FLASHBACK*Clarabella had been ten years old, small but strong in spirit. She had asked him for weeks to teach her real fighting, not just the basic things for kids. He had said yes at last, but couldn't say no to her happy face.They started in the private yard behind their home with simple moves first like blocking, dodging and basic hits. Clarabella's face was happy as she copied him, her small hands making fists like he showed."Like this?" she asked, hitting the air."Perfect. Now try with me."T
CHAPTER 008SHIFTING DYNAMICS AND THE COUSINThe morning sun came in through the curtains like it was sneaking around, making soft shadows on the bed where Cecilia was lying and staring at the ceiling. She felt like there was a hole inside her. The sofa was empty and she wondered where Cassian could be.The door made a small creak as it opened, and that pulled her out of her head. Cecilia turned her head fast as Cassian came in holding a wooden tray with food on it. Steam was coming up from a cup of tea, and the smell of fresh bread and eggs started filling the room. He was moving quietly and carefully, like he didn't want to wake her if she was still asleep.He put the tray down on the bed and sat on the other side, a bit closer to where she was lying. When he looked at her, his face went from calm to confused. "Why are you looking at me like that?"Cecilia realized her face was all twisted up in disgust, and she didn't try to hide it at all. "Good morning," Cassian said, his vo
Chapter 007THE RULESThe dinner hall that evening was a den of barely concealed tension.Torches flickered along the walls, casting long shadows over the long oak tables laden with roasted meats, fresh breads, and flagons of ale.The pack dined together as custom demanded.Whispers about the consummation announcement had spread like wildfire; eyes darted between Cecilia at the head table and Cassian seated beside her, his fresh bruises a stark testament to the morning's "sparring."Bonn presided from his seat of honor; his gaze surveyed the room. The elders flanked him — Eric's smirk hadn't faded, Margaret leaned in to whisper something that made him chuckle. Lila sat further down, picking at her food, her devastation from the morning etched into every line of her face.Cecilia ignored them all, her fork stabbing into her venison with more force than necessary. She needed to reclaim control, to draw lines that reminded everyone — especially Cassian — who held the power.As the meal p
CHAPTER 006 THE MORNING AFTERDawn broke over the Greensville Pack like a reluctant thief, stealing away the shadows of the night but leaving behind what had transpired. Cecilia lay in the massive four-poster bed, staring at the intricate carvings on the canopy above her.The sheets were tangled around her legs, still damp with sweat and scented with blood — his blood, her arousal, the undeniable proof of their forced union.Her body ached in places she hadn't known could ache, a deep, throbbing reminder of how thoroughly she had been undone.But it wasn't just physical; something inside her felt cracked, exposed, like a fortress wall breached in the dead of night.She turned her head slightly, glancing at the couch across the room where Cassian had retreated after... after everything.He was already gone, the blanket folded neatly as if the night had been nothing more than a dream. Or a nightmare. The drumming probably had stopped hours ago, replaced by the distant sounds of the pac
CHAPTER 005THE FORCED NIGHTThe drumming outside thundered like war—shield beats echoing through the stone walls, the entire pack waiting outside, their ears perked up listening, lips judging. They wouldn’t stop until the scent of mating heat flooded the corridor. Until there was proof.It was late at night before Cecilia finally came to a decision. There was no other way. She had to consummate the marriage.She slammed the chamber door, the bolt locking with a final click. Her blood still roared from the reception—from her father’s toast, from the guards dragging her here like she meant nothing.Cassian stood by the fireplace, shirt half-torn from her earlier claws, four bloody lines crisscrossing his chest. His eyes met hers predatory and the rage inside her boiled over.“Let’s do it,” she snarled, voice cutting through the drumming. “Right now. Give them what they want.”He didn’t flinch, even though her tone was harsh. “Cecilia—”“You heard the order.” She stalked toward him, cla







