Chapter 002

Cassie’s Pov

“He knows my name?” I whispered under my breath.

The ‘he’ in question was Asher, heir of the Valley pack, the one everyone adored. Honey blonde hair, brown eyes that always sparkled like he carried sunshine in his pockets, and a smile that could talk anyone out of their clothes. He was charming, dangerous, impossible to resist. He was a player, girls draped themselves over him every day. He flirted back with all of them.

It was common knowledge that girls lined up everyday when he arrived on his bike. He was even nicknamed ‘girl magnet’

He grinned at me like I wasn’t invisible. “You walking alone? Hop in.”

“I… it’s fine,” I said quickly.

“It’s a long way,” Asher chuckled. “Come on. I don’t bite. Hard.”

My face heated. “Okay.”

He laughed under his breath. “You can hold on to me, you know. I don't bite. Hard.”

Heat shot up my neck. “I’m fine like this.”

“Suit yourself,” he said, and the bike roared to life, sending my heart straight into my throat.

“You look tired,” he said. “Nightmares?”

My heart stopped. “How did you—”

“You always look like you didn’t sleep,” he chuckled. “Maybe you need someone to tuck you in.”

I nearly choked on air.

He laughed. “Relax, I’m teasing.”

When we pulled into the school lot, I barely had time to get off before girls rushed in from every direction.

“Asher, ride with me today.”

“Asher, did you get my message?”

“Asher, you promised we would hang out.”

He slipped off the helmet, shook his hair out, and smirked at all of them. “Ladies, one at a time. There’s enough of me to go around.”

They squealed, reaching for him. He welcomed all of it, soaking in the attention like he was built for it.

A few minutes later I walked towards my locker.

I froze when I saw him by the lockers, his tongue deep in some cheerleader's mouth, his hands groping her ass like he owned it. She moaned loud, pressing against him, but he caught me staring out of the corner of his eye. His gaze locked on mine, smirking even as he kept kissing her.

Heat flooded my face, I'd been caught, and the way he looked at me made my stomach twist. I turned and ran to my next class, my heart pounding, sliding into my seat before the teacher started.

During the boring lecture on pack history, I pulled out my diary again, hiding it under my desk.

I wrote about how I imagined Asher coming after me right then, rough and vicious, no holding back. He'd follow me into the empty hallway, grab my arm hard, and spin me around.

"You like watching, huh? Now you're gonna take it," he'd growl, shoving me against the lockers so my cheek pressed to the cold metal.

His hands would yank my skirt up, ripping my panties down my thighs in one rough pull. I'd feel his hard cock pressing against my ass through his jeans before he unzipped and freed it—thick and veined, slapping against my skin. "Spread your legs," he'd order, kicking my feet apart. Then he'd thrust into my pussy without warning, stretching me wide, the burn making me cry out. He'd fuck me hard, hips slamming forward, each pound shaking my whole body against the lockers.

"Fuck, you're tight," he'd grunt, one hand fisting my hair to pull my head back, the other slapping my ass sharp enough to sting. I'd gasp, pain mixing with pleasure as he drove deeper, hitting my cervix with brutal force. "Take it like the slut you are, staring at me." His pace would be vicious, no mercy, his balls slapping my clit with every thrust. I'd push back, wanting more, my nails scraping the lockers as he used me.

He'd reach around, fingers roughly rubbing my clit, pinching it until I screamed. "Come on my cock, now," he'd demand, and I'd shatter, pussy squeezing him tight as waves hit me. But he'd keep going, pounding through my orgasm until he pulled out and came on my back, hot spurts marking me as his.

The bell rang, slamming me back to reality.

Track practice came next. I changed into my clothes, but the nerves in my stomach made me feel sick. I had never been good at this. I wasn’t fast, I wasn’t strong, and being watched made my legs feel like jelly.

The field was already full when I stepped out.

And that was when I saw him.

Caspian.

The Redhound Alpha’s only son. His hair was dark, swept back out of his sharp, serious face. His eyes were the coldest gray I had ever seen. Everyone wanted him, but he barely acknowledged anyone. He moved like a star that he was. The school’s hockey captain.

Girls whispered behind their hands as he headed toward the hockey training building.

But he stopped to look at me.

“Cassie,” he said, voice deep and steady. “You look nice in that.”

My mind short circuited. “I…uhm hey?” I squeaked.

A faint, rare smile curved at the corner of his mouth. “It suits you.”

Then he walked past me, leaving me frozen.

Katie’s shrill voice struck immediately. “Nice? Her? Caspian must be sick.”

Jenna smirked. “She probably cast a spell.”

The heat rushed up my throat. I tried to run with the others, but my legs felt weak, clumsy. My breath came too fast. Someone laughed when I stumbled.

Another girl muttered, “Pathetic.”

Katie walked up to me and sized me up with disgust on her face. “You will always be a loser, no one will ever want you.”

I turned and ran in the opposite direction, ignoring the shouts behind me. I rushed to the bleachers, grabbed my bag, and yanked out my diary with shaking hands.

My diary was my only escape.

I wrote gently;

I wanted him in this very locker room, sensual and sexy, no rush. He'd corner me after everyone left, his big hands gentle on my waist as he backed me against the lockers.

"Cassie," he'd murmur, voice low and warm, "I've wanted you for so long." Then he'd lift me up easy, like I weighed nothing, my legs wrapping around his hips as he pressed his hard cock against my core through our clothes.

His lips would find mine, kissing slow and deep, tongue exploring my mouth while his hands slid under my shirt, caressing my skin. He'd set me down just long enough to strip me—peeling off my top, unhooking my bra to suck on my nipples, licking and nibbling until they pebbled hard. "You taste so good, my love," he'd say, eyes locked on mine as he knelt, kissing down my stomach to tug my shorts and panties off.

Standing again, he'd free his cock long and thick, veins pulsing and rub the head along my wet pussy lips, teasing my entrance. "Ready for me, love?" he'd ask, and I'd nod, pulling him closer. He'd push in slow, inch by inch, filling me completely, both of us moaning at the stretch. Then he'd lift me again, pinning me to the lockers, thrusting deep and steady, his hips rolling to grind against my clit.

"Fuck, Cassie, you're perfect," he'd groan, one hand supporting my ass, the other stroking my breast. Our bodies would move together, sweat slicking our skin, his mouth on my neck, sucking marks as he fucked me sensual, the heat building up slowly.

"My love, come for me," he'd whisper, thumb circling my clit, and I'd clench around him, orgasm washing over me soft and intense, pulling him with me. He'd bury deep, filling me with his cum, holding me tight as we kissed through the aftershocks.

Feeling the heat in between my legs. I stuffed the diary into my bag, wiped my face, and rushed toward the restroom to clean up. I left my bag on the bench outside the stall. It was only for a minute. Just a minute.

When I stepped out…my bag was open.

My diary was gone.

Every bone in my body went cold.Everything inside me spiraled.

My secrets. My fantasies. My shame. My desire. Every filthy thought about the three Alphas.

Someone had it.

“No,” I whispered. “No no no.”

I tore through my things. Every corner of my bag and locker but it was gone.

My diary was gone.