The Alpha's Love

Cassa's POV Three weeks had passed, and I was slowly recovering. In just three days, I’d be able to ditch these damn crutches. Sabrina had been incredibly attentive, always by my side, offering words of encouragement even when I couldn't see the light at the end of the tunnel. But despite her efforts, the monotony of being stuck in this room was driving me insane. Staring out the window and not being able to move felt like I was in a prison.I’d met Dr. Adam, expecting some old geezer, but he turned out to be a good-looking guy just a few years older than me. He visited weekly to check on my progress and often mentioned my grandfather, Daniel Sullivan. Apparently, my grandfather was one of the investors in the hospital where Adam worked, and he couldn’t stop praising him. Not that I cared much; I barely knew my grandparents since I’d left their strict household to chase my dreams in Los Angeles after high school."How are you feeling, Ali?" Sabrina's voice broke into my thoughts as sh

Cassa's POV My eyes narrowed as I scanned the list of tasks I was expected to perform. They felt like duties I never imagined doing—more like those of a servant or, worse, a prisoner serving her captor! I fought the urge to crumple the paper in my hand, my nails digging into my palm as I suppressed my frustration.The Mayor had left for town, leaving two men to guard me. At the bottom of the smooth, finely printed paper, it stated that the rules would take effect once I was fully recovered. Bitterness welled up inside me, and I let out an exaggerated sigh.Pushing myself up from the divan, I approached the stairs but hesitated. An idea struck me—I would explore the house to familiarize myself with my surroundings.It was already noon when I entered the room, my legs aching from the walk. The house was sprawling, almost like a mansion, and I nearly lost my way if not for Carter, one of the guards, accompanying me. I carried a paper bag delivered by the Mayor's driver ten minutes prior,

Julius POV I watched Cassa ascend the stairs, her light footsteps echoing until she reached her room, marked by the click of the lock.Silence enveloped the house, an unexpected occurrence at this hour, signaling my mother’s visit. It must mean something important. Yesterday, I’d spoken with Paps about my cousin Theodore’s predicament. He needed help with a case he’d gotten caught up in. Paps said Theodore acted in self-defense; the problem was that the victim wasn’t a werewolf but a human—the son of a senator.I knew Theodore—a decent kid, loyal to family and pack. His involvement in something so serious was shocking. At twelve, he was still in his human form, without the strength of his wolf until he turned fourteen. With the senator’s powerful connections, Theodore was likely looking at serious jail time. The Ganther family reaching out for help through Paps made sense, given our Montalvo ties to politics.Maybe my mom's arrival had something to do with the Ganthers’ situation. As

Cassa's POV The car stopped in front of a house, and as we drove through the town, I couldn’t shake the feeling that we weren’t too far from civilization. We passed a ranch just a few meters away from the place—a grand mansion, complete with a majestic fountain out front.But I couldn’t get the memory of the wolves chasing us out of my head. Three of them had rushed toward us, and their growls echoed in my ears.It felt like I was watching a scene unfold but couldn’t find my voice amid the chaos. Confused, I tried to make sense of everything. Mrs. Montalvo apologized for what happened but insisted we find a place where the pack warriors couldn’t track us."Why are those wolves after us?" I asked, my concern evident."They're here to kill you," she said flatly. "My son thinks the omegas guarding you are enough to keep you safe. Luckily, someone warned me about the planned attack." She smiled at me, as if this was just another ordinary day.Ordinary for them, maybe, but for me, it was a

Cassa’s POVI stared out of the window of the Mayor’s office, my gaze fixed on the lively scene in the plaza below. I couldn’t help but imagine myself down there, capturing the moment with my camera. But my daydreaming was cut short when Mayor Montalvo dropped a couple of file boxes on my table, just a few steps away. “Sort these files by date and put them back on my desk when you’re done,” he instructed before retreating to his seat. I reached for the files in the organizer, my mind still half lost in my thoughts. There were three files, and I felt a weariness settle over me. It seemed that whenever Julius didn’t have appointments in town, he kept me busy with an endless stream of work. Resting my feet on the cold floor, I felt a slight relief from the pain that had been nagging at me. I started sorting the files, arranging them from the latest date to the oldest. Every so often, I glanced at Julius, who was engrossed in his laptop, typing away. It was a rare day without phon