LOGINCassandra’s POV
I shifted on the bed as the rays of the sunlight filtered into the room. I groaned, rubbing my eyelids as I slowly got up from the bed. My throat was dry, so I reached out to the bedside table for a glass of water, but there wasn't anything there. Groggily, I got up, trudging to the door and trying to pull it open but I didn't budge. Huh? I tried again, pulling harder this time as I attempted to open it, but it yielded the same result. Why was my door stuck? “Dad?” I yelled out, trying to get him to come up the stairs and get the door opened for me, but there was no reply. “Dad!” I yelled louder, pulling at the knob and then pounding steps coming up the stairs from outside the door sent relief through me but as the door pulled open and I came face to face with a guard, I froze. “Who are you?” I asked and he looked at me, frowning, equally confused. “I'm a guard here,” he replied, and I tilted my head in confusion. What the hell was– That was when it all came rushing back. I wasn't home anymore. I was in Sebastian pack and he kept me locked up here last night. I staggered backwards, almost losing my footing that the guard had to rush out and grabbed me by the waist, holding me close to his chest to prevent me from falling. “What do you think you're doing?” a loud voice yelled from behind the guard and when he turned to see who it was, his eyes bulged and he let his hands off me, making me fall flat on my butt. “Why did you let me save me only to let me go at the-” the words died in my throat when I saw the anger blazing in Sebastian eyes His fists were clenched and with how his fingers were digging into his palm, you'd think he would have broken his skin by now and drawn blood. The guard quickly moved so far away from me, it felt as though he teleported. “I asked you a question.”he asked the guard and he just bowed, shivering where he stood so I intervened. “You locked me in here last night. He was only helping me to get out.” “I don't remember asking you to reply to me, did I?” he said instead, his eyes finding mine and pinning me where I was on the ground that made me shiver. But then I frowned, getting up from the ground and dusting my clothes. “You don't get to talk to me that way. “ I retorted, frowning at him. His anger vanished and instead, he looked at me amused. He then turned away from me and stared at the guard, raising his brow. The guard immediately ran out of the room, closing the door behind him and I immediately felt self conscious. Seb got on his knee so we could be at eye level and ran his hand through my hair, looking at it as though he was lost in thought before his eyes snapped to mine and pulled away from me. “Get dressed and come down for breakfast.” he said to me, getting up from his kneeling position and walking out of the door. “Wait.” I called out and he paused. “I don't have any extra clothes. You practically dragged me here, remember?” I said, hoping to strike a nerve. He didn't spin around as he spoke. “You'll get clothes and everything you'd need. Maybe wash your hair even. It's dirty.” he said, having the last word and walking away. My mouth was left agape as I stared at his retreating figure as he slammed the door shut. How dare that, that– I got off the ground with a huff and walked back to the bed, sitting with anger as my hand ran through my hair but stopping at a knot that had formed. Maybe I did need to take care of my hair. *** A soft sound sounded on the door as a lady pushed it open without waiting for my response and wheeled in some dresses alongside bags and bags of essentials. A younger girl walked in behind her and helped with the bulk of the load. The lady took one long, sweeping look at me and raised her nose as though she was staring at garbage. What the hell? “I'm Cynthia, the head maid of this house and this is my niece, Eisha. We will be at your service as ordered by the Alpha.” she said, giving a slight bow that didn't last a second as if she was disgusted with herself for doing so. As hurriedly as she came, she left the room with the niece looking cautiously at me, I could see the curious ty swirling in her irises. Placing my hands on my hips, I got to work, arranging the clothes in the drawers and putting everything in its place before picking the clothes for the day and walking into the bathroom to get ready for breakfast like Sebastian had told me to. I might as well accept my fate till I could find a loophole at least. That was the thought that crossed my mind. There was no way I was just going to sit pretty and be the mate of some arrogant man because of his ‘wolf’. As far as I was concerned, that had nothing to do with me. I got ready finally, dressed in some jeans and a basic top and my hair thrown in a loose ponytail. I walked down the stairs, moving across the silent halls till I got to the extremely huge dining hall. The guards outside the door stared at me as I watched the huge doors in awe. Isn't this where they pushed open the doors and announced my presence like they did in the movies? But instead, they ignored my presence and I had to push open the door myself. It was heavy and I struggled, grunt and huffing as I finally did but as I finally did, walking into the room with sweat dripping from my temple, I froze in embarrassment as all eyes were on me, his more piercing than everyone else in the room.Sebastian’s POVThe sound of her voice still lingered in my head, stubborn as hell as she stood on that field with a brace on her leg and children clinging to her like ducklings. And gods help me, she had won. Nothing could compare to the immense joy I felt at that moment when I saw that the children had trusted her enough to stay with her till the end.But now, pacing the edge of the tents, I was seething with anger.Can't she see that she's putting herself in a lot of danger if she doesn't back out now? Nothing would change, she would still be my mate so there's really no need for all of this.She had no idea what she was doing to herself.I shoved open the flap of her tent without warning.She startled, clutching at the blanket wrapped around her shoulders. The little basin of water in front of her steamed faintly, herbs floating in it. She had her brace half-peeled down, exposing her leg.Dark and ugly bruises marred her skin, blooming across her thigh. One especially large one pu
Cassandra’s POVI sat in my bed, staring at my crutches in the other end of the room. Sebastian had ordered that I get braces for my legs instead of hurling around in crutches. The elders said each segment would be like some sort of surprise, so I had no idea what we would be doing. I only knew it would be on the fields so I got myself something sporty. I hadn't seen or spoken to Sebastian in days. It was more like he was pissed at me and ignoring me and I can't lie, I was still angry at him. So the distance between us was widening.I sighed, getting off my bed and pulling my door open before stepping out.—One of the elders stepped forward, his robes swaying in the breeze. His voice carried easily across the field.“For a Luna to be accepted, she must be more than a partner to the Alpha. She must be a guide, a protector, a mother figure to the pack. What better way to test this ability than to see how well she safeguards our children?”Children.My breath hitched as a group of smal
Cassandra’s POVThe hall was suffocating.Every stare was sharp, every whisper like a knife against my skin. I sat as straight as I could on the chair they’d given me, my crutches leaning against its side, my hands locked together to hide their tremble.One of the elders, a tall man with a harsh jawline, took a step forward, his gaze dropping deliberately to my leg. His lip curled.“Tell me, girl,” he began, his voice loud enough to echo across the hall, “if a mere bruise takes you weeks to heal… how will you ever protect this pack as Luna?”A ripple of murmurs followed his words, sharp, cruel.Heat burned in my cheeks, shame wrapping around me like chains.Another elder, an older woman with thin lips, tilted her head. “Humans are fragile. A child could topple her, and she would fall. We saw it in the kitchen.”The words stung more because they were true. My palms still carried the sting of that fall.Laughter trickled in from the sides of the hall.My throat tightened. I wanted to de
Cassandra’s POVThe boy’s eyes welled, his small frame shaking as a loud wail tore out of his chest.“Mommy!” he cried, his little hands balled into fists.The maids stared at him and then back at me, not saying a word. What was wrong with them? From how they were looking at each other, I could tell they were communicating through the mindlink but why wasn't anyone comforting the child?Before I could even sit up, a woman burst in through the doorway, her eyes frantic until they landed on her son. She rushed to him, dropping to her knees.“My boy, what happened?” she asked, cupping his face, scanning his arms and legs.Meanwhile, Jessa bent down quickly, scooping up my crutches and slipping an arm under mine. “Up you go,” she muttered, pulling me upright with surprising strength.My leg screamed in protest, but I ignored it. The maids were still frozen and watching. Fine. Let them watch.I ignored the sting of my palms as I hobbled forward, grabbing two cookies from the cooling rack.
Cassandra’s POVSomeone knocked on my door.I dragged myself up with my crutches, muttering under my breath about whoever dared disturb my lazy morning. But when I pulled it open, an excited scream ripped out of me.“Jessa! What are you doing here?”I nearly toppled over from the force of hugging her, crutches and all, but I didn’t care. She was hereShe laughed, kissing my cheek before stepping back. “Oh my God, I missed you! I couldn't sleep all night when Ryan said he had to come back and this morning he asked why I hadn't gotten my bags ready either. Do you know how hard that was, packing up all my essentials? We got here later than he wanted. I think he hates me.”I laughed through the tears stinging my eyes. “No, he doesn’t. He’s just… Ryan. But I missed you too. So much.”We clung to each other for a moment longer, then she plopped onto my bed like she owned the place. “Okay, spill. You sound way too dramatic on the phone these days. What’s going on with you?”“Nothing much is
Sebastian’s POV“Sebastian,” Elder Harkins began, voice clipped and sharp. “It’s time you act like a true Alpha. You’re—” He paused, glancing at the cluster of Elders as if their presence alone could somehow strengthen his weak point, “—distracting yourself with… trivial matters. Human affairs.”The sheer audacity of them made my blood run cold. Daring to speak of her like she was insignificant. My jaw tightened, the muscles along my neck coiling. Human affairs. As if she was a mere possession to be dismissed, a temporary whim instead of what she was—what she is.“She is not a trivial matter,” I said, my voice low and dangerous. The room quieted slightly, but I could see the condescending glances darting between them. “She is my Luna.”A beat of absolute silence, then the murmurs exploded. I could see the disbelief, the barely concealed smirks, the confusion flashing in their eyes. Luna. My Luna.“She’s… human,” Elder Darron said, voice tight and controlled, forcing the word ou
Cassandra’s POVThe vase cracked against his head with a sickening sound.Seven’s body dropped instantly, limp on the floor.My chest heaved as I stared down at him, the vase still clutched in my shaking hands. For a moment, I couldn’t breathe. I couldn't think. Then instinct kicked in.Run.I jump
SEVENCassandra's POV The next day felt like j was floating on air. Everything felt great. I had classes and although the lecturers were as ahellish as ever, I felt free. I had lunch with Jessa and now, I was heading to the bleachers t watch a football competition go on.I took my seat with my chi
Cassandra's POV Jessa stared at me like I’d grown two heads. “You’re really going on a date?”I grinned, flopping onto the couch with my phone in hand. “Yep. Tonight.”“With who?”“Seven.”Her face scrunched up. “That guy with the weird name you met yesterday? You cannot be serious.”“I’m very ser
Sebastian POVThe council room was stifling.The elders’ voices droned on about rogue sightings along the eastern border. Maps were spread across the table, red markers showing patterns of attacks, arrows pointing to where the scent trails had gone cold.“We can’t ignore it anymore,” An elder said,







