The Beginning of the end

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I thought I was done with the characters in my head, but their voices were too loud for me to ignore. Years have passed; Cassian and Sasha are parents to two beautiful daughters and three sons.

Cassian is an overprotective father who will do anything to protect his daughter, but when his past catches up with them, his daughter is the one paying the price for the mistakes he made over twenty years ago.

The story follows Sasha and Cassian’s second daughter.

She loathes him because of the crime he committed against her family. For two years, she has trained to avenge her uncle. When the man she believes killed the only man who understood her proposes to her, she tries to kill him with witnesses around, but Orion loves a challenge. So what does he do? He marks her against her will, even though he hates her and her family.

What starts as hatred sparks something dangerous. He will do anything to protect her, but her? She will do anything to see him buried six feet under, but he spends most of the nights buried between her legs.

Savannah

I don’t know why my father decided I had to accompany him and his wife to this summit. I’m not his heir, nor am I his favorite daughter. But when Cassian Whitehorn speaks, you listen. He never listens to reason unless his wife has him wrapped around her little finger.

I glance over my shoulder to look at them. My father is cuddling his wife, who fell asleep about ten miles back. She has her arms wrapped around him, and he keeps soothing her like a child.

Sometimes I look at my parents and wonder how they’re able to still be in love after twenty years of marriage. Sometimes I’m left in awe when I see how they treat each other like teenagers.

‘What’s on your mind?’ My father asks me through the link as I shift my attention back to the road.

‘I hear he is going to be there,’ I start, my voice calm and even.

‘Yes.’ He replies.

That’s the most you can get from my father. He never gives me more than two words in a sentence. He doesn’t know that conversations are between two people. I miss Uncle Lucius. At least he would have listened to my opinion.

My mother moans, shifting in his arms, and he whispers something to her, kissing her temple.

“Uncle Isaiah called,” I say.

My father sighs heavily; you can even hear the frustration in his voice even before I say anything. “We’ve been through this, Savannah.”

I shot back. “I know, but this is good for me. You told me I could stay there once I was eighteen. And—”

“My answer is no.”

“Dad!”

“No. I stand by my decision. Once you find your mate, you will marry him and settle down. That’s final,” he said in that alpha tone that sends most of his people cowering, but not me.

Which I think he probably hates, apart from my mother, I’m the other person whose alpha tone doesn’t work on me. I see it in his eyes, like right now, that he is furious I’m not cowering.

“What’s going on, you two?” My mother asks, her voice low and raspy. She tries to move from my father’s arms, but he just shifts his hold.

“Are you arguing about her training again?” My mother, turning to me.

“I was just telling her she can’t live with Isaiah,” my father says as I clench my jaw tight.

“And why’s that? So, I can be Aurora’s maid?”

“You’re not your sister’s maid!” My father growls, and I burst out laughing. “Really? Because it feels like I’m one.” I snap back.

“You know Aurora needs you,” my mother is the one to respond, while my father is growling and glaring at me.

“Bullshit!”

“Savannah Whitehorn. Better watch that mouth of yours when you’re speaking to your father.” She growls, sitting straight, getting off my father’s lap. Sasha Whitehorn, my mother, might be a small little thing, but when she speaks, you can’t help but listen.

She has this thing about her that I can never put together.

“I just—”

She cuts in. “Enough of this. You will do as you’re told. Are we clear?” she asks. My eyes are on my father, glaring at him. He doesn’t blink but just stares at me.

“Savi?”

“Fine!” I huff, turning away from them. Blinking back my tears.

“Now apologize to your papa,” she says as I scoff. I’m not apologizing to the man who wishes to control my life.

“Savannah?” My mother’s voice.

“Fine. I apologize for the disrespect, Alpha King.” I curtly bow my head. My father doesn’t respond but just stares at me before looking away.

“Happy, Luna Sasha?” I raise a brow, and she scoffs, but I don’t give her time to respond because we’re already at the drop-off point.

“We get out of the car together.” My mother says Before I can open the door. The Alpha King gets out of the car first, walking to the other side where my mother is, and takes her hand while Terrence holds the door for me.

“Alpha King Cassian. Luna Queen,” the elderly man greets my father, who has his arm on the small of my mother.

“Alpha Aidan. It’s been a long time,” my father says, a smile on his lips. I stare at the man, who should be my uncle, but I have never met him before, thanks to my father’s strict rules.

“This is our daughter, Savannah,” my father says, placing a hand on my back. I bow to the man who smiles weakly at me.

“She looks so much like you,” he says to my father, and I almost want to roll my eyes. I look nothing like this man.

“See, I told you.” My mother is the one to say to my father, who growls.

“Please come on in.” He gestures for us to follow him in. I sigh heavily, looking around the area, trying to spot cameras and security. If I’m going to do what I planned, then I definitely need to know where everything is.

“I’m sorry about the death of your cousin. He was a good man,” the man says to my father, and my heart suddenly thunders.

Uncle Lucius.

I think back to the day we received the news two years ago that he was murdered while on vacation with Aunt Katrin but some rogue alpha. Tears prick my eyes as I look away. It’s a good thing my father brought me

“They were good people,” he adds.

Yes, they were. And someone thought it was better to kill them. But I’m going to avenge them. Tonight.

As we keep on walking, I can’t help but feel like someone is watching me. Just before I get in the building, I stop in my tracks, my eyes drifting around the lawn and trees.

“Savi?” My mother called, and I smiled weakly, catching up with them. As we walk into the great hallway, Alpha Aidan keeps telling my father about what to expect.

“I really hope these talks will bring Alpha Orion to the table. It’s important,” Alpha Aidan says. My heart thunders, hands getting sweaty.

Alpha Orion? I blink back, looking at my father. How can he want to have peace talks with a man who killed his brother?

‘We don’t know that for sure,’ my wolf Orla says. But I ignore her. Most people don’t believe me, including my wolf, but I know he is the man behind the recent attacks. No one knows his face because he hides behind a mask.

**

Once I settle in, I take a quick shower, then plan my next steps. Four hours ago, my father asked me to join them for dinner, which is his way of apologizing, probably his wife’s idea, but I declined, saying I wasn’t feeling too well.

I checked the time. It’s twenty-eight minutes past midnight. I pull on my leather pants and a t-shirt with a hooded jacket, all in my favorite color, black.

I grab my blades and sheath them on my thighs. My father might not want me to be training like other people, but I hate to disappoint him because I’m already the thing he is scared I might become.

I open the window, my eyes drifting around the area. When I’m sure there’s no one watching, I get over the rail of the balcony, then push myself down. When my hands grab the edge, I swing my body in full force, landing on the balcony on the lower level.

I steady my breath, landing on my toes and fingers. I do the same thing until I find myself on the ground level. I take a deep breath, crouching behind the flowers, then slowly make my way behind the flowers to the blind spot of the camera.

Once I’m clear, I use the blind spots to cover me. I start making my way using the back door. From the recent drawings and information I have, the back doesn’t have cameras.

Sorry daddy. But the peace talks you came for are going to shit. Alpha Orion needs to die, and I will stand over his body as he takes his last breath.