登入Yvette's POV I melted into Cassian as he sealed his lips over mine. The kiss didn't start with the violence of his usual demands. Instead, it was a slow, deliberate exploration—as if he were trying to memorise the texture of my soul through the seam of my lips.He took his time; he kissed me slowly as if savouring every movement. His tongue teased mine in a steady rhythm… His right hand stayed on the side of my face holding me in place. I kissed him back with equal intensity, holding onto his shoulders to steady myself. I felt like I was unravelling, piece by piece, and he was the only thing holding me together.The warmth of his mouth and the way his chest rose beneath mine – it was all too much… too good. Then his phone rang. Cassian groaned into my mouth, pulling away with a frustrated sigh and picking up his phone, swiping it to answer. He placed the phone to his ear, his gaze holding me in place. "Speak," he said into the phone, voice low and controlled. I didn't hear wh
Author's POV James didn't answer immediately. He kept staring at Isabelle, his gaze searching… like he was revisiting a memory… and trying to match it to what stood in front of him now.Then he smiled—an easygoing, harmless smile."You really don't remember?" he asked her, his tone polite… "We seem to have met before." He caught the panic in her eyes that she tried to hide. How her eyelids twitched and became even more certain. There was no mistake. The face, the voice… even the hesitation.… So why was she lying about her identity? Why was she pretending to be another person? She had already given herself away in the hallway when Randy introduced them. Randy introduced him as Young Master James, but she had called him Mr Anderson. With such poor acting skills, how can she pull it off? He wouldn't be worried if it were someone else she was deceiving… but it was Cassian. Cassian Knight. Does she know what Cassian does to people who lie to him? People who betray him?"I think you
"Isabelle?" He called out, his gaze softening. If I hadn't seen it myself, I'd have thought I had been hallucinating."Come here," he added. He tilted his head at the man he was speaking to. "Leave us, Alex." The man—Alex—left us, the door clicking shut behind me. For a moment, no one spoke; we just stared at each other. Cassian sat propped up against the hospital bed, a faint line of dried blood still visible near his temple even though he looked completely fine. A monitor beeped steadily beside him, but it did nothing to soften the atmosphere. If anything, it made it worse. Because he didn't look like a patient. He looked like a man interrupted. His blue eyes locked onto mine, intense and unreadable. He extended his left arm toward me. "Come here, Isabelle." I hesitated for half a second before I finally took a step forward. Then another, stopping a few feet from the bed."They said you had an accident…" I said softly, the words leaving me before I could stop them. Cassian d
Yvette's POV On my way to the hospital, numerous questions kept running through my mind.Who did this?Was his condition serious?Is Cassian all right?I literally jumped out of the car the moment it stopped in the hospital's parking lot.After I hung up in a panic, I tried calling Randy again to ask for the location and ward number, but my calls kept going to voicemail."The Knights only go to one hospital, Premier Care Hospital; it's a hospital under Knight Corporations. Cassian should be admitted there," Joel had said when I told him and Estelle what happened.They were shocked to say the least. I mean, it's Cassian Knight we're talking about.It's obvious he has many enemies due to his social standing, but for someone to be brazen enough to actually go through with it?It was something else entirely.I made my way to the reception desk when I heard Eric, the driver who had brought me here under Joel's instructions, shutting the door, followed by his hurried footsteps behind me."
I stayed there… on the floor. My back pressed against the wood.The diary clutched tightly against my chest like it could shield me from everything that had just happened.My eyes stung. My lungs burned… Even breathing hurts. I dragged in a breath… Then another…again. It still didn't work. It still didn't ease the tightness in my chest. Ryan's voice kept echoing in my head."You're mine. Just like she was."My fingers tightened around the leather cover until it hurt."No…" I whispered under my breath, shaking my head. "I'm not her."The words felt hollow.Because right now… I wasn't sure who I was. How did it become like this? How did my life turn out this way? My eyes lifted slowly, scanning my room… The pink walls, the four-post bed draped in princess pink silk, and the walk-in closet filled with clothes I didn't even recognise. Clothes I didn't really own. Did I even belong here? In this room, in this world? The silence pressed in… Heavy and unforgiving.My thoughts started
Shit. I took a step back instinctively. One second, I was in front of the wardrobe door; the next second, I stepped into the shadows beside the wardrobe. My back hit the wall, my hand coming up to cover my mouth. The door handle turned again, and I stopped breathing. Ryan stepped inside. I could see him from where I stood, hidden in the narrow space between the wardrobe and the wall. He walked in slowly and paused.My breath stuttered.He knew something was wrong. My pulse roared in my ears, and I couldn't breathe.Ryan's gaze swept the room. The desk. The bed. The floor. And then his gaze stopped on the open panel. My stomach dropped. He stepped toward it, each step measured, his movements deliberate. He stopped, staring at the empty space where the diary had been. Then he let out a slow exhale, his eyes narrowing. I could tell right then that he had figured it out. He knew it was me. And that made it worse. Cold sweat trickled down my spine, my heart drumming so lou
The silence in the room was deafening. I could feel my pulse thundering in my throat. I looked at Ryan, silently glaring at him to leave us alone. Why was he even stalling? Ryan finally relented, though his expression was one of pure venom. He grabbed Roxanne's arm. "Come on, Roxy. His Majesty w
"Are you ready?" Estelle asked softly beside me.I inhaled slowly, steadying my breath, and lifted my chin. "Yes," I whispered.The doors swung open, and every voice below seemed to fade as I took my first step down the staircase. One step… Then another. Their eyes turned, their conversations pa
Three days later… Throughout the night and up until this morning, I found that I couldn't sleep. I didn't know if it was the knowledge that I'm officially Isabelle Quinn or the fact that I'd be meeting Cassian Knight, the mad Lycan king, today that kept me awake, but sleep was far away from me.
“So, tell me. What do you want in return?” Alpha Joel’s question hung in the air like a sharpened blade, cold and ready to strike. He wasn’t looking at me with pity anymore. He was looking at me like an Alpha assessing a deal. In the werewolf world, a debt without a price was a trap, and







