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Chapter 113: Aurielle DuVall

I sent Cassiel a text first, letting him know I was fine and that I just needed to rest before the long drive tomorrow. My fingers hovered over the screen for a second, then I added a quick “Thank you for today” before hitting send.His reply came almost instantly.Cassiel: Of course. Sleep well, Aurielle. Call me if you need anything, okay?A small smile tugged at my lips. He didn’t push, didn’t ask questions, didn’t try to keep me talking. He respected my space, even though I could feel how much he cared. It was... comforting.The man knew how to show how he felt without being too much, or too distant. After facing harshness for years, it’s nice to meet someone emotionally mature and stable.I didn’t respond to Matthias. I didn’t want to. But I wasn’t naive. I knew him too well, blocking one number wouldn’t stop him. He’d just get a new one. Or ten. I’d spend the next few weeks dodging calls and texts from every random number under the sun.So instead, I saved the number.I opened t

Chapter 114: Cassiel Aldric

Cassiel AldricAurielle had fallen back asleep, her breathing slow and steady now, soft like the whisper of silk brushing against skin. Her face had relaxed, the tension in her brows fading as the medication took hold. I sat beside her bed and brushed my knuckles gently against her arm, needing the touch just to confirm she was still here. Still with me.She looked peaceful—but I knew better.She wasn’t okay.Not even close. I hadn’t gone into details because I didn’t want her stressed, but it was bad.The nurse had handed me a folder, her eyes hesitant, words measured. I had read the medical notes from the attending physician three times now, but each time I finished, I had to grip the chair tighter to keep from putting my fist through a wall.The abortifacient she’d been forced to ingest a month ago—the one that tore her unborn child from her womb—had left its mark in a different way this time. The doctors had already told us that there would be a permanent strain in her body. That

Chapter 115: Aurielle DuVall

Aurielle DuVallI woke up several minutes later, groggy and floating in that strange space between sleep and waking. My body felt boneless and heavy, making movement feel like dragging myself through quicksand. But oddly, there was no pain, not in my head or limbs, just lingering fatigue that clung to me like wet fabric.Cassiel was sitting beside the bed when I blinked up at him. He looked relieved.“You’re awake,” he said gently, brushing a piece of hair from my face.He proceeded to fill me in with the information the nurses had shared—none of it good, but he delivered it with care, filtering the worst of it so it wouldn’t break me. I was too tired to ask questions, too worn to press him, so I let the words wash over me like static noise.“You stay put,” he said firmly. “I’ll go settle the damages with the hotel, pack your things, and bring the car around. I’ve already arranged for someone to pick up your car later.”I nodded faintly, offering no argument. His tone wasn’t commandin

Chapter 117: Aurielle DuVall

Aurielle DuVallI slept the entire car ride.Not the shallow kind of sleep you slip into when you’re half-aware of your surroundings—no. This was deep, warm, and undisturbed. The kind of rest that comes only when your body finally trusts that it’s safe. That someone else is watching over you.Cassiel drove us from Moonveil to his own pack lands, hours away, and I didn’t stir once. Not when the roads curved. Not when the sun dipped lower. Not even when the engine finally went quiet and the car came to a stop.That’s just what it’s like around this man.Cassiel is the eye of the storm. Everything else might be chaos, but with him—I can breathe.I thought he’d wake me when we arrived. Maybe brush a knuckle along my jaw or whisper gently for me to open my eyes. But I never felt it. I never felt the transition from car to house to bed.I simply… woke up.The bed was warm. The sheets smelled like cedarwood and clean linen, and the pillow under my head held the faintest trace of his cologne.

Chapter 116: Matthias Crowe

Matthias CroweAurielle is stubborn. There’s no other way to put it.Hanging up on me again? Seriously?What am I supposed to do with that?I’m trying here. I’m trying to be nice. Trying to make amends. And no, I’m not stupid, I know that saying sorry won’t undo everything. I know I messed up. I know the past between us is ugly and raw and probably still bleeding for her. But damn it, I’m showing up. I’m trying. Doesn’t that count for something?For someone who once claimed to love me, shouldn’t she want to at least try to fix things, too? Shouldn’t there be a part of her, even a small one, that wants me back? Even as just a friend?Who falls out of love that fast?The second the thought crossed my mind, I cringed at my own hypocrisy.I fell out of love with Nerissa just as fast. Hell, mine didn’t even take weeks, it happened overnight. The day Aurielle was sent to the hospital and I had to watch another man hold and care for her, my wolf switched feelings fast. So why was I bitter th

Chapter 118: Cassiel Aldric

Cassiel AldricSometimes when life gives you lemons, you make wine.Ridiculous, yes, and it’s not a true saying. But it explains what I’m doing. I was offered a small opportunity to get closer to Aurielle, and I’m jumping steps. I could almost laugh, am I not the patient alpha?I could’ve just packed a few things, her meds, a change of clothes, the basics. That would’ve been the reasonable thing to do. But I didn’t.I brought almost everything.Half her wardrobe, her favorite items, the candle she likes to burn when she’s anxious, her hair bands, which she lost a lot of, her vitamin supplements, even her beat-up favorite novel with the bent spine and dog-eared corners. Three damn bags of her stuff. For someone supposedly just staying the night or two, it looked like she was moving in.And yeah, maybe I’m getting ahead of myself. But when there’s a will, there’s a way, or whatever that cheesy saying is.Truthfully, I hated the reason behind all this. I wasn’t happy about the situation,

Chapter 119: Aurielle DuVall

Aurielle DuVallCassiel is a good host. Maybe too good, if I’m being honest. He’s overbearing—but not in a way that feels stifling. It’s… weird. The man’s everywhere, and I don’t mean that lightly. One time, I bumped into a wall, just a light shoulder graze, and I swear he materialized out of nowhere like some kind of overprotective spirit guardian.I’ve been staying at his place for two days now, and he’s practically transformed into my full-time caretaker. He’s started working from home too, only stepping out for council meetings and high-level affairs he couldn’t reschedule or delegate. Aside from that, he’s been by my side, orbiting me like I’m the only thing in his solar system.It is romantic, and something I’m getting used to. I thought he was great as a friend, but now I think he’s just amazing.He cooks every single meal himself. Real food. Not just scrambled eggs and toast, though he does make killer scrambled eggs, but elaborate dishes with seasoning and sauces and vegetabl

Chapter 120: Aurielle DuVall

Aurielle DuVallI slid my phone into my back pocket and stepped back into the house, quietly opening and closing the door behind me. The weight in my chest hadn’t eased. Cassiel still hadn’t moved from where he stood, his hand dripping red, his expression unreadable.I held up a hand, silently telling him to stay put. His instincts were always to move toward me, to take charge, to handle things, but this time, I needed him still. I turned and rushed into the kitchen, grabbing the nearest towel before hurrying back to him.But by the time I got there, it was unnecessary.His wound had already healed, his supernatural physiology doing what it was made to do, though the blood still clung to his skin in streaks. His hand was clenched tightly around his phone, knuckles pale.Still, I moved toward him with the towel, reaching for his hand to clean away the blood.Cassiel blinked rapidly, as if coming back into himself. He pulled the phone away abruptly, eyes clearing. “Sorry about that,” he

Chapter 121: Cassiel Aldric

Cassiel AldricThere’s a lot about me the public doesn’t know, and probably wouldn’t understand if they did. My life and choices are complicated. People say they love me. They cheer when I speak, respect my position, and praise the prosperity of my pack. But beneath all that admiration… there’s fear. And I’ve earned it. Call it wicked for me to proudly say I’ve earned fear, but that’s just the hard truth about things I’ve done. I’m not the benevolent, smiling leader they imagine. I don’t offer help without calculating the benefit. Every favor, alliance, and resource I provide comes with a cost. I don’t hand out kindness for free. I’m selective. Precise. While it’s draining at times to be needed, I still end up benefiting from each kind act I offer to each of them. Because that’s how you survive in a region full of competing alphas who would tear each other apart if given the chance. I didn’t rise to leadership by chance. I studied every pack around me, finding their weaknesses, sh

Chapter 122: Aurielle DuVall

Aurielle DuVallAfter the whole mess with his brother, who, by the way, was still MIA, Cassiel bounced back by the very next day like nothing had happened. But I could tell it wasn't effortless. He buried himself in responsibility, slipping back into that composed, hyper-functional mode of his. With his brother gone, someone had to pick up the slack. And that someone, of course, was Cassiel.It meant he was leaving the house more often, making trips to the pack’s business sectors, and attending council meetings later than he used to. I hadn’t even known he had several schedules prepared in case this happened. I’d catch glimpses of him coming and going, pressed suit jackets, steady footsteps, barely a word except a kiss on my forehead and a reminder to eat. He didn’t complain. He didn’t sigh. He just… moved.It was like he was comfortable being a workaholic, but it also reminded me of why his house seemed so soulless. He was rarely in it. That’s the thing about Cassiel, he’s a quiet s

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