All Chapters of He Chose My Step-Sister and I Chose His Step-father : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Cassia’s POV “....till death do us part, to love and to cherish you forever,” I said to myself, rehearsing my line over and over again, picturing the moment Talon my mate and soon-to-be Alpha of Glowridge pack will say his vows to me and I will say same to him marking me as his mate.I smiled to myself and read the vows silently to myself one last time.I had been waiting for this day my whole life. I had pictured it, imagined it, and planned it in every detail.This beautiful moment was supposed to be the day I would marry my mate, Talon. I couldn't wait to see the joy and admiration in his eyes as he saw me walking up to him and the members of the pack flanking on both sides. We had been best friends since eight then when I turned sixteen he asked me to be his girlfriend. At eighteen when my bullies realized I didn't have my wolf they hated me and treated me like trash. But Talon had told me that it doesn't matter and today I would be his mate and Luna of Glowridge pack.The excit

Cassia’s POVThe birds chirping outside the window were what brought me back to reality. I had a beautiful dream, one I didn’t want to wake from. I threw my hands up in the air and took a whiff of the air. It smelled expensive and regal. Something I wasn’t used to. I ran my hands on the silk sheet the were soft and smooth, like baby’s butt. That’s weird. I gasped. I tried sitting up to take in my environment. But the pain at the base of my skull sent my head back into the pillow. I forced my body back up, and that was when I saw it. My dress sprawled on the floor, rough and rumpled. Just then, fragments of last night came rushing back, scattered and vague. The club. The drinks. The hands, strong, jealous, possessive, running over my body. The deep voice grunting and me moaning, begging him to give me more.I remembered it too vividly, it was the unmistakable consequences of too much alcohol. The lingering feeling engrossed me, refusing to let go. The heat, pleasure, and the loss o

Magnus’s POVThe drive back home was quiet. I caught her staring in my direction a few times. Her face was void of her usual wide smile. And I didn't even know what to say to her that would make sense at the moment.When I had agreed to be in a contract marriage with Cassia, it was solely out of my revenge for my step-son. That unappreciative spoiled brat. Nothing I ever did for him mattered. He fought me every chance he got. I needed a son of my own, and when I saw the second time in the club. I knew it was fate that had brought us together.The passionate one-night stand we shared was the best I’d had in years since being spouseless. She was desperate, yet I saw the fire that burned in her eyes. I just thought I could use that to my advantage. A loveless marriage was the terms of our contract. Give me a son, and then we go our separate ways. But you can already tell that was not the case. I got to know every inch of her body and soul. Cassia became the shining light in my dark li

Cassia’s POV He placed a protective hand on my waist, as he guided me out of my office. In the hallway, the staff glared admirably. I could see the yearning in their eyes. Hear their loud gushes. Magnus was a powerful man and sexy to a fault, of course most women drooled over him. I relished in that satisfaction of knowing that's all they could do—wish he was theirs. Now? I’m not so sure. “I’m driving my car,” I snapped, not wanting to be in the same space with him.“No, you’re not,” It wasn't a command, his voice was low yet it was etched with finality. I didn't want to argue. I rolled my eyes and stepped into his Rolls Royce. For the whole journey I looked out the window. Watching the tall city buildings. Occasionally, I caught him throwing glances my way. I didn't acknowledge it. His phone rang. “The ladies you asked us to arrange for the honey trap are at work.” A voice echoed from the speakers.“Make sure they keep him there,” Magnus responded.Honey trap? Ladies? “Who

Cassia’s POVI studied his face with intent. His brows arched like they were holding down the fort in his mind to keep the secret from breaking out. When I looked into his eyes they were darkened with restraint. Fear and…. something else.His mouth twitched and instantly I knew that whatever left Magnus tongue-tied is a secret he will probably take to the grave. My interest was pique at this point. My heart beating softly as pints of fear crept in. A question kept ringing in my mind, ‘Did I know the man sitting here enough?’ He professes his love on every occasion. Spoils me silly. Protect me like a guardian angel. But what if he was protecting me from himself? What if all this was just so he could go to bed peacefully at night. “You are not saying anything?” I questioned after a while. “You zoned out on me,” I gave a half smile. His hands met my arms, nudging me to stand up. I did. So did he. “Some things are better left unsaid. You will never look at me the same way again if I to