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I held onto him until his breathing evened out, until the tremor left his hands and the pack's cries blended into the background. When the first of our wolves reached the clearing, Mason, Nicole, Kira, and a swarm of others, everything snapped into motion. "Secure them," Cassian barked, his voice gravel-rough. He pushed me gently behind him as the others fanned out, and even half-broken and angry, he was Alpha: precise, unyielding, efficient. His hand lingered on my arm for a second longer than necessary, his thumb brushing my skin, an unspoken check that I was still there. I watched, numb, as Mason and two others moved like shadows through the trees and came back with three rogues already crumpled. They'd been efficient. Decisive. One of the rogues lay very still, and I knew without looking that he would not be moved again. The knowledge made a hard, cold stone settle beneath my ribs. We had wolves on both sides of the line. We fought to live. We fought to survive. They tied the s

Cassian's POVThe smell of antiseptic burned my nostrils as I paced the infirmary waiting room. The walls were too white, the lights too bright, and every second that passed without news from the healer made me want to tear something apart. My hands wouldn't stay still, fists clenching, unclenching. My wolf prowled beneath my skin, claws scraping against my ribs, demanding to be let loose.Talia had passed out on the way back, her body weak, her skin cold. I could still see her blood on my hands, the faint tremor of her lashes before she went completely still. Every time I blinked, I saw her eyes rolling back, her head lolling against me. I could still hear the uneven sound of her breathing, each one a reminder that she was in pain. I hadn't felt that kind of fear in years. They'd beaten her badly. Those damned bastards had put their hands on my mate, they'd hurt her. The thought of it made my wolf rage. My jaw ached from how tightly I was clenching it, and the air around me hummed w

My eyes fluttered open at the sound of the door clicking softly.Cassian stood there, his eyes locked on me. His hair was messy, his clothes still bloodstained from the fight, and his shoulders looked heavier somehow, as if the weight of everything that had happened had settled there. Yet somehow, even exhausted and bruised, he still managed to steal my breath."Cassian," I breathed, my throat dry, my voice barely audible."Hey." He crossed the room in a few quick strides and crouched beside my bed. The way his hand slid behind my back to steady me as I tried to sit up was so gentle, so careful, like I was made of glass. His touch was warm."You shouldn't be moving yet," he murmured, adjusting the pillow behind me. His knuckles brushed the side of my neck as he pulled the blanket higher, his fingers lingering a second too long before he caught himself and drew away. "You're still weak."I tried to smile. "You sound like the healer.""I sound like someone who is worried about his mate,

I swallowed. The word felt heavy, too heavy. But not in a bad way. "So the suite at the pack house wasn't your space?" "It wasn't as intimate as this," Goddess. What was he trying to do? Where did all this softness come from? I bit my lip in an effort to stop the blush creeping up my neck. The action drew his attention. His gaze dropped to my lips and then back up to my eyes. I bit it again.He groaned, pulling his hand from my neck and taking a step back. "Stop doing that, Talia," "Why?" I whispered. "Because," he leaned in, gripping my hips and pulling me closer to the edge of the bed. His hands settled on both my sides, caging me. "It makes me want to forget your condition and fuck you till all you can think about is me... fucking you," I clenched my thighs instinctively, trying to stop the wetness starting to pool there, but it seemed to only make it worse. "Cassian..." I whimpered. “Shhh, baby," he dropped his face in my neck, trailing feather kisses. "Don't say my name l

The garden was quiet except for the soft rustle of leaves and the crunch of gravel beneath our boots. Moonlight spilled across the path, painting everything in shades of silver. The air smelled faintly of blooming jasmine and of him.After a minute of back and forth, Cassian had finally agreed to let me take a walk despite my "still recovering phase". Now, Cassian walked beside me in silence, his hands tucked into his pockets, shoulders tense. It was peaceful, yes, but the quiet felt heavy, as if the night itself were holding its breath."Are you mad at me?" I finally asked, breaking the silence that had been gnawing at me.He turned his head slightly, frowning. "No. Why would I be?""I ruined dinner.""You didn't." His voice was steady, low, almost soothing."Do you agree with me then? That she's suspicious?"He sighed, gaze drifting towards the distant treetops. "Can we not talk about that? I don't want to discuss politics right now.""Then what do you want to discuss?"He glanced a