บททั้งหมดของ Silent Howls: บทที่ 101 - บทที่ 110

Liora’s P.O.V.“Cassian, I know you are in there!”Just as I thought that my day couldn’t be any better, our door banged nonstop in the afternoon. Beta Damon knocked repeatedly.“Don’t you dare think I would go back if you just stay silent. I have checked everywhere.So, I am sure you are here with Liora.”Cassian frowned, his face darkening with annoyance. He pulled me closer and growled loudly.“Sod off, Damon. I am busy.”Despite Cassian’s Alpha command, Damon wasn’t ready to back away. He remained silent for a while and then resumed the knocking again.“You are busy? Oh, come on, Cassian. Having a mate isn’t a national emergency!”The tinge of frustration in Damon’s tone made me laugh. I chuckled lightly.“It seems he is calling you for some important work, Cassian.”Raising my eyes, I gazed at my loving mate’s countenance and said,“At least, let him explain why he is disturbing us.”Cassian’s eyes softened at my request. He sighed.“Fine, little fawn.”Then he turned towards th

Liora’s P.O.V.I was back in my room, gawking at the folder blankly.The cards.Sleek. Black. Gold-edged. Powerful little things that felt far heavier than their weight. I turned them over one by one, as if they might suddenly explain Cassian’s strange behavior if I stared long enough.But my mind went blank.No matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t connect the dots. His sudden curiosity about polygamy, the way he’d brushed it off, then immediately pushed me toward going out, spending money, acting like everything was… normal.It didn’t make any sense!I wanted to ask him about it. The goddess knew I had. But before I could form the words, the council's call diverted Cassian’s attention, urgent enough to snap our meeting short. And just like that, I came back to my room with cards in my hand and a thousand unanswered questions spinning in my head.I moved to the window and sat beside it, pulling my knees close as the sun slowly dipped toward the horizon. The sky burned gold and amber,

Liora’s P.O.V. “What? Damon is getting married?” I stiffened as the words slammed into me harder than any blow. Pulling away instinctively, I gawked at Cassian, my hands curling into fists by my sides. “You were hiding Damon’s wedding?” My voice came out hoarse, almost unrecognizable. “Why?” Cassian’s jaw tightened. He looked composed, but unease flickered in his eyes. He sighed. “I know the importance of Stacy in your life,” he said quietly. “I know you would be hurt if you learned about it like this.” He paused for a moment, struggle evident on his face. He then added, “Marriage and relationship are Damon and Stacy’s personal matters. I couldn’t interfere in it.” For a long moment, I just stared at him blankly, my mind trying to catch up with his reasoning. Then, a hollow laugh escaped my lips. “Not interfere?” I repeated. “Cassian, this isn’t some distant court noble we are talking about. This is Stacy. My Stacy!” My chest tightened painfully as her smiling face flas

Cassian’s P.O.V. I finally made it to my office after a nerve-wracking wait of three long hours. Three hours that felt like three lifetimes. Alpha Enzo had acted swiftly and sent Carla on a private jet the moment he heard Liora’s condition. For that, I was grateful. But gratitude did nothing to dull the image burned into my mind. Even though Liora smiled for my sake, I felt her suffering as if it were my own. Her chest ached like it was being stabbed again and again, each wound fresh, each strike cruelly salted. The mate-bond made me aware of every tremor, every sharp hitch of pain she tried so desperately to hide. My fingers clenched into fists as I stood behind my desk, the towering walls of the office feeling unbearably small. The room smelled of ink, paper, and cold stone. Nothing like her... Warg growled inside me, restless and furious. “We should have stayed with Little Fawn. Work can go to hell.” I exhaled slowly, dragging my hand down my face. “I want to be with her

Liora’s P.O.V. The vampire issue haunted me long after the palace fell silent. I lay awake, staring at the white ceiling, replaying Cassian’s words again and again. “A traitor inside the pack.” Every shadow felt suspicious, every sound too loud. Even when sleep finally claimed me, it was shallow and restless. And when dawn arrived, the fear came with it. It was the first thing on my mind when I opened my eyes. At breakfast, Cassian sat across from me, his presence heavy and distant. The man who never looked away from the big breakfast barely touched his eggs. His jaw was tight, his gaze unfocused, as if he were already fighting battles no one else could see. Then he stood abruptly, pushing his chair back. “I have work.” Panic fluttered in my chest. Before he could take another step, I gathered every shred of courage I had. “Cassian…” My fingers twisted together under the table as I forced the words out. “Will you… will you please consider taking magical assistance?” The