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Chapter 41 Cass As the silence around us stretches on, with everyone kneeling and looking stunned, I shift. Colt and Ezra shift too when I do. They’re both panting, both looking hurt. My attention locks on Ezra. “You…you were going to forcibly mark me? That was your bright plan?” He looks up at me and starts to get up, along with everyone else. “If I mark you, you’ll feel the mate bond much stronger. It was my only shot! You are my mate! Not his! This is bullshit and you know it! You’re supposed to be with me!” “You don’t deserve her!” Colt shouts. “Not after what you’ve done!” “You shut the fuck up! You’re my brother! You’re not supposed to try and take my woman! You had your own mate and she left you! So shut the fuck up!” Colt doesn’t quiet down just because Ezra tells him to. “And you didn’t want her until she wasn’t yours anymore! What kind of logic is that?! If you wanted her so badly, then you should’ve taken care of her and treated her right! She deserves better than y

Chapter 43 Cass Colt moves away from my lips and stares down at me. “This is how I want you. Trapped under me so that I can pleasure you all night long in any way I like.” “Mm, sounds perfect to me,” I whisper. I feel like I’m under his control like this, and I like it. I enjoyed having all the control when he was cuffed to the bed, but I love it even more when he’s the one in charge. He leans down and kisses me, drifting to my neck where he lingers. I’m much more aware of his touch now. Every time his lips are on me, my skin heats up, and shivers run through me. My core and body yearn for him. He lifts and looks down toward his crotch. Unzipping his pants, he lets his cock out, resting on top of my clothed core. Colt smiles as he strokes himself. “He’s happy to see you.” I laugh. “And I’m happy to see him too.” He smiles, biting his bottom lip, and starts rubbing himself against me. My hand goes under his shirt and up his chest, feeling his muscles. His hand slips i

Chapter 45 Cass A guard suddenly runs through the door, almost taking it off its hinges. “Alpha! Our rogues!" “Our Rogues?” I ask. “The rogues that work for me. They watch the borders for our pack in exchange for food and money.” Warrick starts walking out. “Let’s see what they’ve found.” We all rush out to the front of the house and see warriors running toward the forest, meeting up with—who I can only assume—are the rogues. “Alpha Warrick!” The rogue leader named Crow, the one I remember from the festival, rushes toward us with two other rogues behind him. They carry bodies and drop them in front of us. Warrick looks back at Colt. “Are these men from your pack?” Colt looks at them, and he and I both nod. I recognize them too. “There are more of them!” a warrior shouts, running out of the forest. “We caught a few others at the border!” another says. “Finally. This is what we were waiting for, right? Ezra made a move,” I say. Colt and I run after the men and wait at the ed

Chapter 47Cass “What do you mean a witch?” I ask. If the situation weren’t so serious, I’d think this was a joke. “A witch. Well, I mean, that’s what Ezra called her,” Miles explains. “She smelled human, but also like something else. She smelled really sweet. Overbearingly even. It reminded me of that flower, the one Mom had in a pot when we were kids, in the corner of her room.” “The bearded iris,” Colt replies, and Miles nods. “Hm…Mom used to say it was related to witches. I always thought it was just superstition.” Warrick nods. “Witches. They’re rare, but as real as you and me. They’re humans born with a natural ability to do magic. Our kind and witches don’t get along well.” He walks through the room, thoughtful. “They used to hunt us for what our bodies could offer to make their spells and potions stronger. They’re not friends to any supernatural creature. They see us all as harvest. What a fool your brother is. The witch wouldn’t have helped him unless he offered somethin

Chapter 49Cass The assassin comes back for me, and it’s obvious I’m his target. I don’t have time to worry about anyone else; fighting erupts around Warrick, and chaos breaks out near Colt’s side of the table. He lunges again, and I catch another one trying to reach me too, but Victor and Serge cut him off before he gets close. I dodge the first assassin’s strike, deflect his knife, and land a punch across his jaw. He stumbles but recovers fast. I back up, hit a table, and my hand closes around a vase. Instinct takes over. I smash it over his head. He reels, and I drive a kick into his stomach. The man doubles over, and I bring my knee up hard into his face. He drops, clutching his nose, just as Victor steps in and kicks him again, knocking him out cold. I take a breath and scan the room. Colt’s fine. My father’s fine. We were the targets. “Are you okay!?” Colt calls from across the table. I can see how badly he wants to leap over it and come to me, but he doesn’t. Realizing how