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“It was a setup.” As he spoke, the laptop screen flickered to life. A face appeared, smiling out at us from the webcam’s glow. It was Cassian. He was sitting in a comfortable leather chair, a glass of whiskey in his hand. He wasn't at the pier. He was somewhere else. Somewhere comfortable. He looked directly into the camera, his eyes seeming to bore into mine.

I whispered, my voice trembling. ​I tried to squirm, but it was like trying to move a mountain. Noah didn't even flinch. His winter-storm eyes remained fixed on mine, searching my face with an intensity that made my skin prickle. ​"You're shaking, little Omega," the other one said. ​I looked over Noah's shoulder. Cassian was leaning against a charred tree trunk, looking at the destruction of my home as if it were a bored piece of art. He was a mirror image of Noah, but while Noah was a silent storm, Cassian was a forest fire. He looked messy, dangerous, and entirely too amused by my terror.

Afternoons spent reading. Sometimes riding with Damien. Sometimes walking through the gardens. Sometimes doing absolutely nothing. And I like it. More than I should. One morning, I find Cassian stealing fruit from the breakfast table. I stare at him. 'Did you just take that?' I ask, accusingly playful. He looks at the apple in his hand. 'Take what?' he asks, feigning ignorance. I point. 'That.' He smiles. 'This?' he repeats. 'Yes.' 'It was abandoned,' he says, matter-of-factly.

Cassius AKA Caz My twin brother and I just turned 22. As soon as we turned 19, Tristan found his mate, Trinity Henley, the alphas' daughter. I'm still waiting, but I'm not in a hurry. I like my solitude. I love to read and expand my knowledge. My brother is always teasing me about being a book nerd, but our moms love it. They get excited to buy me new books. I'll read anything, but my favorite books are full of mystery, action, and adventure.

"What do you think about the movie" Flashback "I'll never run out. So its After you picked" I said dropping the blankets "Yup. The name sounds interesting" "Yeah because the book is" "After has a book" "More like the book has a movie" "How" "Its a book on Wattpad and that book is a bomb" "Really" "One of my absolute best" I said and smiled. End of flashback "Its a really good one. One of my absolute best even" I said summing up every other thing I would have said.

"Cassian, I'm not your accessory, and I'm definitely not your property. I don't care what you think. As far as I'm concerned, you're just a rotting memory." Her defiance only made him spiral further. He grabbed her wrist, dragging her toward him with a rough, frantic energy. He was vibrating with an anxiety so intense he looked like he might shift right there on the sidewalk. "Elias is a shark!" Cassian growled, his voice distorted by the discovery of a rival. "He's older, he's been mated, he has a son—you've barely met the guy! He drops thirty million on a dress and you don't see his angle?"

In fact, he looked deeply interested. He reached into his leather bag and pulled out a small, beautifully bound leather book with faded gold writing. "I noticed you were spending a lot of time in the library yesterday, Elara," Cassian said, his voice dropping into that smooth, charming tone he used whenever he wanted to trick someone. "I happen to have a rare copy of the early pack history in my personal collection. It discusses the old boundary laws in detail. I thought a mind like yours might appreciate it."

Cassian's POV It was all futile, I'd combed the entire country in search of Esme Ames To no avail. The secretary had gone to her step-sister, and the cheating boyfriend, but they weren't able to provide any information on her whereabouts. The secretary had reported to me the rude reception he was given by them both. " Have their details sent to me, have both of them fired from wherever they work, and let them learn the hard way, ban any company from hiring them," I said and went back to being disorganized.

"My name is Caspian Clarence." "No," I said, stepping in front of him again. I can hear my voice trembling. "I don’t care what name you go by now, I know who you are. You are Mason Fabian, my fiancé." He stiffened, I saw his eyes darken with something between confusion and discomfort. "Look, Miss... Lyra, is it?" I nodded immediately. "I’m afraid I don’t know you."

"Come here." He beckoned me over to the desk, where he began to rummage through a pile of papers. After a moment, he produced a small, leather-bound book. "This is your true history, Cassian," he said. "The story of who you really are, and where you come from." I took the book, feeling a sense of trepidation. What secrets was it going to reveal? As I opened the book, I saw that it was filled with strange symbols and diagrams. But one page in particular caught my eye.