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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.

"Trista said you're having some 'feral anxiety' and can't sleep. I'm here for some physical therapy." Isaiah jumped back three feet, totally on guard. "Back off! If you don't keep your rank in check, you'll crush my wolf, and I'll make sure you pay for the medical bills!" Cassian didn't waste his breath. He walked straight into the bedroom, pulled out the herbal incense, and started placing the sticks around the bed like he was setting up a ritual altar. To top it off, he lit two pale candles on the nightstand. Then, he went to the foyer and flipped the main breaker.

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.

The magazine trembled in my hand, but my spine stayed straight. The moment I entered the building, the air changed. It's cooler, more sterile, laced with power and everything smelled like expensive cologne and ambition. A sleek receptionist sat behind a marble desk, typing with long, manicured fingers. She barely looked up. "I will like to see Mason Fabian." I said. She paused, blinked, then looked at me like I had asked for a unicorn. "I’m sorry. Who?" "Mason Fabian." I repeated before it clicked that he no longer go by Mason. "Sorry, I mean... Caspian Clarence." Understanding flickered in her eyes. I saw the polite smile stretch her lips, polite, but wary.

Cassidy greeted, hugging Riko back. “Collin’s brain?” Justin laughed as he and Ben joined us. “Burn,” Elijah gave him a high five. “Hilarious guys,” I rolled my eyes. “That would imply he ever had one,” Cassidy scoffed. Nine years and she still cuts me. And I’m a twisted fuck cause I love her for it. “I love you too, babe,” I feigned offense. “Anyway,” Cassidy rolled her eyes. “We had an announcement to make,” Cassidy’s expression went serious.

I didn't want to go all out with the decorations, but I couldn't help myself. I heard the door ring as soon as I lit the last candle. I quickly rushed towards the door, undone my braids, played with them through my fingers, and felt some damp areas. I opened the door, and I sucked in my breath. Liam stood there looking like fucking Robert Sheehan - he's from Mortal Engine and that new show on N*****x. He looks like him but with muscle and more handsome. I became a fan of Robert Sheehan when I watched Mortal Engine on bootleg. Super cute.

I nearly choke at the total, but Marissa just swipes, all chirpy happiness. When we pull back into the Windsor driveway, she’s still talking about shoes. Cassian meets us at the door, bright with pride. “Come on, Bella. I want you to meet my oldest.” Out back, a boy cuts through the pool like a blade. When he hauls himself out—tall, muscled, soaked, Marissa actually sighs. Or maybe it’s a moan. Either way, the hunger on her face makes my stomach twist. Cassian seems oblivious to this. But I can’t get Marissa’s expression out of my head. She totally is into Tristan. Am I the only one who can see this?

"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.