Caius Ff Novels & Stories

"Caius! What are you saying?" "I'm telling the truth, Madre," Caius turned to her. "This woman fooled us all." "The baby's father is Silas Romano, our former CFO." "I have the DNA report. I have the recordings." He waved to his bodyguards. "Escort them out. Get them out of my sight. Now." The reporters tried to ask more questions, but the Falcieri bodyguards had already formed a human wall. Caius walked into the tower without a backward glance.

Then he broke through the trees at a run, boots skidding in the frost as he caught himself against a pine. Caius was built for speed, not bulk. Lean, long limbed, with sandy brown hair that had been shoved back one too many times and now stuck up in every direction, making him look like a porcupine. His jacket was half zipped, his cheeks flushed from the cold, and his eyes, hazel, bright, were wide with a kind of fear he woudl pretend was excitement the second he caught his breath. He doubled over, hands on his knees, dragging air into his lungs.

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His answer was straight. "Oh," Caitlyn whispered. "Talk to you later," He said and hung up to give the road his full attention. "Asshole," Caitlyn murmured and dropped her head on the table with a heavy sigh.

In that instant, I could tell by mere looking at her that she knew, she messed up. "You have no idea who I am," Reiner said through clenched teeth. "I am CAESAR. Tell that to your other sluts when you hold your unreasonable meetings. You are dead, Audrey. Dead. You shall know no peace and forever be cursed. You've got ten minutes. Ten fucking minutes to get your sorry ass out of my sight and my island. You're henceforth banned from Sun island! Surprised? That's right, bitch. Forever you shall hear of Sun island but never set foot here. Your great grand father will regret this day, bitch. I am CAESAR. Don't ever forget my name, hoe. Now get the hell out of my sight!" He released her by roughl

“You—” “Relax,” Caius said, cutting him off with a quiet voice that somehow still commanded the room. “It won’t kill you but your body will surely as heck burn with pleasure.” He chuckled, "Taking an SSS Alpha's rutting liquid. You'll surely learn a lesson. Next time, don’t try making someone else go rut with tricks you don’t understand.” The words slid out soft and unhurried, but they struck like claws. Miguel’s breath hitched, anger flared through the haze, grounding him for a moment. “You think you’re clever?”

“How are you so calm right now, Fiona?” Nina was now keeping her voice conspicuously quiet, very much not wanting to rouse the baby again. I shrugged. “It’s my job.” Third person “Another failed idea of yours… imagine that…” Caius’s voice never seemed to change, even when he was enraged. The smooth, even quality of it was deeply unsettling in the context of the absolute rage bared on his horrific face.

Chapter 17 Valen Ravaryn. I stared at the name on the screen so long it stopped looking like letters and started looking like something else entirely — an accusation, maybe, or a door swinging open onto a room I wasn't ready to walk into. "That's not possible." Caius said it flat, immediate, the exact tone he'd used the first night I met him. "My father wouldn't do this." "Caius, it's right there. His own code—"

Liam's POV Caius had always known exactly where to cut. That was his gift. Not his claws, not his speed, not the fact that he had trained under three different Alpha systems before he was twenty. It was his mouth. He knew which words landed deepest and he always, always used them.

Abruptly, a smooth, mocking voice echoed from the heavy drapery. I snapped my eyes open to see Caius leaning against the stone pillar. Frowning deeply, I scoffed, "Aren't you supposed to be commanding your omegas on the tribunal floor for your guild's bid? What are you doing in a private sanctuary?" "I am merely monitoring what matters most—your well-being," he purred. Then, he stepped behind the couch, his large, warm hands reaching down to firmly massage my throbbing temples. His grip was incredibly strong, but the precise pressure he applied to my pressure points was completely perfect. At first, my instincts screamed to recoil from his touch, but he used his physical weight to hold me ge