Cassian Bonus Chapter Novels & Stories

*Isaac* Four days earlier… Cassian crouches on the other side of the fire, balancing on his heels. His pen scribbles over the notepad resting on his knee. He pauses, cursing under his breath,and tears the page free before crumpling it and throwing it in the fire. “What the fuck am I even supposed to say?” he says to himself, growling low in his throat as he makes a single mark on the page before sinking into a seated position on the hard ground.

Cassian doesn’t hesitate for a moment, he’s already trailing one hand up my thigh, sliding under the hem of my dress, fingers brushing the soaked lace of my panties— I catch his wrist mid-air. “I came here for a favor,” I begin, my voice steady despite the way my pulse is hammering. Cassian’s expression darkens instantly and he drops me to my feet—not gently. Then he steps back, putting a huge distance between us. “Don’t,” his jaw clenches tightly. “Don’t you fucking say it.” I close the distance again before he says anything further. Press my body flush against his, my palms sliding up his chest. “It’s exactly what you think,” I whisper, my lips brushing the shell of his ear.

She stood at the counter, her hands still shaking slightly as she poured three cups into the ceramic mugs. "It's over, isn’t it?” Cassia asked, sinking into one of the wooden chairs at the table and wrapping her hands around the warm mug. She looked between Lucian and her mother, her eyes wide with hope and exhaustion. “It's over now? No more running, no more looking over our shoulders?”

She truly believed she was the hero of this story. She turned her cold, dispassionate gaze to my brother. “Subject Zero,” she said, her voice calm and even. “Your first mission. Eliminate the intruders.” Cassian stood up from the pod. He moved with a grace and a speed that was not human. In one fluid motion, he was on the floor, and in the next, he was moving towards me. He did not fight like a man. He fought like a machine, with perfect, deadly efficiency, his face completely devoid of emotion.

Cassie stepped between Aser and Kael so fast that even Kael blinked in surprise. "I’ve been bitten, Kael," Cassie said coldly. "By my father, by my wimp of an ex-husband, and by the boy the Syndicate sent to cause me trouble, and I'm still standing. I know you've seen the numbers I make. That’s profit. That man lost money, and I make money. If the Council cares about strength, they should look at the balance sheet. If they care about bloodlines, well, that’s just a nice way of saying you’re afraid of change."

Cassian smirked at his handiwork, the three of them marked, limping, bonded in shared ruin, empire business fueling filthy pleasure. ‎Mid-bite, Cassian's hand snaked under the counter, groping Nagur's plump ass cheek through the sweatpants, fingers digging deep into the firm muscle, kneading the tender flesh. Nagur froze, fork halfway to mouth, then turned with heat blazing in his dark eyes. Without a word, he leaned in, crashing their mouths together in a hungry kiss, tongues tangling sloppy over bacon grease and coffee bitterness, teeth nipping lips till copper taste filled their mouth. Cassian growled into it, hand slipping inside the pants to probe that wrecked hole, two fingers plunging

"You're the one with the blood on your hands. Why should Noah get the empire and the girl while you get the blame and the guilt?" ​Cassian's breath hitched. His hands came up to her waist, not to push her away, but to steady himself. He was weak, fueled by alcohol and the crushing weight of his mother’s return. He was the perfect target for someone who knew exactly how to play on his insecurities. ​"Maeve..." he warned, but his grip on her robe tightened. ​"Let me help you forget, Cassian," she breathed, her hand sliding down to the nape of his neck, pulling him closer. "Just for a night. Let’s give the Grand Luna something else to talk about at dinner."

"You are really crazy. I thought I warned you not to take your crazy personality along with you." "Well...I can't help it." "Oh...then face it." Then, the line went dead. "Xan?" I muttered before a deep, familiar voice cut me off. "Is my breakfast ready, or do I need to add talking back to your punishment list?" My whole body tensed. I turned slowly to find Cassius leaning against the doorway, arms crossed, watching me with that same infuriating smirk. Damn him. When had he gotten there? I plastered on the sweetest smile I could muster. "Of course, sir. Just a moment."

Chapter 32: Cassian's Despair Cassian paced around his room, his eyes filled with urgency. No matter the cost, he needed to win Aria back. The thought of her being with Ronan was impossible for him, and he couldn't imagine life without her. He stopped his walk and faced the mirror. His skin was pale, and his eyes were recessed. He appeared to be a basic reflection of the individual he once was. He wondered softly to himself, "What am I doing?" "I'm a ruler, and I'm allowing a simple wolf to assume my position."

"But I know it starts with choosing to be honest instead of useful. You already did that tonight. When you told me what you knew instead of maintaining the performance." She kept her hand extended. "That was you," she said. "Not him. Choose that." A long pause. The temple breathed. The ruins glowed. The ancient city waited. And Cassian— After fifteen years of being aimed like an arrow— Looked at his half-sister's offered hand. And *chose.* His hand clasped hers. "I am coming with you," he said. Not *we will disable the weapon.* Not *the plan is proceeding.* Just—