Cassian Bonus Chapter Novels & Stories

I clutched my books tighter, kept my eyes on the ground, tried to breathe past the weight pressing down. “You know,” a smooth voice cut through, “the more you hunch like that, the more they’ll eat you alive.” I stopped dead. Cassian leaned lazily against the stone archway leading out of the hall, golden hair catching the lantern light, grin sharp enough to slice. He flicked a coin between his fingers like he had all the time in the world. I tightened my grip on my books. “What do you want?” “Want?” He pushed off the wall, falling into step beside me with too much ease. “Sweetheart, if I wanted anything, you’d already know. I’m offering you something.”

Steven shrugged. Cassian rolled his eyes, “Fine,” he conceded, “You'll find the bonus in your salary this month. Happy?” “Yes.”

I squeezed harder, desperate to trap it, to stop the betrayal, but it was useless. The traitorous wetness crept lower, coating my skin, finally trailing down the curve of my knee. I was breaking down piece by piece, my core dripping, my pussy pulsing and waiting. Waiting for the man I hated to return and decide whether I was worthy of being fucked or worthy only of being abandoned and depraved. When the study door finally slid open, Cassian stepped in with his pure black cashmere pyjamas. “To the table, give me only your back…” His command was sharp and stern… I stood and almost stumbled down after kneeling there for long.

“He won’t see an innocent bride. He’ll see a conspirator. A traitor.” Her chin lifted. “Then perhaps I should become one, if only to survive.” For a moment, the firelight danced between them, highlighting the sharp line of his jaw, the defiance in her gaze. Cassian exhaled slowly, then crouched beside her, his hand brushing the ledger. “At least let me see.” Cassian slid the ledger closer, his gloved fingers tracing the cramped script. He turned a few pages with practiced ease, eyes narrowing. “These aren’t simple debts,” he murmured. “They’re payments. Bribes. Orders.”

Junie cried, grabbing his arm. “I’m fine,” he lied, forcing himself upright. Above them, the ceiling groaned. “Keep movin’!” Lucien bellowed. “They’re tryin’ to bury us alive!” Through the smoke, a voice cut clear—cold and venomous. “Well, well. Look at the little rebellion.” Cassian stepped into the chamber, his boots crunching over rubble. His golden eyes burned with hunger and hatred. The flames reflected in his gaze, making him seem more demon than man.

The tension I had not realized he carried so heavily eased, and the faint shadow beneath his eyes, long accustomed to hunger, softened. He exhaled slowly, eyes widening in recognition. “It’s… whole,” he whispered, the single word carrying weight beyond mere vocabulary. His gaze met mine. “It doesn’t call. It doesn’t echo.” “No hunger,” I murmured, almost to myself, feeling a surge of relief and awe. “Just… satisfaction.” Cassian was next, stepping forward with the predatory grace of his centuries. I could see the calculation behind his crimson gaze, curiosity, skepticism, and anticipation all coiled within him. He lifted the cup, pausing as if acknowledging the gravity of the act, then drank

Cassian strode boldly from the front line as he pulled down his hood and flashed me a savage grin, moving straight to the altar. Guards lunged desperately but rogues swarmed fiercely and overwhelmed them fast, their claws raked and their teeth snapped in brutal frenzy. I shifted partially and roared loudly, charging forward with Lior at my side while pack warriors rallied frantically behind us. Cassian reached the altar smoothly and snapped the chains easily with his bare hands as he pulled Cassandra close in a possessive hold. She laughed again like a manic and pressed into him as she rubbed her belly still. My claws slashed through two rogues that were blocking my path and blood sprayed ho

Still appeared to have secrets between its walls. The guard let us in. And there he was. Cassian. Standing on the grand steps like some cursed prince in a modern gothic novel. All black suit, sharp angles, and indifference. “Morning, ladies,” he said, voice cool but crisp. Selena raised her hand. “Morning, murder-face.” I elbowed her. “Behave, Sel,” I whispered. “What,” she said. “He would be a really hot killer.” Cassian’s gaze flicked to me. “We’ll begin walkthrough revisions in an hour. But first…”

Cassian had enough resources to investigate anyone quietly without needing to protect them publicly. Still, something in his face stopped me from pushing further. Whatever was happening in that head of his, he clearly wasn’t ready to talk about it. “Fine,” I sighed. “But I’m still not letting that waitress off easily.” “Come on,” he said with an annoyingly charming smile. “Just this once.” “No.” “Please.” I narrowed my eyes. “What exactly do I gain from forgiving her?” His grin widened instantly. Then he pointed toward the black box. Curious, I stepped forward and opened it.

The place is darker than the general place and I can't really see hom properly, but I could see his fitted presence. He hadn’t moved when Lauren was trying to disturb, but he was there, watching. And I am afraid he was plotting against her, which I honestly don't mind and also grateful that he didn't barge in and let me fight on my own. __________ The remainder of the day passed in a controlled blur of emergency scenarios, medication adjustments, and precise execution. By the time the second day concluded, the exhaustion was palpable. Cassian addressed us one final time before dismissing the day… “You’ve handled yourself admirably, guys. But remember, today was only part one. Expect more, an