Cassian Novels & Stories

Right behind him came Cassian. Cassian looked completely unraveled. His expensive uniform was wrinkled, his dark hair was messy, and his golden eyes were bloodshot, rimmed with dark purple circles. The deep bruises around his neck, left by his father’s fingers at the assembly, had turned a dark, ugly shade of violet. He walked with uneven steps, his body trembling slightly like a man suffering from a high fever. He was a prince who had lost his mind, completely eaten alive from the inside out by the rejection of the mate bond and pure, wild jealousy.

His heart pounded fiercely against his ribs, a mix of fear and forbidden excitement coursing through his veins. At twenty-three, Cassian was a noble omega from a respected bloodline, known for his gentle nature and quiet grace. Yet here he was, risking everything for stolen moments with the one alpha who made his entire being come alive. The thin black silk robe he wore whispered against his skin as he walked, already warm with the first hints of arousal. His body had begun reacting to Kael’s presence long before he reached the door, a deep, instinctive pull that no amount of reason could silence.

He packed his instruments with practiced speed, offered a final respectful bow to Katina, and glided out of the room, pulling the heavy door shut behind him. The silence that followed was suffocating. Cassian walked slowly toward the hearth, his movements fluid and predatory, like a wolf patrolling its territory. He stopped a few paces away from Katina, the firelight catching the sharp angles of his jaw and the faint flecks of gold in his crimson eyes. “You look like a woman waiting for the executioner’s axe,” Cassian said quietly. Katina held her ground against the desk, refusing to lower her head. “In Ravenmoor, the executione

Cassian is made of muscle and fierce determination. When he sets his sights on something, he makes sure he gets it and tonight it seems he’s mind has been made up to break down my walls. I know this for absolute certainty when he spreads my legs, holds them down with force, dips his mouth to my pussy, and licks from bottom to top through my panties while keeping his eyes firmly on mine. “Fuck," he rasps. "Tell me you want me." “I will never tell you that," I say breathlessly.

She could imagine how tiny her hands would be if placed on them. Her eyes moved away from his biceps and continued their journey down to his long legs. He stood at a height of about six feet and some inches. 'If I were to kiss him, I would have to stand on my toes, and he would still have to bend his head to meet my lips' she thought and bit her lips seductively. The man stared at her; he was angry and confused. He wore a black baggy trouser that matched his white singlet. “Hello?” he called in his deep masculine voice. Caitlyn was too lost, she thought the voice came from a distant place. Though, she loved how soothing the voice sounded.

I breathe, pinching the bridge of my nose as my head begins to throb. “You still have time to back out,” Cassian grins from the red leather sofa across from my desk. His ankles are crossed over one of the arm rests as he lounges aimlessly, still in jeans and an old college T-shirt. His coppery blond hair nearly touches his shoulders. He decided not to cut it all summer and autumn, probably to grind his father’s gears. Cassian is the son of my dad’s commander, Leo Fendley. We’ve been best friends since boyhood. He’s always had my back, even when we were up to something none of our parents would have been proud of.

“Fuck you,” I hissed at him. This made Cassius chuckle. I couldn’t understand why he was so amused. I added, “There’s nothing in the world that will make me help you. Go ahead and kill me now.” “How…valiant,” he said, staring up at the ceiling. I noticed right away that he didn’t look at all like Felix. Their facial structure was different, and Cassian was rougher around the edges. His features were much darker. “But I assure you, dying isn’t what anyone ever wants. It’s what everyone says they prefer, but I tend to find anyone who says such a thing a liar.”

Whispers curled around Cassian’s name like smoke. Rowan scanned everything. Exits. Angles. Faces. Cassian, meanwhile, embraced the chaos. “Cassy!” a voice shrieked. A shirtless bartender with glitter in his hair flung his arms around him. “You’re alive!” Cassian grinned. “Barely. But still prettier than most.” A drag queen nearby gasped and fanned herself. “Who’s the brooding giant behind you?” Cassian turned, full smirk. “That’s Rowan. My new… disciplinarian.”

Rosalyn spoke in such a calm tone, repeating her words, balancing herself despite the shaking ground. Elias stepped in front of me instinctively. Xavier’s wolf exploded forward, gold bleeding into his irises, dominance slamming into the floor so violently even Elias staggered. “Valerie,” he gritted out, voice low, feral, lethal. “Behind me. Now.” But I couldn’t move. Because her power, Lisa’s power, rolled through me like ice water and wildfire intertwined, crawling up my spine, into my lungs, into the marrow of my bones.

A lone figure at the far end of the grounds. Cassian. He stood shirtless, his body glistening with sweat as he struck a training dummy over and over again. His movements were controlled, and precise, but there was a raw fury behind them. He was angry. And something about it made me pause. I stepped closer, stopping just a few feet away. “Taking your frustration out on something that can’t fight back?” Cassian froze mid-strike. His eyes snapped to me, and in a flash, he pulled out a dagger, pointing it at my throat.