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I pulled her face toward mine as I pressed my lips into hers with as much passion as I could. "But what will the warriors think?" Cassie asked as she looked down at her hands. ... It has been a month since the doctor told us that Cassie was pregnant and today we find out if she is having a boy or a girl. If the moon goddess wants Cassie to be the Luna of this pack then I will hear the words it's a boy. "3 pups. All three are boys." Dr. Johnson said as he looked up and smiled. "Well, Cassie you will be having triplets. Two of them are identical."

I had made plans to take lunch to Alexander at his office today. A sudden knock on the door broke the silence, causing me to look up and gaze towards the entrance. The door swung open, and in walked Cassie, looking every bit the professional chef in her crisp white apron, matching hat, and sturdy kitchen shoes. Her hands were occupied, one grasping a sleek, silver food flask, the other holding a small, leather-bound notebook. A warm smile spread across my face as I greeted her, "Oh, it's you, Cassie." She reciprocated with a bright, cheerful smile of her own, her eyes sparkling with warmth and friendliness as she approached my table with a confident stride.

“I wouldn't have asked for lunch if it wasn't.” Warmth filled her chest, and Cassie smiled. “So, what would happen if I gave you my hotel number now?” The corners of Wyatt's mouth turned into a confident smile. “I'd teach you how to make a screaming orgasm.” Cassie's heart pitter-pattered out of control. Her girl parts reacted in ways she wasn't used to. Her nipples went hard. “Wow. Okay.” Wyatt chuckled. “I don't think you're ready.” “I'm very ready,” Cassie protested. “I'm beyond ready.”

“Because you matter, little mouse.” TEN YEARS LATER JAKE “Dammit!” I chugged down the whiskey, feeling it burn my throat down to my stomach. Ryker and Harper’s wedding turned out magical, but one thing was un-magical about it, Cassie. The tease enjoyed herself so much that she seemed to forget she was just eighteen. Slamming the empty glass on the bar, the loud thud echoed my frustration. The dancing lights matched the fury raging inside me as I watched Cassie, and with her coy smiles and playful glances, she managed to provoke me. And I knew it was her intention.

Cassie’s POV I couldn't help but rest for a few days. If my mate had been a strict husband before, now he was even stricter, knowing I was carrying the possible next alpha of our pack. The confinement to our room made me restless; staring out the window and reading books was becoming tiresome. A knock on the door revealed Rea, carrying a tray with my current cravings: cheesecake and a banana milkshake. I chuckled at the thought of our pup being as white as milk with eyes like golden cheese. What a strange but endearing image!

" *** Cassie had walked back with him after then , the two acting as if nothing had happened . To Cassie the kiss was still stuck in her mind . Yes, that kiss - that one spark of a kiss , the kiss that sent a wave down her entire body . It had been Cassie dream to become the new Lena , a dream that had flickered in her mind as a little girl and had become the very fire burning in her soul, a dream she had acted out as a Child as she played under the duvet while the lights were out or it rained outside and if Caleb had really meant what he said , if Caleb had really kissed her from the depth of her heart it was a dream about to come to fulfilment. The two returned back to the table in an ak

Thank God for saved passwords. It was educational. And a little depressing. Cassie really was a piece of work; nasty, spiteful, sharp-tongued. Popular in the shallow way mean girls always are. Followed and liked on social media, but with no real warmth anywhere. If she had true friends, I couldn’t find them. Her parents had died when she was nineteen, leaving her rich and alone. I wondered if that had hollowed her out. If that was when the walls went up. Why she didn’t let people in.

But that isn't as important a question as where she's going, which I think I can answer with some confidence: Up, and up, and up. I blinked, dazed. "Am I hallucinating?" "Unless it's a mass hallucination, I don't think so. Toby read the same review." Cass's smile finally stiffened, just a degree. But it wasn't lost on me. "What is it?" I asked. "Well, I mean…This is it." Cassie hugged the laptop against her chest like a shield against what might come next. "The big time. Don't you want…a real manager? A real team?"

POV CASSANDRA "I... my name is Cassie, the new maid of the palace. I just wanted to know if you need anything else..."** — My words came out in stutters, laden with nervousness, as my heart raced so loudly that I could almost hear it.

Cassie closed her eyes as he pressed a kiss to her forehead, the gesture shockingly gentle for a man planning the complete dismantling of an empire. “I need you with me,” she whispered. “Not just for this… but after... And always.” “I’m here,” he answered without hesitation. “Wherever you go, I go... Always.” Cassie's fingers curled this shirt, gripping it tightly as the final tremor of guilt left her body like a dying echo. She wasn't a monster. She was a mother... A soldier... A survivor... A weapon forged by grief and betrayal. She opened her eyes and whispered... “Then let’s finish what we started.”