Cassius Warrington Novelas e Histórias

I glanced at Williams, who remained silent, as if in pain. "It's nothing, Dean. A friend of mine came to visit, and I was happy about it all." Dean looked at Henry, who smiled and extended his hand for a shake. "Hi, my name is Henry, and I'm from the Lycan pack. I used to be a beta to Williams here, but I guess my rights have been taken away." I observed how Dean shook hands with Henry, then turned his attention back to me. "You need to rest, Sierra. You know I don't like seeing you this way."

And a second later, Leon's head was lying on the table, he had passed out from drinking too much. Diana quickly raised Alpha Darren's hand in the air. Then Canis started clapping. “Congratulations Alpha Darren, you won! You will get a special prize from Leon!” Everyone clapped including Diana. Diana looked at Cartis, "good job. Thank you.”

Her gaze flicked briefly to the side. “Or maybe…” she added, “you recognize him?” All heads turned. Leaning against a wooden post, arms crossed, stood Ashton—silent, composed, watching. Warren’s breath caught. “C-CEO Pierce…” he stammered, dread flooding his face. Cassie stepped closer, her presence now undeniable. “Firing you was the biggest mistake I ever made, Warren Minerva,” she said coldly. “It only gave you the opportunity to prey on people like them.” She exhaled, then turned to the farmers.

He said and I nodded. “You can hang out around but be available once I call you that I’m ready to leave.” I issued the command and he nodded in understanding. I alighted from the car and headed into the house. There I met Cassius drinking at the wine bar. He had a stubble and didn’t look so great. Cassius never has a stubble as he prefers to be clean-shaven so seeing him like this puzzled me a bit. Was this because of Riley or was this because he was trying to uncover everything at once?

He met her eyes and smiled slightly, like he’d been expecting the recognition. “I’m Warren Dalton,” he said, extending a hand. “COO of Rhett Industries. Mr. Rhett asked me to fetch you for your fitting.” Cassie just stared, her pulse thudding. “My what?” “Your fitting,” Warren repeated, as if it were the most ordinary thing in the world. “For the Silverwood–Murphy wedding.” Cora’s jaw dropped. “You’ve got to be kidding me.” Warren’s smile didn’t waver. “I assure you, Miss Wentworth, Mr. Rhett doesn’t joke about wardrobe.”

“You two, I need a word with you. Serge and Victor, you as well.” Colt, Serge, and I stay back with Warrick and Victor. “We’re at war now. Victor, you’ll be in every meeting Cass is in. You’ll be her shadow and do what she does. If something happens to me, Cass is next in line. But if something happens to her too, then you’ll be next in line to lead the pack. We need to be prepared for anything.” We all nod, understanding. “Now, you two.” Warrick turns to Colt and me. “I need you to cool it with the displays of affection.”

"You and I are completely different. That's why whatever was between us was ruined." Zero clenched his jaw. Cassius continued, "You want to see my Devil? Then I'll reveal it to you." With that, he left the building. He had thought of destroying everyone in and around it, but that wasn’t how he dealt with things. He loved to watch his enemies suffer before ending them. Zero laughed hard inside. "I thought you didn't have a weakness, Cassius, but I guess I was wrong. The Wallington daughter and your little bastard," he mumbled.

Until now, I hadn’t seen him. Cassius certainly was bizarre. He must have been an experiment himself, before being put into the glass rooms. His skin was pure white, which matched the tiles. On his white skin he had black circle outlines around both shoulders, then on both sides of his wrists. He had no shirt; which meant I could see he had six rows of bold numbers running down the right side of his chest. His left arm only had three long, pointed fingers that resembled knives. His sharp finger tips were stained black also.

“Exactly! Vanessa, you’re smart. You can see the difference between someone who talks and someone who acts.” “Jason had his chances,” Charlie added. “He did nothing. Just empty words.” Vanessa frowned. This wasn’t about business anymore. Cassius wasn’t offering help. He was making a move, right here in the Sterling Enterprises lobby. “So, Cassius, can you make the call right now?” Seraphina asked politely. “Sure, aunt, let me do it now.”Cassius smiled confidently as he dialed Marcus Gunn's direct line, putting the phone on speaker so everyone could hear his impressive connections in action.

This was better than any tonic - watching the pack unravel from a safe distance. "What's that? Let me take a look! Is it a video call?" Cassius flopped onto the bed, close enough that I could smell the leather of his jacket and the faint spice of his soap. He rummaged in his bag, pulled out a crinkling bag of potato chips, and thrust it toward me. "Here. Fuel for the chaos." No wonder Darren kept him close; Cassius was the kind of guy who'd bring a feast to a funeral and make you laugh through the eulogy.