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“Rinaldi, how is it going?” “You want the good news or the bad news?” Rinaldi asked ,his voice failing to give away anything, it was as playful as Caleb was used to from his beta. “Whichever one you choose to give in whatever order, I’ll take it.” Caleb replied, steeling himself for something bad. Rinaldi laughed, “Well, the good news is, I have your….Cassandra’s cousins with me and we’re on our way to Connecticut, the bad news is, we were attacked at their house and I might have taken an unconscious woman with me without her permission.”

The familiar scent of herbs was something Celeste had grown accustomed to, but there was something sweet that mixed in now, unlike before. She wasn’t the only one to have noticed as Celeste freely loosened Cassian’s hold on her weakened body. She looked up to see his eyes wide as he stared at the figure in front of him. It was a beautiful and unfamiliar female who had quickly begun working on Nyssa, who was writhing on the bed. Her long, dark auburn hair was matched with a floral pin while she worked on Nyssa, who couldn’t stop crying. “You… sit,” Cassian said, almost entranced by the female as he slowly walked forward toward where the unfamiliar female stood, his hands almost grabbing at he

“Let him know. I want him to know that I’m not dead yet.” A Silent Storm Light rain drizzled outside Cassandra’s apartment window. The glow of streetlights reflected faintly against the glass, casting slow-moving shadows across the room. On the small table in front of her, stacks of documents lay scattered, filled with every bit of information about Nuovo Ordine. And on the very top page, Leonardo Franches’ name was printed in bold. Cassandra let out a deep sigh, leaning her head against the chair. She had known it all along. He was the mastermind behind all this chaos. But knowing didn’t make it any easier to accept.

“There are wounds that never show on the body that is deeper and more hurtful than anything that bleeds”—Laurell K Hamilton, Mistrial’s Kiss Chaos’s P.O.V I lay in bed conscious to everything around me yet not so conscious. I was in a half comatose state and I could feel myself changing. Even I, am afraid of what the end result might be. It was a battle of wills that I lost the moment I found out that my mate was cheating on me.

"Any idea why they attacked Kalyssa's place of business?" "We figured out that it was because her clinic was on the outskirts of town, just beyond the oasis," Elias replied. "They probably caught her scent first before they caught ours. Just the luck of the draw." Then Elias turned to me. "Hunters can smell out anyone like us a hundred miles away, just like sharks can smell blood in water a third of a mile away. They were probably headed for The Diamond Pack Compound when they caught your scent." "But I wasn't even there—"

“Then let’s get to it. But I have conditions, Ethan. Non-negotiable ones.” He raised an eyebrow, his smirk widening. “Of course you do. Let’s go to the library, Fireball. My lawyers are already on standby.” It was the early hours of the morning, tiny rays of the the morning sunlight casting golden hues on Cassandra's studio apartment. The air felt different, heavy. A suitcase lay open on Cassandra's floral bedspread, and Cassandra was frantically shoving sweaters, pants and dresses into it. Her friend Nicole sat on the edge of the mattress, a taunting grin playing on her face. “And I guess that's what you get for living under a rock, my dear friend. How do you live in California and not know

Kane is at his own company or on a short business trip. Sian had grown tired of this life cycle and badly wanted to do something about it, but simply couldn't. She of course could not miraculously get cured. At some point when Khloe started to feel impatient and intrigued, Khloe couldn't resist the opportunity to furtively ask Nico. “Nico, there is a young lady living here who likes to wear white dresses, looks exceptionally excellent, and doesn't care for talking. Is it accurate to say that she is your family's Young Miss?" Nico flickered.

⸻ The war has already started. This time, I’m not the one on trial. I’m the one holding the match. -CASSIAN HALE- The city wakes before I do. And when I finally open my eyes, it’s already talking about me. It’s afternoon. My phone won’t stop buzzing. Messages. Missed calls. Headlines. All screaming the same thing in different fonts. Billionaire Cassian Hale caught in altercation with Mrs. Halenti. Mrs. Halenti defends herself from “unwanted contact.”

CHAPTER 22 CASSIAN'S POV My fingers are wrapped tightly around my glass of whiskey, as I bring it to my lips. That is the only thing that seems to keep me sane at this point. I am thinking about more than enough. And it is enough to make me run mad at the same time. There are almost a hundred files waiting for me on the table, and I cannot bring myself to even go through them. My mind is still worried about everything that is happening with Nova. The ladies of the pack are not even hiding their level of disgust towards her. They do not like her.