Kassidi Gallagher Novels & Stories

He didn't want to go her wrong impression about him! Chantelle sat down on the bed, still processing what had just happened. It was a strange mix of emotions - embarrassment, gratitude, and relief. But the thing that stood out to her the most was the sense of safety and comfort she felt around Delcan. It was a feeling she hadn't experienced in a long time, and she savored it. She knew that she was on the path to healing, and Delcan was helping her every step of the way.

Stepping into the room, Daisy quickly flipped her light switch. 'Dang it! The power is out again.' Her thoughts raced as she walked slowly into the dark room. Just then the light flickers on. "Surprise!" The voice of Allison Melody and her two friends Vicki and Christiana broke through the silence. "Happy birthday, Daisy!" Allison and her friend's voices reverberate through the apartment, echoing with warmth and excitement. Daisy stood frozen, caught between the rush of adrenaline from the initial shock and the sudden flood of relief that washed over her.

Kai’s jaw tightened, their passionate kiss—Gianna’s fire, their brief surrender—a spark that burned through his focus. Gianna Moretti stood by a window, her black leather jacket unzipped, her emerald eyes sharp as she monitored comms. Her arm graze was a faint ache, her unconfessed secret—Alessio’s order to steal Castellano intel—a weight. Their kiss, Kai’s hands on her, had cracked her walls, but vulnerability scared her, her heart a battlefield. She glanced at Kai, their bond a fire, their trust tested by the burner phone, now a distant shadow.

I didn’t know which of them was my real fated mate. Suddenly, the door slammed open. Cassandra stood there with two of her wolves behind her. Her eyes were full of hate. “I knew you were hiding a secret,” she snarled, hissing repeatedly. “You and your evil secrets.” Scarlett stepped in front of me, frowning at Cassandra. “Leave my daughter alone, you devilish woman!” Cassandra laughed and flew fast toward my mom, her claws hitting straight on my mother’s arm. “I want to make sure she dies. She is the devil here!”

She was wearing the deep green and her hair was up and the mate mark at her neck was visible and she walked toward us with the unhurried directness she carried everywhere and looked at Kaden with clear grey eyes. "Alpha Kaden," she said. "I am Cassandra. I understand your territory borders the Velden pack." Kaden looked at her for a moment. "It does," he said. "Then you felt the Velden binding break last week," she said. "We all felt it," he said carefully. "Some more clearly than others." "What did it feel like from your side of the border?" she said.

Vegas yelled. “I, Kylie Candace Kazimir, pledge to uphold the secret of the assassin creed and always put my duty first,” those words played in my head. The gun fell out of my hands as such horrible things I had done began to play in my head. Multiple gunshots and blood splashing played in my head. Was this truly the person I was? An assassin? “Kylie, stay with me,” Vegas slapped my cheeks lightly, “Don't fucking close your eyes on me!!”

I wanted something pure for her, something that screamed *mine*. The shop was hushed, velvet cases gleaming under soft lights. The owner, an old contact from my father's shady days, pulled out trays without question. I bypassed the flashy shit—diamonds too ostentatious for now. Settled on a strand of Tahitian pearls, black and iridescent, with a matching bracelet. Subtle, but possessive. "Engrave the clasp," I told him. *D's Cass*. He nodded, no judgment. Money talked. While he worked, I paced, mind on her. Why Cassidy? She wasn't like the others—polished socialites or Elena-types chasing status. She was real: fiery, vulnerable, with a backbone forged in Evelyn's fire. She saw through my wal

Whenever a guest approached, she stepped half a pace in front of me, she was subtle, but I knew she was trying to make herself out as the good daughter while I was sullen and ungrateful. “You see? that wasn't so hard, just try not to look miserable.” She whispered to me. I didn't respond because I suddenly felt the temperature drop. I shifted my gaze forward to see the presence I was sensing Cassian. Kade. Karl. Even from a distance, I could feel their presence. 24 year old Cassian wore a black tuxedo. His dark hair is slicked back, jaw sharp enough to cut. He moved like he owned the room—like the future Alpha he was destined to be.

His hand clenched into a fist, the glass almost cracking. Cassie just smiled, a knowing look in her eyes that sent a shiver down his spine. She walked over to him, her movements slow and deliberate, like a cat stalking its prey. She ran a finger along his jawline, her touch light but firm. “Perhaps we can be of tremendous help to each other, Gregory. I know more about Hades’s wife than anyone does. Much more. And I have a knack for... unearthing secrets. Secrets that could topple empires. The kind that make kings fall. And queens, too.”

Even though I wasn’t speaking to Halle, I couldn’t disrespect her by letting my ex-girlfriend into my home. I could still picture the look on her face when she found out that the person who was at the gate was my ex-girlfriend. “We aren’t destined to be together. I’m with someone else now.” She immediately removed her sunglasses. “What? How? When? Who?” She asked and her breathing became ragged. “That’s none of your business, Madison.” Her eyes darkened. “I’m your mate and I can’t watch you be with someone else.” Her voice was filled with determination. “We are meant to be and our bond has been sealed by the moon goddess.”