Kassidi Gallagher Novels & Stories

AUTHOR'S POV At the Ridgewood Pack [Screaming] [Moaning] [More Moaning] Cassandra Maximoff, Calista's elder sister, was letting out some high-pitched moans at the Alpha’s Chambers. She was romped up in a steamy session with her dear lover, Zora. Cassandra was doing her thing on the top of Zora’s stiff rod; she was riding him with all her strength, but she unintentionally fell on Zora’s broad chest, after he released his seeds inside of her.

Davina blinked, looking at her expectantly, waiting for her to continue. Jenny grinned, lowering her phone. “So, you know, right? I’m infamous in the tech field. Not as Jenny, of course, but under my codename — darkwitch@ruin. That’s how people know me on the darknet. Kaiser Webb contacted me directly through one of those encrypted dark‑web chatrooms. He’s Annaida’s PA. He wants me to take down Ryan’s scandal and push other stories instead. He even handed me a pile of breaking news that could easily divert attention away from Ryan. And there’s one confirmation he insisted I circulate…”

Kassindra was wearing tailored trousers and a navy blouse that highlights the small gold medallion around her neck. “I’ll wait outside,” Kassindra said politely and as she leant forward to give Gemma a reassuring hug, I glimpsed that she was not wearing a bra and I could see her breasts beneath the blouse. The nipples were dark, sharp peaks. Immediately, I felt guilty and looked away. For a few seconds the silence spread out like thick oil. “Did my uncle really kill John Knightley,” Gemma asked eventually. “I am afraid that certainly looks that way,” I said, as gently as I could.

Lila I clenched the small slip of paper in my hands, scanning the name printed there. It wasn’t the Lycan King’s insignia. Relief flooded through me, but only for a second. My opponent was a girl I barely knew, Cassidy, quiet and unassuming. One of the few who had stayed out of the constant scheming and backstabbing among the other candidates. That didn’t mean she was weak. If anything, those who hid in the background often had the most to prove. Or hide.

Kate POV “I Challenge Katelyn Adams for the Alpha title of the Golden Moon Pack!”. I couldn’t believe what I had heard. It was resonating through my mind, without fully comprehending. Looking into the crowd I wait for the voice to come forward. It’s familiar but with the crowd who jumped up loudly the voice was lost in the crowd.

My clothes are on one side, my schoolbooks are on the other, and my mattress is battered. How can I afford more things when the housework alone keeps me from getting a job? It was evident that there was nothing to worry about outside, even though I was unaware of how late it was. I hear the omegas talking to each other and doing laundry as I lie on my mattress. An omega questioned, "Did you hear about what happened in that nearby pack?" "You mean the omega who has been called a Luna stalker?" another person asked in response. Yes, Cassidy is her name, I believe. She was found to have pilfered from Luna's desk. The Alpha claims that she attempted to step in for the Luna."

Luka asked me, cutting Katie's sentence, and I nodded unsure if my voice was clear or would sound like a croaking frog. Mr Daven hadn’t sat back down, he was standing by the desk with his jaw slightly gaped open. Katie slowly turned to me, her face had gone pale with so many expressions that I almost felt sorry for her… almost. “You.” She spoke quietly. “Cassie Hale, a wolfless omega… all three of them chose you?” “Katie.” Caspian’s voice was low with a warning tone. Biting her lip, she grabbed her bag from the floor beside the chair, tucked it over her shoulder, and walked out the door quietly.

Even beyond not sharing the same bloodline, the two had completely opposite personalities and demeanors. Without another word, I continued to apply the salve to Asher’s wrist, and as the minutes passed by, I realized Kane was studying me. I could sense his gaze immediately and heat rose to my cheeks. “Have we met, healer?” he asked finally. “You look familiar.” I nearly jumped out of my skin in surprise. “No, I don’t believe we’ve had the pleasure, my Lord,” I replied politely despite the rapidness of my heartbeat. “My name is Cassandra Keller. I just arrived recently from the Wild Crawler Pack.”

Diva nodded once and vanished back into the club. Beside me, I heard Adrian let out a shaking breath. Ella had gone very still. Killian leaned in, his chest brushing my shoulder. "This cousin of yours is a gangster," he whispered. "Nothing is hotter than a woman who can order a hit and a round of drinks in the same breath. You should take notes, Daisy." Never. It could never be me. "I think I'll stick to writing books," I muttered. Queen turned back to us, the "Boss Lady" mask softening. "Daisy, Ella, you look like you're at a funeral." She snapped her fingers at a man standing near the curtain. "Get me, Dante. Jaz."

She's busy eating crackers while observing Gale who was there, standing outside his car, checking his phone from time to time, and checking the whole place with his attentive eyes. She called Lucy. Cassandra loves her mission this time since she was a murderer back then but she came back as a private investigator. This job is more exciting than stealing and killing for Cassandra. She lost a daughter after being discharged to the penitentiary and she didn't have the chance to save her. "Lucy, I saw Gale outside the inn. Should I call Kent right away?", she asked her friend on the phone.