Star Wars Rogue One Cassian Novels & Stories

I gave him a faint glance and continued to feel around the bottom of the fountain. My old pack mark had been overwritten by one of far greater power five years ago. Of course he couldn’t find it. But I couldn't be bothered to explain that to him. “I don’t need your protection.” Liam stared at his device, his expression darkening. "Elena, do you have any idea what it means to be a rogue? Without pack protection, you're nothing more than prey. Any beta could rip you apart without a second thought!"

Everyone in the room except Elixir, wanted to tear the rogue apart. “Alpha King,” They both bowed in unison, their eyebrows and jaw locked tightly in anger. “Anything?” I asked, walking up to the rogue who was glaring at me with no fear in his eyes. I like them when they put up a front. Makes it sweeter to watch them break and finally realize who they’re dealing with. “No. He's tough, I'll give him that.” Cassian muttered beneath his voice. “He's a rogue. He's meant to be tough.” I said standing directly in front of the rogue. “Right? You're tough, aren't you?”

“You’re trying to undermine the very defense that keeps us safe from the rogue threat. Tara has the power to stop them before the war begins, but not if you keep piling pressure on her.” Branric sneered, but didn’t speak again. I stormed out, pausing in the hallway to calm myself. The door creaked open, and Cassian stepped out, motioning for me to follow him. We walked down the corridor, making our way outside. Whatever he wanted to say, he wanted to say it away from prying ears and eyes. Cassian gave me a long look. “I suspect that the rogue threat is not as external as we once thought.”

She truly believed she was the hero of this story. She turned her cold, dispassionate gaze to my brother. “Subject Zero,” she said, her voice calm and even. “Your first mission. Eliminate the intruders.” Cassian stood up from the pod. He moved with a grace and a speed that was not human. In one fluid motion, he was on the floor, and in the next, he was moving towards me. He did not fight like a man. He fought like a machine, with perfect, deadly efficiency, his face completely devoid of emotion.

No one offered me a seat. “You’ve heard about the rogue attacks,” Kellan said. Not a question. I swallowed. “Some. Rumors.” “Five enforcers dead in fourteen days. The rogue’s name is Bastian Crowne. He moves alone, hits our border patrols, and disappears before we can organize a pursuit.” Kellan’s voice was a blade wrapped in silk, precise and calm and utterly without warmth. “Our trackers can’t find his den. He’s gathering other outcasts, and if we don’t stop him, we’re looking at a coordinated assault before the first snow.”

If only I could switch him out, I could truly have the wedding of my dreams. My heart hurts as my breathing hitches. My soul begs me to run away. I can’t go through with this. I just can’t. “It’s going to be okay,” Cassie says, touching my shoulder. I open my eyes and face her deep concern, just before she hugs me. That simple hugs means everything in a time when it feels like I have no one. “You have to pull yourself together though, okay?” she whispers in my ear. “If you don’t, you’re going to get into big trouble with the pack and with Sebastian.

I am just processing everything. 'Thank you, but to answer your question. Yes Aaron is a Lycan and he is your Beta. His Lycan, Thanatos, has always been my second hand man. So I am glad Queen Nadea kept him by my side. Oh and don't ask about that right now. I will explain that after this run.'

“Meet back here at ten. Gear up. Get ready. We will leave soon.” Rubio saluted dramatically. “Aye aye, emotionally unstable captain.” Cassian pointed at him. “Keep talking.” Rubio grinned. “I always do.” He and Mara left the room, bickering about who packed the rations wrong. Cassian didn’t follow. He stayed. His eyes slid to me. He stepped closer slowly, hesitant like he was checking if the air between us was safe. “You okay?” he asked. “You keep asking me that,” I said softly.

It is finally happening, the prophecy is finally being fulfilled. Midnight, Cassian will fall like a pack of cards, I'll be there to rescue my mate Rhea, she will fall into my arms, I'll tell her what she already suspects, she saw him dig his claws into me, she watched him try to kill me so it wouldn't be hard for me to convince her that Cassian is the bad guy here, that he is evil and that I am the only one that can protect her.

The one who shattered my control and walked out like it hadn’t meant a goddamn thing. I scrubbed the clip back, zeroed in on the still frame. Froze it. Zoomed in until the pixels blurred. But even through the grain, I could see it, that defiance, raw and unfiltered. That mouth. The one that spit fire and tasted like trouble. That mouth that told me, I don’t care what you want. My chest clenched. Not with emotion. With focus. The comm panel on my desk beeped. Cassian stepped in, smooth as always, dressed in obsidian. He carried a folder in one hand and the quiet certainty of a man who never came empty-handed.