Chapter 42: The Big Wolves

Cassian's POV

While Alphonso attended to Mount Cara, I sought an avenue to satisfy my cravings. At dark, I stole out of my lonely chambers to the whorehouse just outside the castle walls, donned in a hooded fur coat. Taking the east wing through the frosty rocky lane, I humped down to the buzzling house.

The snow was heavy that night, determined to bury any object in sight. There was hardly any sign of life loitering the night. At a time as this, hot soup was the best and first choice, while others opted for a blazing release.

Those others is where I fall.

Rhoda. I'd never desired someone this much; not even Olive. There's something about this whore Olive was lacking in. I can't place a claw on it now, but I'm about to find out.

I approached the door to the storey, adjusting the hood of my coat. On a night like this, in a place like this, secrecy was key. I won't be surprised if Alpha Kazamir have his men strapped to my heels.

The chronic scent of booze and sex obstructed my airway.