The Alpha's Love

Cassa's POVThree weeks had passed, and I was slowly recovering. In just three days, I'd be able to walk without these damn crutches. Sabrina had been incredibly attentive, constantly by my side, offering words of encouragement even when I couldn't see the light at the end of the tunnel. But despite her efforts, the monotony of being confined to this room was driving me insane. Staring out of the window, unable to move freely, it felt like a prison.I had met Doctor Adam, expecting some old geezer, but to my surprise, he was a good-looking man just a few years older than me. Every week, he'd visit, checking up on my progress and occasionally mentioning my grandfather, Daniel Sullivan. Apparently, my grandfather was one of the investors of the hospital where Adam worked, and Doctor Adam couldn't sing his praises enough. Not that I cared much; I barely knew my grandparents, having left their strict household to pursue my dreams in Los Angeles after secondary."How are you feeling, Ali?"

Cassa's POVMy eyes narrowed as I scanned the list of tasks I was expected to perform. They were duties I had never imagined myself doing, akin to that of a servant, or worse, a prisoner serving her captor! I fought the urge to crumple the paper in my hand, my nails digging into my palm as I suppressed my frustration.The Mayor had departed for town, leaving two men to guard me. At the bottom of the smooth, finely printed paper, it stated that the rules would take effect once I was fully recovered. Bitterness welled up inside me, and I let out an exaggerated sigh.Pushing myself up from the divan, I approached the stairs but hesitated. An idea struck me—I would explore the house to familiarize myself with my surroundings.It was already noon when I had entered the room, my legs aching from the walk. The house was sprawling, second only to a mansion, and I nearly lost my way if not for Carter, one of the guards, accompanying me. I carried a paper bag delivered by the Mayor's driver ten

I observed Cassa ascend the stairs, her light footsteps echoing until she reached the room, marked by the clicking lock of the door.Silence enveloped the house, an unexpected occurrence at this hour, signaling my mother's visit. Such an occurrence must hold significance. Yesterday, I conversed with Paps, discussing my cousin Theodore's predicament. He sought assistance regarding a case he found himself entangled in. Paps relayed that Theodore's actions were in self-defense; however, the victim was not a werewolf but a fellow human—the son of a senator.Theodore was familiar to me—a decent lad, loyal to family and pack. His involvement in such a grave matter was unforeseen. At twelve, he was still in his human form, lacking the strength of his wolf until the age of fourteen. With the senator's influential connections, Theodore faced a high probability of imprisonment. The Ganther family's plea for aid, channeled through Paps, seemed logical given our Montalvo's ties to politics.Perha

Cassa's POVThe car came to a halt in front of a house, and as we passed through the town, I couldn't shake the feeling that the place wasn't too far away from civilization. We drove past a ranch just a few meters away from the house. It was a grand mansion, with a majestic fountain standing proudly in front. However, my mind couldn't let go of the memory of the wolves chasing us. Three of them had rushed towards us, and I could still hear their growls echoing in my ears. I felt like I was watching a scene unfold before my eyes, yet my voice was lost in the chaos of it all. I was confused, trying to make sense of what was happening around me. Mrs. Montalvo apologized for the incident, but she urged me to find a place where the pack warriors wouldn't be able to track us. "Why are those wolves after us?" I asked her, my voice filled with concern. "They're here to kill you," she replied matter-of-factly. "My son is too confident that the omegas guarding you will be enough to keep you

I stared out of the window of Mayor’s office, my gaze fixed on the lively scene in the plaza below. I couldn't help but imagine myself there, capturing the moment with my camera. However, my daydreaming was abruptly interrupted when Mayor Montalvo placed file boxes on my table, just a few steps away."Sort these files by date and place them back on my desk when you're done," he instructed before retreating to his seat.I reached for the files stored in the organizer, my mind still half lost in my daydream. There were three files, and I couldn't deny the weariness that settled upon me. It seemed that whenever Julius didn't have appointments in town, he would keep me occupied with an endless stream of work.Resting my feet on the cold floor, I felt a slight relief from the pain that had been plaguing me. I began sorting the files, arranging them in chronological order from the latest date to the oldest. Every so often, I glanced at Julius, who was engrossed in his laptop, typing away. I