Cassian's POV"Impossible! Alpha Orvyn is alive?!" I startled, staring Alphonso square in the eye across the red oak. His face was straight, rid of doubt. He couldn't have survived the strike. No supernatural creature in the realm.had the power to pull out the dagger. How could that be? It wasn't impossible for Orvyn to house a witch, regardless, the powers of a witch are far below the supremacy of Endor.I leaned forward, arms crossed on the table. Alphonso had brought report of the investigation, to my chambers. The news of Alpha Orvyn being alive still left me rattled. I dug the blade deep into his chest. How did he... "Are you certain of what you heard from Kazamir? Perhaps, you misconstrued his claim of death for life." I tempered my voice to a whisper, speaking between gritted teeth. "I plunged the dagger into his chest with my own hands. There's no way in hell he could have survived that!""Alpha Kazamir was very sure about his claim, My Lord. It's crystal clear that Alpha O

Cassian's POVI followed obediently behind him, taking each step with a slight creak in response. I gathered the coat over me, blanketing a greater part of my face as the coat would allow. We appeared into a hallway with rooms on both sides of the wall, as we headed down the narrow hallway. I trust the big man to lead me to his sister without playing pranks on me. I placed my hand over the hilt of my dagger snagged to my side under my coat. I always have it handy for self defense. Where claws ended, a double edged Venus sliver blade assumed the spotlight.The had no doors for privacy. Transparent colourful linens hung above the entryway to each room, revealing the rumbustious activities happening withing each room.The scent of fresh oil and spilled cum swam mingled with the screams and lavish grunts of "Fuck!" "Suck that dick!" "Bend over!" And other profanities that were a norm in a whore house. I was aware of the faintest thrusts- blame it to my already burgeoning cock. From the

Cassian's POV"I'll not concede to this balderdash!" Lord Logan raved, red in the face. He turned to Trisha and said, "word about you was that you're a strict business woman, and it was in that faith I made transactions with you. I paid in full to have that whore as my sex slave," he pointed at me and continued, "he's an Alpha doesn't mean he can come in here to bully me and ruin my night! You must honour your word! This is a gross slap to my calibre!""Do not talk to me in that manner," I stepped forward, fuming with bottled rage. I don't know how long I can hold up my beast. Calling our female a whore to our face was not the kind of compliment we were okay with. "Trust me when I say this, there won't be a third time."Truth be admitted, Rhoda was the sole reason this old man wasn't dead yet. Doesn't he have a mate? He stood up to me, as if he could really stand up to me. "And what will you do, uhn? You're no Alpha of mine. I kneel and bow to Alpha Kazamir alone." He spoke his next w

Olive's POVWhat could they be doing here? How did they get past the border undetected? My insides knotted and my throat went dry. The Mutes were a notorious duo, known across the realm for their bestiality and ruthlessness in killing their victims. More than spies, The Mutes have built for themselves quite an insalubrious reputation to make even an Alpha gulp in fear.Whoever they have have their eyes upon was as good as dead, sooner or later. For them to be here, it means their target was here. And with the intensity at which they were looking at Orvyn, it means only one thing..."Oh no," I mumbled. The notion frightened me to the point of wilting. "Orvyn's life is in danger.""Princess?" Conrad noticed the change in my mood. "Is everything all right?""No, it's not." I lifted the helms of my dress and ran up the steps to meet Orvyn. He was still addressing his pack members, putting their fears at bay, planted by Elean's last words. Grumbles and murmurs erupted from the crowd belo

Orvyn's POV"My son! Oh, my son." A woman wept over one of the dead men, comforted by an older man who I assumed was her mate. He tried his best to comfort both her and himself, fighting back his own tears. "He was our only son. Who did this to our son? I can't even look at him." She buried her face into her mates chest, sobbing profusely.A lady rushed into the circle, breaking through the throng. She had a new born baby swaddled in her arms. Her gown was blood-stained, and her face pale from childbirth."Nooo!" She screamed, falling to her knees beside another dead wolf. "No! No! No! You can't die now, Bertrand. Please, don't do this to me. Please, get up. The Moon has blessed us with a son after these years." She staggered backward, losing track of her strength.Olive detached herself from me and went to stand by her. She wept along with the helpless lady, keeping her baby firm. In the midst of the conundrum, the baby slept silently, oblivious of his dead father, nor the tear drops