His fingers are touching my thighs, but his eyes hold no emotion for me to tell his thoughts. It’s unusual.

“Cassian?” I press my hands on his chest, but not in a way to resist him, but to feel his heart’s rhythm.

“I told you it's all about the primal instinct,” he says, bringing his lips to touch mine.

My hands let go off his chest as our lips touch, our tongue having a taste of each other. It feels different, not like it used to be.

He withdraws himself from me, and our eyes are locked to each other.

I have so many questions to ask him, but his eyes on me seem to answer them. His face… he was the werewolf who'd stood beside them, and had chased me out of my home.

“It's true… Cassian, it’s true…” My voice is shaky as I step back from him.

“What's that about?” He asks, feigning ignorance of what I mean.

“My parents… you killed them… you stood beside their bodies!”

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Things took a shift after Liam's betrayal of selling me out to Alpha Cassian. It awoke every thought and trauma I'd buried within me, having them come alive to haunt me.

Cassian wanted my essence for his curse, to perform a bloodshroud that was supposed to be his cure and the end of me. But he didn't go on with it. Strangely, he called me his mate. How was that even possible since I was a human and he was a werewolf?

I’d thought a human like me couldn't become a werewolf, but Cassian wouldn't let go of his claim.

I felt darkness and chaos around him, but soon, I started to fall for him. I wanted to keep everything behind me even though the memory of my parents’ death still haunted me.

But at the new leaf I was about to turn, I discovered Cassian must have killed my parents, soaked himself with their blood, and chased me out of my home.

How was I supposed to go on with this revelation?

I thought my point was clear to her, and that she's ready to accept that as her fate. But it doesn't seem so. She's fully hooked on me.


Her body is all over me as her tears still pour out, wetting my shirt. I hate that I have to feel the warmth of her body. Not again. But guilt won't let me let her go. Even if I want to, she appears too fragile. How am I supposed to push her off?


"I still can't believe it…" she keeps on saying, as though reciting a poem she's composed for this special moment.


"We can't change what has happened," I mutter.


She clings tighter. "It's awfully painful."


"I just need comfort, especially from you."


Comforting her shouldn't be about holding me this close like she's caught a thief.


"Cassian?" Her voice cracks. "I need to let go of this pain and focus on a future with you."


It's not the right time to spill such words, not for a grieving lady.


Chapter 63 - A subtle seduction