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?

Sweat beads slick down my face as I stare at the needles, my hands trembling beneath the table.


"Are they meant for me?" My voice cracks.


He studies my expression as though that's some kind of treatment he's offering me. Velora hasn't said anything either, but she's stopped sipping her coffee.


"I don't want to go back into that lane…" I mutter.


I'm not afraid of needles—it's not about the pain from the tips touching my skin. It's about the effect they bring. One of the past memories he made me fall into—the rogue wolves had used needles like those on me.


This moment, I imagine they have a life and will of their own, that all they want is to pierce into me again, forcefully dragging those memories back like an invasion.


I get on my feet. "I… I don't want to…"


I reach the door, but I don't touch the knob.


Chapter 66 - Feeling light