Chapter 46
Her smile faded and her brows slowly drew together. She wasn’blind, she knew James was being sincere with her and could hear it in his voice. It was hard for a proud man to humble himself and say he was sorry even in a situation like this here he had been in the wrong so deeply. But could she trust im at all? She had told him she would think about it over
was sitting in front of her. The best and quickest a few days. It was the best answer she could give at the moment when h response she could come up with to avoid any kind of confrontation If she said the first thing that came to her mind, which was a big ‘Fuck you‘ and ‘Go to hell.’ She had to be smarter this time around. Take a few days to recover, convince Jett he had to leave with her, and then get the hell out of there when the alpha wasn’t looking.
He was insane if he thought for a minute she would want to stick around after everything he did to her. The weeks and months of torture she and Jett went through just because he was not confident enough in his own security of his pack. Cassidy snorted a little in disgust. “Should have just told his ass no.” She complained but got the silent sad whine of her wolf in her mind reminding her about a fresh start. “Nope. You get second chances if you maybe say something mean or have a small misunderstanding. He tortured us… He starved us… He was going to kill us. He doesn’t get forgiveness.” She said in a bitter cold tone. “He is no better than the rogues… if not worse.” She said to herself, already making up her mind. James Black could not be trusted.
Cassidy managed to get up out of the bed and went to the bathroom where she relieved herself, washed her hands and looked over herself in the mirror for the first time since her shift. She stared, dumbfounded for a second at her reflection. It wasn’t uncommon for transitioning wolves coming out of their younger teen years to fully shift into a near adult body when they had their first shift–back from their wolf. Cassidy had lived without her wolf for so long, it was never something the thought about or considered.
For everything that had happened to her in that prison she looked hardly untouched. Her hair was healthier, a little longer. Her honey gold eyes were a little brighter. She must have grown an inch or two but she just looked… healthy. Very healthy. She surprisingly felt healthy too. She admired herself for a few minutes longer before she left the bathroom and went to the open windows to peek out of the light curtains. Across a road there was a playground where children were playing tag and others were playing on the equipment. She watched them for only a few seconds before there was a knock at the door and a woman about the same age as her, maybe a little older but strikingly beautiful with pale skin and ink black hair came in with a strained smile and a wheelchair.
“Alpha requested I bring you to the pack house. He insists that for your first trip out of bed you go in a wheelchair.” She said in a tone Cassidy was sure the woman was trying to make sound sweet, but she could pick up the undertones of emotions that left a bad taste in her mouth. Or maybe she was smelling it from the woman? She didn’t know…
“I will walk. I don’t care what your alpha ordered you to do, He is not my Alpha and I do not have to obey him.” Cassidy said firmly as she and the woman faced each other.
The other woman looked Cassidy up and down for a moment and then shrugged before she stepped out of the door. “Follow me then. I will take you to the Pack house.”
Cassidy frowned and followed after the woman that said she was going to take her to the pack house. Nearly every single soul they passed by stared at her like she had three heads as they passed open doors, nurses and the entrance desk. She held her hand up to shield her eyes when she stepped out of the building, the sun seeming to be a hell of a lot brighter than she remembered. She had paused for only a second to let her eyes adjust, but quickly ran down the steps to kee with the fast moving she–wolf that was leading her. “My name is Cassidy…” she said, offering out her name to try and make some friendly conversation, but that backfired quickly.
“I don’t give a shit what your name is.” The other woman said with a growl and turned sharply to face Cassidy, her eyes going down and back up the rogue she–wolf that had somehow spelled their alpha into inviting her into the pack house. She let her eyes linger on the short shorts and form fitting teeshirt Cassidy had been sleeping in. “How is it… someone like you… convinced him to let you out of the prison and into his home? How many dicks did you suck and fuck to get out of the prison after you attacked us?” the woman spat at Cassidy
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Cassidy was shocked at first. Completely floored by the Venom in the womans voice and the hatred in her eyes. She was unaccustomed to big packs and their inner workings. Hell, her small pack had always been like a family to her and she had never expérienced jealousy from other wolves. Her mouth came open to speak, but no words would form.
“Yeah. Thats what I thought.” The woman said with a triumphant smirk as if she had figured Cassidy all out from the “silence. “The alpha is already taken… So don’t get your hopes up.”
The last sentence from the woman had Cassidy growling before she even knew it. “Taken?” she asked, now realizing that scent and bitter taste in the air was that of jealousy from the other female. It happened in slow motion, Cassidy felt her wolf rise up in aggression at being confronted in–such a way. A different kind of anger burning through her. Possessive and jealous, the wolf wanted the other she–wolfs blood and now. Cassidy bared her teeth and much like the wild rogue she had been accused of being, she stepped towards the woman with malicious intent. “Listen here bitch…” she got out before a hand gripped her arm painfully tight and gave her a swift jerk backwards, breaking that intense focus she had on the other
woman.
With her focus broken on the jealous woman, that anger turned to whoever had grabbed her and she turned, swinging her fist without warning only for her hand to be caught in a crushing, squeezing grip. “Thats not nice…” a deep voice rumbled.
Sara Lili is a daring romance writer who turns icy landscapes into scenes of fiery passion. She loves crafting hot love stories while embracing the chill of Iceland’s breathtaking cold.