Cassian's POV
This is ridiculous.
The whole situation I'm in feels like a joke. A second mate? And an eighteen-year-old on top of it?!
I really want to rip everything to shred because of the anger and frustration I'm feeling right now.
I can't think straight. I'm still not over my mate's death. My true mate's death.
My wounds are still fresh. I just recently started giving rogues another chance and the goddess is already playing games with me.
Well, I'm not playing her games anymore. I'm not going to give into this sick fate.
"Cassian," My father's voice snapped me out of my thoughts as I entered the private living area in the pack house. Everyone was in there, waiting for me to return. I didn't reply to him as I walked straight towards the liquor cabinet and poured myself a glas
