My fury assassin mate

Caesar’s past

Caesar Vanguard's life had never been easy, nor had it been kind. Born into the Night Dynasty pack, he had always known what it meant to be in the shadow of his father, Steele Vanguard. His name alone was enough to strike fear into anyone who heard it—Alpha of the Night Dynasty, a powerful, ruthless leader who ruled with an iron fist, commanding respect through terror. To Caesar, his father was more of a tyrant than a parent. And though Caesar had grown strong under his father's oppressive rule, he never asked for the cruelty that came with it.

The Vanguard estate was a vast mansion, perched atop a jagged cliff where the winds howled, and the moonlight shone cold and indifferent through the heavy windows. The mansion, a monument to wealth and power, was never a place of warmth or comfort. It was a place where silence reigned, broken only by the occasional angry shout or the sound of fists hitting flesh. It was a place that would haunt Caesar’s memories for the rest of his life.

Steele Vanguard, Caesar’s father, was a man whose rage consumed him. He had everything—status, wealth, and power—but it was never enough. The only thing that kept him tethered to the world was his family. Or so he thought.

Luna Sheila, Caesar’s mother, had always been the gentle, compassionate soul that kept the pack together, often serving as the emotional anchor for the others. She was a woman who had been bound by the mate bond to Steele, but over time, their bond was slowly eroded by the constant cruelty he inflicted upon her. Sheila had once been fiercely in love with Steele, but that love had turned to ash as his temper grew more volatile and his abuse more frequent.

At first, Steele’s anger had been reserved for the pack members. He would lash out at them when things went wrong, punishing them for mistakes that were not their own. It was an easy way to maintain control—fear was a powerful weapon. But as time wore on, Steele's rage began to turn inward. Sheila, once his partner and love, became the primary target of his fury.

Caesar was only a child when he first witnessed his father's wrath toward his mother. He would lie awake at night, hearing the muffled sounds of his mother’s sobs as Steele's voice thundered through the halls. Sheila was a quiet woman by nature, never one to confront or argue, but Steele's abuse left her no choice but to remain silent, suffering in a cage of her own making. And Caesar, trapped between his loyalty to his mother and his growing fear of his father, had no way to help.

There was one night that stood out in Caesar's mind—one that changed everything.

It had been a particularly brutal evening. Caesar had heard his mother cry out, and, unable to take it any longer, he ran from his bedroom, hoping to stop the violence, but by the time he reached the hallway, his father had already thrown his mother to the floor. His sharp words cut through the air, each one a venomous strike that tore at her spirit.

“You’re weak, Sheila. No wonder the pack is falling apart! You should have known better than to fall in love with someone like me. You don’t belong here. You’re nothing but a disappointment! That’s why I cheated on you.”

Caesar had rushed into the room, his heart pounding in his chest, but Steele, in a fit of rage, threw him aside with the force of a storm. His father had never struck him before—not like this.

"Stay out of it, boy," Steele snarled, his voice low and dangerous. "You have no idea what it means to be an Alpha. I will not be disrespected in my own home."

Caesar, still a child, had felt the sting of betrayal. It was the first time he had ever seen his mother truly broken—her pride and spirit crushed under the weight of Steele’s hatred. It was at that moment that he realized the depth of his father’s cruelty.

As the years passed, Sheila’s tolerance for Steele’s cruelty wore thin. It wasn’t until Caesar was on the brink of turning 16 that Sheila found the strength to finally leave. The breaking point came when she discovered that Steele had fathered a child with a human woman—an affair that tore through Sheila’s heart like a dagger. She knew he was unfaithful in their marriage and she endured it all for the sake of Caesar, her son. But a bastard child? That she couldn’t condone.

The moment Sheila found out, she made the decision that would change their lives forever. She couldn’t take it any longer. The mate bond she shared with Steele had long since been severed—her love had died, buried beneath years of abuse. The betrayal was the final straw.

Caesar remembered that day clearly. He had been in his room, his thoughts heavy with the growing tension between his parents, when his mother came to him. She was calm, too calm, and that’s when he knew something was wrong.

"Caesar," Sheila said, her voice steady, though it trembled slightly. "I can’t do this anymore. I’m leaving."

Caesar was stunned. "What do you mean? You can’t leave... He’s your mate. He’s your Alpha!"

But Sheila shook her head, her green eyes filled with a sadness Caesar had never seen before. "He stopped being my mate the day he started hitting me. I deserve better than this. And so do you. I’ve waited too long for him to change, but he’s never going to. I need to protect you, Caesar. From him. From everything."

"Where will you go?" Caesar asked, his voice hoarse, a lump forming in his throat.

She smiled softly, brushing a stray tear from her cheek. "I’m leaving with you. We’re going to start fresh. We’re going to be free of him, free of everything."

It was then that Caesar realized—his mother, the woman who had once been so strong, was finally breaking free. But she wasn’t just leaving Steele. She was leaving the pack, their home, everything Caesar had known for all his life.

Then he made a decision he thought he would never make. It was the first step in a journey he had never thought he would take. He refused. He couldn’t leave the pack, his people to suffer at the hands of his cruel father. He had to stay and protect them or so he thought.

Two years after Sheila left, Caesar regretted his decision. He should have followed his mum when she was offering, he thought there was still hope for his father to change, at least after his mate left. To his surprise, Steele became much more fierce and wicked to everyone around him. So Caesar decided to leave. He couldn’t stay in the pack anymore—not with the memories of what his father had done, not with the constant fear of what might happen next. The pack had been torn apart by Steele’s cruelty, and Caesar couldn’t stomach being a part of it any longer. Yes, he was running away…

"I’m leaving," Caesar told Logan one night, as they sat on the edge of the pack lands, looking out at the horizon. "I’ve had enough of him. I can’t live this life anymore."

Logan had never questioned his loyalty to Caesar. He had known from the start that Caesar’s decision to leave was inevitable. He had seen the way Steele treated him, the way the pack had turned a blind eye to his father’s actions. And he had seen the pain it caused.

"I’m coming with you, man," Logan had said, his voice unwavering. "I’ve been by your side since day one. Wherever you go, I go. We’ll make it work."

The two had left that night, sneaking away from the pack and disappearing into the human world. The Night Dynasty pack was a shadow of its former self, and Caesar didn’t want to be a part of the nightmare any longer. But he promised himself to come back and redeem his pack and his home.