Chapter 5: One Step Closer
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Chapter 5: One Step Closer
(Cassandra's POV)
The room was suffocating.
Elder James, standing stiffly near the center of the gathering, cleared his throat as if dragging himself out of shock. His sharp eyes darted from Alexander to me and then to the offenders who had insulted me earlier.
“Under these circumstances,” Elder James began, his tone forced and begrudging, “apologies are in order.”
The room stilled further, so silent that even the faint rustle of fabrics seemed deafening.
The offending pack members froze, their expressions flickering between humiliation and fury.
“Apologies will be extended,” James pressed. His gaze bore down on the guilty offenders, clearly unwilling to let this public embarrassment reflect poorly on the pack.
Alexander, standing tall and imposing, tilted his masked head slightly, turning toward me.
His voice was smooth, commanding. “Well, Cassandra? Do their apologies satisfy you?”
Every eye in the room turned to me.
I could feel the judging stares of my pack, their expectation that I would cower and nod, eager to appease the powerful Alpha from another territory.
But I wouldn’t play their game.
“No.” My voice cut through the tense air with startling clarity.
The whispers stopped abruptly, the room falling into stunned silence.
I lifted my chin slightly, allowing a faint edge of command to lace my tone. “Perhaps,” I said, my voice steady and deliberate, “they should experience what it feels like to have their wolves forcibly silenced, since they cannot control their tongues.”
For a moment, the tension turned electric.
A few gasps mingled with the whispers that quickly resumed.
I didn’t glance at Sarah, but I could feel her composure faltering, her glare like ice burning into the side of my face. She wanted to lash out, but here, in front of Alexander, she didn’t dare.
Alexander’s mask inclined slightly, an unreadable gesture. “While I appreciate the sentiment,” he said, his voice carrying the faintest hint of intrigue, “perhaps something less permanent?”
He wasn’t mocking me, but his calm suggestion sent a wave of restrained energy rippling through the room.
My mind worked quickly.
“Ten full-force blows to their own faces, then,” I offered. My tone was resolute, my words firm. “Let their wolves feel the sting of their disrespect.”
Behind the polished surface of my neutral expression, my heart raced.
Would he deny me? Would he call me cruel or impulsive?
Instead, Alexander’s gloved hand lifted slightly, silencing the room once more. The black thorns faintly visible beneath his mask pulsed, almost as if they were responding to his mood.
“Acceptable,” he said plainly.
The offending pack members flinched visibly. Their wolves whined softly, recognizing Alexander’s authority.
“Do it,” Elder James barked, his own voice snapping like a whip at the hesitant pack members. “Now.”
One by one, they struck themselves.
Each slap echoed loudly, standing out against the previously hushed atmosphere. Tears of humiliation welled in a few eyes, but they dared not defy the command. Their wolves wouldn’t allow it.
The final strike reverberated through the room, leaving the offenders red-faced and shamed.
Satisfied, I suppressed a smirk.
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Jane.
My half-sister stepped forward abruptly, her expression struggling to remain composed. But her green eyes betrayed her.
They shone with jealousy. Calculation.
“I want to be his mate!” she declared loudly, her voice tight yet filled with determination.
The room stiffened.
Shock flickered through the crowd like wildfire, murmurs buzzing before silence took hold.
Sarah froze from her position near the head of the banquet, her painted lips tightening as she glanced between Jane and Alexander.
Jane’s stare locked on Alexander first, then flicked to me—a sharp, cutting gaze that felt like a challenge.
“I’ll be of age in six months,” she continued, pressing forward despite the awkward tension she’d created. “I’m a true Rivers Pack heir. Not some abandoned—”
Her lips curled in contempt, finishing the thought she didn’t dare finish outright.
Her meaning hung thick in the air.
I wasn’t like her. I wasn’t raised in the luxury of the Rivers Pack. She didn’t need to say it aloud; her glance said it all.
If an abandoned Omega could be chosen for an Alpha of such rank—even one cursed—then surely she—Rivers’ true princess—would be better suited.
Rage simmered low but persistent in my chest.
But I said nothing. I didn’t meet her eyes either. It wasn’t worth acknowledging her challenge.
“Enough.”
Alexander’s voice broke through the moment like steel against stone.
Jane flinched, her body falling rigid as his gaze, even hidden behind his mask, burned into hers.
The obsidian shifted faintly, almost as if the black thorns beneath the surface darkened with his mood.
His presence put the air itself under tension, heavy and sharp.
“I’ve made my choice clear,” he stated firmly.
Jane’s eyes flicked toward Sarah, briefly seeking support, but even Sarah seemed reluctant to press further.
As they stewed in tempered silence, Theo Blake, Alexander’s Beta, stepped forward. His stiff, formal movements displayed none of the frustration he carried moments ago.
In his hands, he carried an ornate chest, polished and gleaming, etched with ancient symbols meant to signify prosperity and respect.
As he opened it, the room collectively went still.
Inside lay a set of deeply aged healing texts, the leather-bound covers exuding an aura of mystical value.
They shone faintly under the light, each symbol pressed into their surfaces carrying a rich power from their long history.
Gasps rippled through the more informed members of the crowd.
These weren’t just formalities. These were treasures. Priceless resources, unmatched in knowledge. Healing texts of such rarity were typically gifted only to the largest and strongest alliances—worth more than what most packs earned in years.
Theo’s voice carried through the stillness. “My Alpha finds your substitute bride,” he said, emphasizing the word with cool sharpness, “more than satisfactory.”
His eyes darted toward me briefly, curiosity lingering for just a moment before he retreated his gaze, maintaining his professional demeanor.
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Alexander shifted his head toward Sarah Rivers now, his tone taking a new edge.
“In fact,” he murmured, calm but cutting, “I was well aware of your plan to offer Cassandra instead of Jane before this banquet.”
The words hit like lightning.
Sarah visibly paled, her fingers tightening faintly against the wine glass she held.
The room began murmuring again as packs whispered among themselves. The Rivers Pack’s reputation was shredding beneath the weight of Alexander’s statement.
“Tomorrow,” Alexander continued smoothly, ignoring the mounting tension and discomfort. “I’d like Cassandra to move to Stone Pack territory.”
The air in my chest stilled.
“We have much,” he said, his head tilting slightly in my direction, “to discuss.”
The soft buzz of my wolf stirring beneath my surface was stifling, almost drowning out my thoughts.
The connection—the thread of second-chance mate energy—hummed through me, faint but undeniable.
And through it, as Alexander spoke, I felt it growing stronger.
The black thorns pulsing through his body resonated faintly with something within me.
Its pattern—its jagged, ancient curse—was becoming clearer in my mind the longer we remained in proximity.
The connection to Nathan.
To his death. It was clear now: the aura around the curse carried remnants of the night that had shattered my world.
But I couldn’t dwell on it, not here.
“Alpha Alexander—” Sarah moved to counter his sudden decisions, her voice tight but laced with clear desperation.
Without speaking another word, Alexander turned and began walking toward the exit.
The sound of his heavy boots on the polished floor replaced the murmur of whispers, silencing the crowd as he departed.
Jamie Kingston followed closely behind him, his amused smirk lingering as he glanced at the stunned Rivers family before disappearing beyond the ballroom doors.
The Rivers Pack was left utterly still, caught between humiliation and anger.
None of them noticed how faint shadows in the room seemed to lean toward me, subtle and unnoticeable, yet unmistakable in their intent.
They responded to me—The Shadow Healer hidden beneath my Omega guise.
I was one step closer to my goal.
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