A Pendant and a damsel
1637 Words
The next day, while getting ready for breakfast, Cassandra heard her phone ping as she finished dressing up and furrowed her brows.
She walked to the bed and picked up her phone, her fingers lingering on the message notification that popped up, one name she didn't want to bother about in the morning.
“No updates? Come back, Cassandra. I know you need me,”
Caleb's message was like a curse that made her blood boil.
She kept looking at the phone, suppressing the urge to throw it at the wall and break it, hoping it would shake Caleb's confidence that she still loved him after everything he had done to her, after the betrayal.
But had she really stopped?
Her heart beat in an erratic rhythm as she tried to control her mind to stop thinking about the public humiliation.
Was she that easy to replace? Love blinded her to that level, so she let him make a joke out of her years of persistence and hard work.
The doubt started creeping in.
Cassandra looked at her reflection, her eyes almost reddening with unshed tears, reminding her why she was in this Divine Bloodlust Pack.
At the entrance of her room, she saw Alpha Joaquin leaning on the door frame, and her ears turned red.
She didn't want him to see her in this state. So weak and…. predictable.
He didn't say anything. He just stood there, watching her, his gaze calm. Yet the expression brewing in his eyes appeared as if he could read the storm she invited in her mind just because of reading that text.
“Let's go,” Cassandra tried to steal away her gaze and walk past him.
But the man held her hand, stopping her from stepping further into the corridor.
Cassandra looked up at the man, unsure.
“Can we not talk about it?” She asked, almost pleading.
They knew what she was talking about, and the man smirked.
“When did I say I wanted to talk about that?” Alpha Joaquin mused before he pulled her back into her room.
Cassandra's pupils dilated. The storm in her mind suddenly shifted winds as her attention focused on the domineering man before her.
“What are you doing?” She asked, almost gasping.
Alpha Joaquin didn't answer her.
He walked to her in slow yet powerful strides before stopping right before her, invading her privacy again.
He pulled out a pendant from his pocket..
Cassandra briefly looked at the locket before focusing on the man, waiting for the explanation.
“It's a scent-storing powder. My scent,” Alpha Joaquin said.
The girl raised her brows.
“And why would I wear your scent on me?” She asked, her tone almost defiant.
She was a married woman. How could he ask her for something so obnoxious?
“I told you, Miss Cassandra. In my pack, you smell like one of us or nothing at all,” Alpha Joaquin whispered, leaning near her neck, but stopped when he felt someone else's presence near the door.
His beta, Fredrick, walked to the room.
“Alpha, you should–” The man stopped when he looked at the two.
“Or do you prefer wearing Beta Jonas’s scent?” Joaquin asked.
Jonas Fredrick’s eyes widened immediately at the words, and he gulped.
“Hey, keep me out of it. I am mated. My wife would kill me,” Jonas raised his hand in defence, unsure what was going on before he left meticulously.
Cassandra pressed her lips into a thin line before sighing dejectedly. She removed her hair from her neck and turned around.
Alpha Joaquin's brows quirked. He didn't expect her to accept so quickly, but it only strengthened his belief into something he had been looking into, and he couldn't help but smile lopsidedly.
He placed the little jewellery around her neck, his fingertips brushing against her nape as he locked it, making her chew her bottom lip nervously.
“Don't doubt yourself,” he said once she turned around.
“Hmm?” She asked, confused.
“You wondered if you were so easy to replace or were never enough to be Luna. And that was why he chose another woman over you. Don't do it,” Alpha Joaquin hit the nail on the head.
Cassandra hated him for it. She hated how right he was and that she couldn't rebuke him when he looked at her with such domineering surety.
“You are more than enough,” Alpha Joaquin said, his gaze intense and meaningful before he walked out of the room.
Cassandra sighed, turning to the mirror as she checked her reflection.
She noticed how beautiful the pendant was. If not for Alpha Joaquin's words, she would've almost believed it was some ancient antique because of its unique design.
Then again, maybe everything was extravagant regarding the strongest pack and the most feared alpha.
She looked at her phone before taking a deep breath.
Alpha Joaquin was right. She was more than enough; if Caleb failed to see that, it wasn't her fault.
“Don't disappoint me with your alpha duties,” Cassandra sent the message before placing the phone back on the nightstand.
She had no use for it anyway.
After having breakfast sent to her room since she couldn't join them at the right time, Cassandra went outside to the city to explore the area a little.
Due to some alpha duties, Alpha Callisto had to leave the pack, and he didn't want her to train in his absence, thus leaving her with nothing better to do.
“Something's not right,” Kianna’s sudden alert made Cassandra stop dead in her tracks.
“Are you interested?” A lady stopped her, and Cassandra looked at the antiques she was selling.
“What do you mean by saying something is not right?” Cassandra asked as she smiled at the lady, and looked at a beautiful dagger.
“Someone needs our help,” Kianna said again, and Cassandra rolled her eyes.
“And how would you even know that? Stop trying to get me into trouble,” Cassandra said.
However, if she thought Kianna was ready to drop the matter, she was wrong.
As soon as she held the dagger, she felt a shooting pain in her head, making her gasp loudly.
“I said someone needs our help and we should check,” Kianna persisted.
This was the first time Kianna had given her a hard time. Apart from never turning around and showing herself, she was a pretty, docile wolf.
Left with no choice, Cassandra let Kianna guide her to wherever she wanted her to go and noticed how she was taking her to the forests.
“Kianna, I swear if you put me into trouble –” The rest of the words stuck in Cassandra's throat when she noticed the scene before her.
Four rogues stood around a girl who was bleeding profusely while crying and wailing for help.
The girl was on her knees, her hand covering her womb, and her heart struck painfully at the sight.
There was no doubt that if a woman was protecting her belly, what it meant.
“Did you think you could run from us?” The rogues looked at the woman before they grabbed her hair and rubbed her face on the ground.
“Tough luck, b***h. No one's ever escaped our clutches,” the other rogue said.
Cassandra sighed.
“Well, tough luck, b*stards, you never faced a real warrior before,” Cassandra said.
She cracked the bones in her neck.
“Another b***h? It looks like we hit our luck today. We will get good money for both of them,” The rogues grinned.
It wasn't rocket science for Cassandra to understand that these rogues were into human trafficking, and her blood boiled at the thought.
She had been trying to look into this matter after a little girl from their pack was kidnapped and sent into that business, only to recover dead.
Cassandra scoffed. She pulled out her dagger from her pocket.
“You want to fight us? You think you are something just from some shitty pack training?” one of the rogues chuckled and ran towards her, ready to leave before getting caught.
However, as soon as he reached her, Cassandra bent backwards right in time, plunging her dagger into his thighs, his hands, and then straight into his chest within a couple of seconds.
Everything happened so quickly that it was hard for the rogues to understand.
The rogue’s body fell on the ground.
Dead.
The other rogues looked at the girl and clenched their fists before they rushed forward to avenge their friend.
Cassandra was ready to fight, and she struck first, jumping into the air to kick the rogue as she unleashed her training onto them.
Everything was happening too quickly, but for the girl who was bleeding from her forehead, it was like a movie scene happening in slow motion.
She looked at her savior, a graceful girl wearing leather pants who was butchering the rogues like vegetables.
Once she was done with her work, Cassandra called the Alpha of the nearby pack, the closest one, to deal with the mess before she looked at the girl.
“Which pack do you belong to? I'll drop you,” she said.
“Divine Bloodlust Pack,” the woman said softly.
Cassandra's pupils dilated. She didn't expect such a remarkable coincidence.
She checked on the girl's wounds, but that wasn't the most important thing. They needed to get her baby checked, too.
“Let's go,” Cassandra said as she helped the woman into her car once they got out of the forest before driving to the pack.
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