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Just then, the door to her office burst open without a knock. Cassia’s head snapped up, her brows knitting in confusion. To her greatest surprise, Alpha Alaric stood there, his face carved with fury.

“Alpha Alaric…” Cassia rose to her feet, her voice steady even though her chest tightened.

“Doctor Cassia… or should I call you Amelia Lopez?” Alaric’s words came between gritted teeth, his fists buried deep in his pockets as if to stop them from lashing out.

Cassia’s gaze hardened, though a flicker of unease coiled in her stomach. “Just Cassia Wrenmoor. I don’t go by Amelia anymore. Amelia died seven years ago.” Her eyes locked with his, unflinching.

Rage stormed through Alaric’s eyes. He couldn’t decide if this was the woman his son was losing his mind over, or some sorceress in disguise. Amelia was undeniably beautiful, her presence commanded attention but he couldn’t comprehend why his son was so obsessed with her.

His nails bit into his palms as he clenched his fists tighter, trying to restrain the violent urge to tear her apart where she stood. She was the daughter of his enemy. Her bloodline was a threat. If not for the fact that she was the only hope for finding the cure his sick Luna needed, Cassia Wrenmoor would already be dead.

He inhaled deeply and forced a smile that never reached his eyes.

“My bad, Doctor Cassia Wrenmoor. I heard about the fire. Such a tragedy.” His tone dripped with mock sympathy. “And I also heard my son invited you into my house. I hope you don’t plan on staying there forever?”

Cassia’s lips parted slightly, her brows arched. She caught the real meaning behind his words instantly. “What exactly are you insinuating, Mr. Alaric?”

“You know what I mean. Aiden is married, with a child, and I…”

“I am very well aware of that,” Cassia cut him off sharply, her voice steady though her pulse raced. “And I have no plans of going back to your son. He’s the one who won’t leave me alone. Maybe you should be talking to him instead, not me.”

Alaric’s jaw tightened. “You’re misunderstanding my…”

“I understand perfectly,” Cassia snapped. Her fingers curled into fists beneath the desk, holding back the fury rising inside her. “I’m married too, and I have a son who is my only focus. Whatever Aiden feels is none of my doing.”

Alaric almost scoffed. What he’d witnessed between them earlier outside the hospital told a different story.

“Now, if you don’t mind, I’d like to get back to work.” Her tone was sharp as glass.

For the first time in a long while, Alaric found himself stunned. She dared to look him in the eye, her voice laced with authority instead of fear. If she weren’t the doctor keeping his Luna alive, he would have taught her a brutal lesson right here.

He turned to leave, but just as his hand touched the doorknob, Cassia’s voice stopped him cold.

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“And one more thing, Mr. Alaric. Don’t barge into my office again. This is a hospital, my workspace, not your house. Remember that.”

Alaric froze. His eyes widened, shock painting his face. No one had ever spoken to him like that. Her audacity rattled him, leaving a bitter taste in his mouth. Without a word, he stormed out, slamming the door behind him.

In the corridor, Alaric dragged a hand through his hair, frustration boiling over. He had never felt so insulted. Just finish the cure, girl, he thought viciously. And the moment you do, I’ll break you piece by piece.

Meanwhile, Cassia wasted no time. She rushed to the door, turned the lock, and leaned against it, her palm pressed to her chest. Only then did she release the breath she hadn’t realized she was holding.

Her mind spun. Why can’t Aiden’s family just leave me alone? Their hatred clung to her like a curse, pressing down on her from all sides.

All she wanted was to find her family, seek justice for her daughter, and leave this cursed pack behind forever. Velaris was her home. Not here.

Cassia forced herself back to her desk, sitting heavily in her chair when her phone began to ring. She glanced at the screen, it was her mother, Seraphina.

“Mom,” she answered softly, relief flickering in her voice.

“Honey, you didn’t call back after you cut off earlier…” Seraphina’s voice was warm, tinged with worry.

“I’m sorry, Mom. I forgot.”

“It’s alright. But tell me…” Seraphina’s voice brightened instantly “you mentioned kissing Damien before he left. So… Do we have a wedding to plan?”

Cassia’s lips curved in the faintest smile despite herself. Her mother never stopped teasing. “Mom, please don’t.”

“I’m serious, sweetheart,” Seraphina laughed softly. “I’m just glad you’re opening up to Damien. He’s waited so long for you, Cassia. He deserves a chance.”

Cassia’s chest tightened. “I know, Mom. And I plan to give him one when he returns.”

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She could hear her mother’s joy through the phone. “Really? Oh my goddess, I’ve waited so long for this day. Tell me, Cassia, do you love him? Does he make you feel that electric spark?”

Cassia’s smile faded. Damien had always been there….steady, kind, and unwavering in his love. He deserved her, no doubt. But her thoughts betrayed her, pulling her back to Aiden. To the way her wolf, who was long dead, would stir violently awake whenever he was near. To the electric pull of his scent, the way her body betrayed her hatred.

With Damien, there was love. But with Aiden… there was fire, dangerous and consuming in a way she could not explain.

She shook her head, forcing Aiden’s image away. Damien was the one she loved, the one she wanted and that

was all that mattered.

“Yes, Mom,” she whispered, her voice fragile. “I love him.”

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