Chapter 7
Gemma
“You think I’m going to let you take half of everything me and my grandfather built?” Cassian snarls.
One of his hands is against my back, pressing me against him. The other grips my chin and forces me to look up at him. “Are you finally revealing your endgame? Proving that you’re not the obedient little rabbit my grandfather thinks you are?”
I should shove him off of me after what he did to me last time he
held me like this, but heat sparks, and my mind blanks out for a
second at the feel of him.
He laughs coldly and strokes a finger down my cheek. “Not a rabbit. You’re a vulture, aren’t you? Just like the rest of them.”
Asshole! I can’t help the way my body reacts to his when he has me this close to him, so I decide to get away. I push against him,
but he doesn’t let me go.
“I’m not like them.”
By “them” I mean his family-aunts, uncles, and cousins.
They may be the most powerful wolf–blood mafia family anyone
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has ever heard of, but no one knows the truth: that they
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practically bring themselves down at least once a year from all the in–fighting between them.
Cassian despises it.
When I don’t answer right away, his fingers pinch my chin hard enough that I wonder if my skin will bruise.
He always forgets I don’t have full wolf strength, and how even for
a wolf, he is so strong.
“Bullshit,” he whispers.
His eyes go to my lips, and I can feel him getting hard against my stomach. I shiver. I want him so badly. I want to taste him, to let him push me up against a wall in this apartment and fuck me until
both of our anger is sated.
Maybe it’s unhealthy of me, but the desire to feel him again claws at my insides. It’s like I can’t be whole until he claims me again.
And that is so stupid, because he never will.
I shove the desire down. Then I shove Cassian away. Hard.
This time, he lets me go. “If I wanted your family businesses and was as bad as you think I am, I’d find a way to get pregnant with
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your child and then divorce you.”
“Are you?” he snarls.
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“No!” I shake my head. “We had sex once. You used a condom. Even my luck isn’t that bad!”
But if I did have his child, they would be the heir to the Smokewind Pack and all of its businesses, both legal and otherwise.
It’s part of what Donovan wants of me–for me to have Cassian’s baby. In fact, it might be most of what he wants. But I have no idea
why.
He never did actually tell me why he offered all of this, and I’ve never pushed him very hard to reveal his reasons.
Cassian stalks toward me. Even though I want to stand my ground, there’s so much menace oozing off of him.
I can’t help the frisson of fear that goes down my spine and I have
to back away.
“Good. Because if you had my child,” he growls, Zephyr flashing
in his eyes, “I would never, ever let you go.”
I exhale hard at his statement. At what the desire in his eyes and
that tone of possession do to me. Goddess, I want his child so
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badly. I want him.
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Then Cassian blinks and shakes his head. The heat in his expression is replaced with cold boredom. “But you never will. You know that. And there will be no divorce. My grandfather wants us
married. We stay married.”
I do know he doesn’t want me to have his child, but his reminder
still chills the heat growing in my core like ice water dumped over my head.
For three years I’ve wanted his baby. Donovan won’t stop giving
me potions and medicines and vitamins that are supposed to help
me get pregnant.
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But for three years, he didn’t even touch me, except for that one
night when he was drunk.
“I’m not good enough to have your baby, anyway, am I, Alpha
Blackwell? That’s okay. I’m sure Reyna will be an excellent
mother.”
He frowns, and I take the moment to turn and slip away from him. I walk to the window and cross my arms over my chest. I’m trying to keep from shaking. I don’t want him to see the effect he has on
- me.
Though, with his sharp wolf senses, he knows. He must be able to
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scent my arousal.
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“I’ve signed the divorce papers I left on that table,” I say after a long stretch of silence. “Just sign them, too, and you can do whatever you want.”
There’s more silence. I wonder if he’s left.
Finally, I can’t take it anymore, and I turn around.
The arrogant bastard is lounging on Zina’s couch like he owns the
place.
He looks so beautiful, so strong, but so damn arrogant I could
scream.
“I’m calling a meeting of everyone who’s involved in the smuggling
part of our operation at the warehouse tomorrow. You’re going to
be there.”
“Am I?” I retort.
He says, “Reyna will be there, so keep your attitude in check and
don’t cause trouble.”
I look into his dangerously captivating night sky eyes and feel my heart twist painfully.
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So, he came to scold me, and stayed to warn me to behave in
front of his mistress?
Typical.
I force myself to be calm. To smile that smile I know he likes as I
stroll over.
I don’t break eye contact as I lean over Zina’s coffee table, letting
him get an eyeful of my cleavage in my low–cut nightgown.
He looks. He looks for a long time.
The desire in his eyes makes me feel powerful in a way I never
have.
“And what if I do cause trouble?” I purr.
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