Cassandra’s POV
We moved fast.
Alec veered left, I darted right—closing in on the shadow that didn’t belong. The traitor barely had time to react before Alec was on him, slamming him against the stone wall with enough force to make the air shudder.
Alec’s grip was brutal, his silver eyes glowing with fury. “Who sent you?”
The spy—a pack warrior, one of our own—struggled against his hold, but Alec didn’t budge. The raw power radiating off him was enough to make even the most hardened warrior cower.
I stepped forward, flipping my dagger in my hand, my voice sharp as steel. “If you lie, I’ll know.”
The spy’s breathing hitched. His gaze flickered—not with fear, but hesitation.
And that’s when I knew.
He was more afraid of someone else than he was of us.
Alec must have realized it too. His grip tightened like a vice. “Who are you working for?”
The spy exhaled shakily, his muscles going rigid. “I can’t.”
Alec’s snarl was deadly. “You can’t, or you won’t?”
The spy’s jaw clenched. Then, so quietly I almost missed it—
“They’re already inside.”
A sharp chill ran down my spine.
Inside?
I turned to Alec. His expression was unreadable, but I could feel his rage boiling beneath the surface, barely restrained.
The spy struggled again, voice low, desperate. “You don’t understand. You think this is about rogues?” His gaze snapped to me. “It’s bigger than that.”
My chest tightened. “Then tell us.”
His lips parted—
But before he could speak—
A silver blade shot through the air, piercing his throat.
I gasped, stepping back as warm blood splattered onto my boots.
Alec cursed, jerking backward as the spy collapsed to the ground.
Dead.
Executed before he could reveal the truth.
I whirled around, scanning the rooftops, the shadows, anywhere the attacker could be hiding.
But whoever had thrown the blade?
They were already gone.
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Alec’s POV
The castle was too quiet.
Too still.
I paced in my war room, the tension in my muscles coiling tighter with every second.
The spy was dead.
Silenced before he could talk.
And the worst part?
He was right.
This wasn’t just about rogues. This was something deeper. Something inside these walls.
A traitor.
Cassie stood across from me, arms crossed, her expression thunderous. “We need to find them.”
I exhaled sharply. “And we will.”
She shook her head. “No, Alec. We need to do it fast.”
She was right.
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The Lycan Pack's Luna
FantasyCassandra Primrose had spent her life training for war, never for a mate bond. But when fate ties her to Alexander Knight, the ruthless Lycan King, she refuses to submit. Alec is powerful, feared, and completely unwilling to let her go. She is his m...
