Claimed In The Shadows

Dravina POV

Morning arrived slowly, slipping through the curtains in pale shafts of light that cast long, creeping shadows across the room. But even in the light, Cassian's presence clung to the air heavy, suffocating, inescapable.

The shrill buzz of his phone broke the silence.

He answered it briskly, his tone flat but clipped with irritation.

"Arixen," he said, and my stomach twisted instantly.

Why was Arixen calling him?

Panic surged beneath my skin, my heart hammering against my ribs as I strained to catch whatever I could from the conversation. Cassian's voice cooled with each passing word, the sharp edge of anger curling into it like a blade.

"I see," he said darkly, his eyes snapping to mine cold, accusing, and unreadable.

My chest tightened beneath the weight of his gaze. It was as though he could see straight through me. As though every secret I held had suddenly turned transparent.

"Thanks," he said curtly, ending the call.

He set the phone down with precision, then turned fully to face me, the intensity in his stare enough to rob me of breath. His expression was thunderous.

"Did you really think Arixen would side with you?" he asked, voice low and lethal.

I went still, terror clamping around my throat. What had Arixen told him?

Cassian stepped forward, his smile sharp and cruel.

"Throwing yourself at him to get what you want," he spat, his laugh bitter and hollow.

"You really thought you could use him to beg for your parents' safety? You must think very little of him if you believed offering yourself would work. Do you not understand yet, Dravina? I own the West. Every man, every wolf answers to me."

"No," I said quickly, my voice shaking. "I didn't do that, Cassian. You saw he came to me. I only danced with him because I thought you were okay with it. I just asked him about my parents nothing more."

A lie. A fragile one. But a necessary one.

My voice faltered, thick with fear, praying he wouldn't hear the truth buried beneath the surface that I had gone to Arixen, that I'd begged for help. But Arixen had clearly twisted the narrative to save himself, and now I was left to bear the fallout alone.

Cassian stared at me, unmoving, unreadable. The silence stretched, growing heavier, until it became unbearable.

"Please, Cassian," I whispered. "I can't take any more."

For a fleeting second, something shifted behind his eyes regret? Uncertainty?

But whatever it was, it vanished just as quickly, swallowed by the familiar storm of rage.

"You're lucky I have a meeting," he muttered at last, turning away from me.

Relief hit me like a wave but it was fleeting, shallow. I knew this was no pardon. Only a delay.

His fury still smoldered just beneath the surface, waiting for the right moment to burn through again.

He dressed quickly, every movement sharp with tension. Even when his voice was calm, that eerie stillness in his eyes unsettled me.

He crossed the room to his safe. I watched from the bed, every muscle wound tight as he pulled out a stack of documents. The heavy door slammed shut with a metallic finality that echoed through the room.

That safe had always drawn my curiosity. And today, it burned hotter than ever.

I had memorized the combination long ago one small act of rebellion he would never suspect. A silent triumph I'd claimed in the dark.

Cassian gathered his things and strode out, the door clicking shut behind him. As the echo faded, I slipped from the bed, forcing my face into a mask of control even as chaos raged inside me.

I wasn't to blame for the torment he inflicted but the guilt, the shame, the fear... they clung to me like skin. Still, today, I would uncover the truth.

I crossed the room, my breath uneven, my heart thundering. My fingers found the dial. I turned it with precision, each satisfying click a defiance against the cage he'd kept me in.

The door creaked open, revealing rows of meticulously organized folders and stacks of cash.

I sifted through them, hands trembling, until one folder stopped me cold.

My name was printed on the tab.

My pulse spiked.

Why would Cassian have a file on me?

I pulled it free, heart racing, dread coiling deep in my stomach.

Inside, I expected something awful. But nothing could have braced me for what I found.

A bill of sale. My name written across it like a brand.

A contract. A transaction. A price.

I stared in stunned disbelief, breath stalling as the realization hit.

My parents... they weren't my biological parents. They'd sold me to Cassian. Traded me off like a commodity. As if I were furniture. As if I were nothing.

The receipt was cold, clinical, absolute.

The truth struck like lightning. The people I had loved, trusted believed were protecting me had sold me into this nightmare.

It wasn't just the adoption. It wasn't even the lie.

It was the betrayal.

The knowledge that, for six long years, I had clung to Cassian's threats his taunts about my parents' safety believing it meant something.

But it meant nothing.

They had handed me over willingly.

And whatever they gained from that sale had likely funded the peaceful lives they were living now far from the hell that had become my reality.

My knees gave out. I collapsed, the folder tumbling to the ground as a sob tore from my chest.

Tears streamed freely, hot and blinding. The grief, the fury, the heartbreak it all came at once, a storm I couldn't contain.

"This isn't the time," Blue snapped from within, her voice cutting through the noise like a blade.

"This doesn't make you weaker it frees you. Let go. Let them go. It's time to run."

Her fury burned just as fiercely as mine. She was right.

There was nothing left for me. No ties. No loyalty. No more lies.

I wiped my face, swallowing my cries, and forced myself to stand.

The look in Cassian's eyes before he left it hadn't just been anger. It had been a warning. A countdown.

His wrath hadn't disappeared. It was waiting, growing, sharpening its teeth.

I'd tried to escape before. Failed. But this time... this time was different.

Because now the chain had snapped. Now the illusion was gone. Now there was nothing left to hold me here.

Not duty.

Not fear.

Not even hope.

If I stayed, it would destroy me.

And I wouldn't give Cassian that chance.

Not this time.