Dravina POV

When Cassian was finally finished, I lay still too broken to move, too hollow to cry. My body throbbed with pain, and my spirit felt torn beyond repair.

As if on cue, he shifted slipping from monster to caretaker with the ease of someone who had done it far too many times. He gathered me in his arms, holding me delicately, like I was something fragile... something cherished.

The same hands that had inflicted the pain now cradled me with unnerving gentleness. He carried me to the bathroom in silence, and I didn't resist. I couldn't.

He lowered me onto the edge of the tub, careful now, as if that would somehow undo what had already been done.

Steam rose from the bath, curling into the air like smoke, but I didn't feel its heat.

The water touched my skin, but I remained cold numb in a way that ran deeper than flesh.

Cold and disgusted. Not just with him but with myself.

"You can't keep provoking me like this, Dravina," he murmured, voice low and syrupy, as though he were soothing a frightened child.

His hands glided a sponge over my bruised skin with unsettling tenderness. Each stroke made my stomach turn.

"Look what you made me do."

The blame slipped from his lips like a lover's sigh, sinking heavy into my gut. I clenched my jaw, holding the scream that wanted to rip through me. I couldn't let it show couldn't give him any reason to reignite the storm.

Cassian's rage had no mercy, and silence was my only shield.

I sat stiff in the bath, every muscle locked tight, unmoved by his false comfort.

"It's been six years," he said, voice cracking like he was the one bearing the pain. "Six years, and you still drive me mad."

He paused, and when I looked up, his face had crumpled. Tears rolled down his cheeks, carving familiar paths I'd seen too many times.

They meant nothing. They never had.

We had been here before again and again. Rage. Remorse. Promises that unraveled like smoke.

"Please... don't make me kill you," he whispered, the words trembling with what might have been fear. "Don't make me do it."

His voice, hoarse and uneven, sent a chill lacing through my spine. But I didn't speak. There was nothing left to say.

I had heard every version of this before his apologies, his regret, his declarations of love twisted with poison.

Each one had been a thread in the noose tightening around my throat.

"I hate hurting you," he said, his voice breaking as he brushed a strand of wet hair from my face.

To anyone else, the gesture might have looked tender. But I knew better.

It was just another form of control. Another performance.

"Can't you see it's killing me?"

I met his gaze, but there was nothing left in me to give. No sympathy. No sorrow. Just the cold, festering hatred I carried for the man who had turned my life into a cage and called it devotion.

"Are you planning to leave me?" he asked, voice trembling but not with grief. With warning.

I shook my head quickly, pulse hammering in my ears. The wrong answer would be dangerous.

His hand reached up again, stroking my hair in a grotesque imitation of affection. It made my skin crawl.

"Don't be like my mother, Dravina," he whispered, each word laced with poison. "She ruined everything. Ruined my father. I won't live that life again. Don't make me."

His voice cracked with desperation, but it wasn't the kind that drew pity. It was the kind that set alarm bells ringing deep in my chest. His sobs weren't new they were the aftermath of destruction. The performance that always followed the punishment.

"I'm a monster," he breathed, pulling me into his arms like a vice. The embrace was suffocating, his grip too tight. I stayed stiff, unmoving, trapped.

Did he want forgiveness? Submission? Silence?

I had nothing left to give.

Every bone in my body ached. Every bruise screamed. But it was the ache inside the hollow, splintered part of me that hurt the most.

He sobbed into my shoulder, begging me not to ruin him. Begging me not to destroy him.

But who would fix me? Who would hold me as I crumbled?

His tears were not for me. They were for the illusion of control he felt slipping through his fingers. They were for the pride he mistook for love. They were for himself.

They always had been.

That night, I lay awake in bed, the sheets twisted around my limbs like chains. Sleep felt like a distant fantasy.

Blue my wolf paced within me, restless, uneasy. Her presence stirred something deep, something we both feared to name.

She knew the truth. So did I.

If we stayed, it would kill us.

Cassian's love wasn't love. It was possession. It was fire without control, fury without limits. It was madness masquerading as devotion.

One day, his jealousy would consume him completely.

And when it did, there would be no one left to save us.

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.

Dravina POV

There was no time left to second-guess. No space for hesitation or doubt. I had been building toward this moment for years three long, brutal years spent quietly planning, preparing, and waiting for the perfect time to break free.

Every failed attempt before this had come at a devastating cost.

To Cassian, my attempts to escape weren't mere disobedience they were betrayals, each one a challenge to his dominance. And each failure had been met with a wrath that left me bruised, broken, and hollow.

He didn't just punish my body. He fractured my soul, carved away pieces of me until only splinters remained.

But this time would be different.

This time, I wouldn't fail.

Some might have told me to turn to his family. But they were no refuge. They were just like him cold, calculating, and cruel. They never saw me as one of their own. I was the outsider they had tolerated, judged, and quietly hoped would disappear.

And now I understood why. I hadn't been chosen. I had been bought.

I wasn't their Luna. I was a possession. A transaction sealed with ink and cruelty.

Cassian, when he wanted to, could wear the mask of a prince. There were days when he could charm the world, even charm me, into forgetting who he really was beneath the surface. But those days were fleeting. And when the mask cracked, what emerged was a monster that made even nightmares seem merciful.

His remorse was as false as his love. His apologies were poisoned. His affection came wrapped in control.

I had stopped seeing him through the eyes of the girl I once was. Now I saw clearly he was dangerous. Unstable. And worst of all, he believed he loved me.

For years, he had held my parents over me like a blade, knowing that fear would keep me obedient.

But that weapon was gone now.

The truth had torn it from his hands.

The people I had bled to protect, the ones I had wept for and begged him to spare... had sold me. Like an object. Like I was something to be passed off to the highest bidder.

They hadn't loved me. They hadn't cared.

They had traded me for comfort.

And that knowledge freed me.

I no longer owed them loyalty. I owed Cassian nothing. I was done paying for sins that weren't mine.

This time, fear didn't have a hold on me. Guilt had no voice. I wasn't staying.

Because staying meant death. And I wanted to live.

No title, no mate mark, no illusion of power was worth my life. I had to leave. And I had to do it now.

I packed quickly, slipping the bare essentials into a single small bag no clutter, no hint that I was planning to disappear. I knew the packhouse was full of eyes, and many of them belonged to wolves loyal to Cassian. One wrong move, one raised suspicion, and it would all be over before it began.

I took only what I needed to vanish. A small stash of cash from his safe insignificant to a man of his wealth, but enough for me to get out. Far away. Somewhere nameless. Maybe I'd open a little bakery in a town where no one knew me, where no one looked at my mark and asked questions.

And if they did? I had an answer.

"My mate died," I would say.

A lie. But a necessary one. And maybe, one day, it wouldn't be a lie at all. Though knowing Cassian, even death felt like too merciful a fate for him.

My hands didn't shake as I moved. My heart pounded, yes, but my resolve was steel. I had no more room for fear.

The plan was simple: get out of the house. Get to the tree line. Then run. Run until I could breathe.

Freedom was so close now I could almost taste it.

I was twenty-five. No longer the wide-eyed girl who had once believed his promises to change. That girl was long gone. Cassian's lies had killed her slowly, over years of suffering.

But this version of me this woman was done.

I had studied every failure, every misstep, and learned from each one. My plan had been sharpened by pain and trial until there was no room left for error.

Don't reach out to family or friends.

Don't overpack only what you can carry.

Avoid main roads. Use the woods.

Don't speak. Don't stop. Don't look back.

This was my mantra. A whispered prayer. A vow.

And as I moved through the motions every zipper closed, every drawer left untouched I said the words again and again in my head.

Each syllable was a step toward the life I deserved.

A life without chains. Without cruelty. Without him.

This was it.

And I wouldn't waste it.