Marrying a Warhound (Cassian) novel Chapter 130

Chapter 130

Chapter 130

ATASHA’S POV

“How much are you willing to pay?”

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That question hadn’t left my head since Agape said it. It followed me everywhere–through the infirmary, during meals, even now that I am alone. But it wasn’t just that. Everything about that conversation lingered like a splinter I couldn’t pull out.

The thought of fae blood. The idea that I might be something… different. That my power came with a cost I didn’t fully understand.

Now, walking along the outer wall, the wind stung against my face, sharp with the bite of snow. The land stretched endlessly before me, white, empty, and cold. It made me think of the South, where I’d grown up. Of green fields and warm air, and people who never truly belonged to me.

If what Agape said was true, if my blood wasn’t entirely human or werewolf, then who were my real parents? Where did I actually come from? If I had the blood of the fae, then how did I grew up with werewolves?

I tightened my cloak around me and forced a slow breath. One of these days, when the red moon ended and the roads opened again, I would have to return. I needed to know. I couldn’t keep living on questions and half–truths.

“Lady Atasha…” Grace’s voice pulled me out of my thoughts. She had been following a few paces behind, her steps careful on the frozen stone.

I turned slightly, brushing snow from my hood, but my mind was still far away, back in the South, back to the home that was never really mine.

“I received reports that the Lord is already in his study.”

“Great,” I said with a nod, then turned on my heel toward Cassian’s study.

It had been days since he’d started avoiding me, or at least, that’s what it felt like. He had been away, outside of the walls doing the goddess knows what! I didn’t know if it was because of the upcoming test, my refusal to back down, or that humiliating excuse of a confession I’d blurted out. Maybe it was all of it combined.

Whatever the reason, the silence between us had stretched too long. I couldn’t stand it anymore. I needed to see him. To talk to him. To understand what I had done wrong, or if I had done something right that scared him away.

“My Lady, I think you should slow down…” Grace quickly said. “The Lord-”

“I’m fine,” I shook her hand off my wrist before I opened the door.

The door creaked open before Grace could stop me.

Inside, I froze.

A woman stood beside Cassian’s desk, tall and striking, her long dark hair pulled neatly behind her shoulders.

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She was speaking to him in a low tone, serious but calm, and the sight of them together made my steps falter.

Cassian turned first, his crimson eyes landing on me. The woman followed, her words cutting off mid-

sentence.

For a moment, no one spoke. I just stood there, my hand still on the door, my mind struggling to catch up. Something strange twisted in my chest, a feeling I didn’t want to name.

“I… I’m sorry for interrupting,” I said quickly.

The words came out too soft, too uncertain, and I immediately frowned at myself. Why did I sound like a guilty child caught doing something wrong? I had no reason to apologize. This was his study–our home. I wasn’t trespassing.

I straightened a little, forcing myself to breathe, and let my gaze shift toward the woman. She was beautiful in a way that demanded attention—tall, graceful, with skin smooth as carved glass and sharp features that looked almost unreal.

She stepped forward with a practiced smile, offering a graceful bow. “I am Claribel–an envoy from one of the tribes.”

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