Marrying a Warhound (Cassian) novel Chapter 48

ALPHA JASON MCMAHON’S POV

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“Alpha, we’ve received word, they’ve crossed out of our territory,” Beta Joma said as he entered my study. “Everything is ready on our side. We’re only waiting for your order.”

Almost immediately, Luna Carrie’s lips lifted into a faint smile. “Alpha… the time has finally come.” Her gaze dropped to the framed painting in her hands, a hand–painted image her daughter made years ago, before she was married off to Cassian in the north.

In the painting, her daughter’s face was bright, her smile untouched by the weight of politics or the cruelty of war. Carrie’s fingers tightened around the frame, pressing it against her chest. “This time… it has finally come.”

“Father, I want to go too,” Caron Mcmahon said. “You told me one day we’d have our revenge. I want to be there. I want to see him break. I want to tear the skin from his bones myself.”

Jason’s eyes shifted back to Beta Joma. “Report. What have you seen so far?”

“They left without suspecting anything,” Joma replied, stepping closer to the desk. “There was no sign of anyone preparing medicine or mixing antidotes, nothing that would suggest they knew about the poison. From what I observed, their departure was as routine as any other. If they suspect danger at all, it’s not from us. They’d be thinking of the Demon Fangs.” A faint smile tugged at the Beta’s mouth as he added, “They didn’t suspect a thing. And if they did… they’re looking in the wrong direction.”

Jason’s gaze lingered on him for a moment before he gave a single nod. But inside, his thoughts weren’t on the Demon Fangs, they were on his daughter. Layla McMahon. Cassian’s first wife.

Layla had been barely eighteen when she left for the north, dressed as a bride and carrying the hopes of their alliance. She hadn’t even lasted a single night. By the next morning, word arrived, she was dead. No explanation, no details, just the cold announcement that the north had already buried her. They’d never even seen her body, Jason didn’t need proof to know the truth. Cassian had killed her.

And Layla wasn’t the only one. The second wife, gone. The third, gone. The fourth, gone. One after another, all of them ended up dead. By now, Jason was certain, Cassian wasn’t just dangerous, he was a maniac who treated marriage as a death sentence.

“What about Lady Atasha?” Jason asked, his tone sharp.

Joma shrugged slightly. “We have investigated her before. She’s Alpha Collin’s eldest daughter, but I believe you haven’t met her before. She’s wolfless. Dull. An omega without any power or influence in the political game. That might be the only reason she’s still breathing.”

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Chapter 48

“Or,” Jason said, his voice low. “It’s because she hasn’t reached the north yet.”

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He didn’t voice the rest, but the thought stayed with him. Atasha Black was nothing more than a pawn, one the North would discard when her purpose was served. And when that day came, she’d meet the same fate as Layla and the others.

Jason leaned back in his chair. “And Alpha Collin?”

“Already on his way,” Joma replied. “He should arrive within the next hour or two.”

Jason’s fingers drummed once on the desk as the pieces fell into place in his mind.

“Father, what about me?” Caron’s voice rose. “I must come! I must avenge my elder sister!”

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