Marrying a Warhound (Cassian) novel Chapter 65

MATRON YARA IRONSONG’S POV

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“The princess went to the prince’s cabin last night?” Matron Yara asked, her brow furrowing. “And what of it?”

Maningo shifted uncomfortably. “That’s all we know. No one saw her leave. The only thing the guards noted was a horse slipping out of the estate well past midnight. Since then, nothing. Perhaps she hasn’t woken yet.”

Yara gave a harsh snort. “Or perhaps she’s dead.” She waved the thought off as if it were obvious. “What about the prince? Any word?”

“The prince hasn’t stepped out either,” Maningo reported quickly. “His cabin remains sealed. No movement since she entered. Physician Mendez instructed everyone to keep their distance from the cabin, not even the servants are allowed to get closer.”

“Fine. Keep watch,” Yara muttered. “If either of them stirs, I want to know before the others.”

Maningo bowed his head and excused himself, pulling the door shut behind him.

For a moment, silence filled the room. Yara leaned back in her chair, tapping her fingers against the armrest as her thoughts turned darker.

That silence broke when the door opened again. Halden Morrow stepped inside without asking.

“You’ve been pacing holes into this floor all morning,” Halden said. “What are you up to, Yara?”

Her lips pressed into a thin smile. “Just curious.”

“Curious?” He stepped in, closing the door behind him. “About what?”

“Why she’s still alive.” Yara’s fingers tapped the armrest of her chair. “Atasha Black. By now, she should’ve been torn apart on the road or strangled in Cassian’s manor. But here we are, weeks later, and she’s still breathing. Aren’t you curious too?”

Halden snorted. “Isn’t that because she’s useless? An omega with no wolf. What could she possibly do? Nobody wastes a blade on someone like that.”

“Don’t underestimate the value of symbols,” Yara said coldly. “Cassian doesn’t spare the weak. You know that as well as I do. Which is why her survival doesn’t make sense.”

Halden shrugged, unimpressed. “You expect the Demon Fangs to kill her? Or Cassian to

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slaughter her the moment the contract was signed? That’s what you were betting on, wasn’t it?”

“Yes.” Yara leaned forward, her gaze narrowing. “Because Nightfall deserves it. That pack spat in the King’s face, broke the accords, and spilled blood they had no right to spill. By law, they should’ve been culled. Every last one of them. And what better excuse than the bride? Cassian could’ve cut her down before the ink on the contract dried, and no one would’ve questioned it. It would’ve been the doorway to punishment.”

Halden’s brows rose, but his smirk remained. “Yet he didn’t. Which makes me wonder… maybe the Tyrant Lord finds her amusing. Maybe she’s just another game piece he can toss aside when he’s bored.”

“Inwardly,” Yara muttered, ignoring his tone, “I thought I knew Cassian well enough to predict him. He doesn’t leave liabilities standing. He doesn’t cradle weakness.” Her jaw tightened. “But this time, he did.”

Halden chuckled, shaking his head. “You’re wasting your breath. She’s wolfless. Sooner or later, the north will chew her up and spit her out. And if the beasts don’t, Cassian will. He’s never spared anyone that close to him. You of all people should know that.”

Yara didn’t answer right away. She let the silence stretch, eyes drifting toward the window where the wind rattled against the shutters.

For some reason, she felt like she had missed something important.

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