Chapter 7 Return In Bed

• Once again in her vehicle, she cast aside all her sorrowful emotions. Being alive and well was enough for her as she still had many things to accomplish.
• It wasn't until she was on her deathbed that she realized what she truly wanted in her life was to strengthen the Sandstrider Pack.
• As for love and mates, they simply weren't important anymore to her.
• She was willing to enable the relationship between Thaddeus and Meredith. After all, they were both quite ruthless, which made them a perfect match in her opinion.
• Quentin chuckled lightly. “Skyhigh Club received a few good-looking items today. Want to go have a look?”
• The name “Skyhigh Club” was meant to suggest it was a place for high rollers, a venue where one indulged in entertainment and spent lavishly.
• Cassandra was at a loss for words. “I have more important matters to attend to right now. I'm not in the mood for games.”
• Quentin blinked, feigning mystery. “Actually, there's someone who wants to meet you. This person could be of great help to your future expansion of the Sandstrider Pack.”
• As Cassandra's childhood friend, Quentin understood her true dream better than anyone else.
• It was to the point where, when Cassandra willingly became a powerless Luna in the Dark Moon Pack, he wondered if that was part of her plan to strengthen the Sandstrider Pack.
• In reality, it wasn't so. It was simply that Cassandra had been somewhat naïve and off her head, wholeheartedly devoted to love.
• Only after experiencing the pitfalls of love did Cassandra truly understand the importance of focusing on her career.
• “Who?” asked Cassandra.
• “You know this person, too. You'll understand once you go there,” replied Quentin.
• After a moment of thoughtful silence, Cassandra gave a nod. “All right then.”
• Quentin had a private room in Skyhigh Club. Once the two of them entered, the person sitting on the couch also stood up and looked over.
• He was likely in his early twenties and exceptionally tall. His face had distinct features, his eyes and eyebrows somewhat sharp. A glint of light flashed across the depths of his eyes when he saw Cassandra. “Cassandra, we meet again.”
• That young man felt strikingly familiar to Cassandra, yet she couldn't recall where she had seen him before.
• Quentin said, “Don't you remember? Six years ago, when you and your father were in Jacaster, you came across a small pack that had been attacked. You saved the poor thing then. Afterward, you and your father took it upon yourselves to help him until he came of age!”
• Upon hearing that, Cassandra was hit by a sudden realization. “Are you... Cyrus?”
• The young man's sharp gaze instantly softened and he revealed a charming smile. “It's me.”
• Cyrus was quite the chatterbox. Cassandra learned from Quentin that Cyrus had since become a popular model in the werewolf entertainment industry, a far cry from the homeless child who was often bullied by others. He had become a frequent face in Huxville's magazines.
• Cassandra used to only pay attention to the Dark Moon Pack, seldom paying attention to entertainment stuff. Thinking about how the once pitiful boy had transformed into a well-known, strong model, she felt both relieved and amazed.
• After chatting for a while, Cassandra found out that Cyrus had become a Rogue.
• Cassandra couldn't help but worry about Cyrus. After all, a rogue without a pack might be bullied by other werewolves from various packs. However, Cyrus repeatedly assured her that no werewolf would dare to mess with him. After all, Quentin, being the heir to a large pack, commanded a certain level of respect and fear from others.
• The trio chatted for a while before preparing to leave.
• As soon as she passed the bar, a green wine bottle was hurled toward Cassandra's head.
• Surprisingly, Cyrus was quicker than her. He stepped in front of her, shielding her in his arms. The sound of a bottle thudding echoed as it harshly hit his back.
• “Are you all right?” Cassandra was immensely grateful.
• She quickly checked Cyrus' back, relieved to find no injuries. With a stern expression, she turned her gaze toward the direction from which the bottle had flown.
• The trio glanced up and, to their surprise, they realized they were being attacked by a minor!
• Quentin and Cassandra recognized that minor. Isn't he Lucian from the Dark Moon Pack?
• “You b*tch! How dare you cheat behind my brother's back!” Lucian was drinking with a group of rowdy friends when he spotted Cassandra entering a private room with two men.
• She was in there for quite a while before finally emerging. He had no idea what kind of unsavory business they might have been up to. Seeing them laughing and chatting, in a fit of pique, he threw the bottle in his hand.
• Cyrus' eyes turned a fiery red when he heard Lucian's words. The two standing beside him seemed to sense his changing mood.
• Cassandra quickly steadied Cyrus, cautioning, “Be careful. In such public places, if you, a werewolf, lay a hand on a minor, you'll face repercussions from the werewolf police.”
• Quentin gave Cyrus a reassuring pat, signaling the latter to calm down. He suggested dealing with the unruly youngsters of a large pack should be left to him, a werewolf also from a large pack.
• After all, he wasn't afraid of stirring up trouble.
• He then rolled up his sleeves as he advanced, “You little brat! Don't think I won't dare to hit you just because you're underage!”
• Cassandra reached out and grabbed Quentin. “Let me handle this.”
• She gradually made her way toward Lucian.
• Lucian scoffed, “The bottle didn't even hit you!”
• Cassandra wore an expressionless countenance, her calm gaze inexplicably intimidating. Then, she raised her hand and slapped Lucian across the face. “You should consider yourself lucky that I only slapped you once.”
• Lucian wore an expression as if he'd seen a ghost. He held his aching cheek, a mix of shock and anger washing over him. He began to question whether the woman standing before him was really Cassandra.
• “You don't have the right to hit me!” Somehow, Lucian felt as though he was being overpowered by the woman standing before him, a feeling that instilled a certain fear within him. Isn't she supposed to be powerless? Why can she intimidate me? At that moment, he didn't even have the courage to retaliate, let alone slap Cassandra in return.
• “Do you have any idea how annoying you are? I've been your brother's mate for six years, and you've never once called me sister-in-law, let alone Luna. All you ever call me is 'b*tch'. I had to look after you when you went to school and still had to take care of you after school. Every day, if you weren't bossing me around, you were being downright rude. Have you spent seventeen years in school only to let all that knowledge go to waste?”
• Upon hearing her insults at him, Lucian frowned, “You...”
• “Shut up,” Cassandra interrupted him sternly, continuing, “Your brother and I have already signed the divorce papers. Tomorrow, we will officially break our bond! After that, I will have nothing to do with the bunch of fools called the Dark Moon Pack. Who I choose to be with will be my freedom, and you will have no right and no authority to question it. If you continue to provoke me, even if you're a minor, I'll send you back to the Dark Moon Pack on a bed.”
• “Well done! Cassandra, you have no idea how much I wanted to smack this brat. How about you give him a few more slaps for me?” Haley urged Cassandra to vent her anger by slapping the young rascal a few more times.
• “Do you really want to slap him? Be careful, if this kid loses his temper, it could lead to a whole lot of trouble.” Cassandra knew very well the limits of Lucian's patience. A single slap had already left him stunned.
• Lucian's face flushed red, all his words caught in his throat.
• Cassandra no longer paid him any attention and turned to leave.