His Obsession, My Ruin

I was the most insignificant omega in the pack.

In my past life, Alpha Asher Croft asked me to be his mate ninety-nine times, and I said no every single time.

On the hundredth attempt, he locked me in Croft Manor and held me so tight I couldn't breathe. His eyes burned with obsession, and I was terrified. So I ran.

I made it halfway to the border before the rogues found me.

Asher took three silver bullets, saving my life.

The first shot destroyed his hand, the second blinded his eye, and the third went straight through his heart. He looked at me as he died, blood soaking through his shirt, and his expression was stubborn and fragile all at once.

"Cassandra, why can't you just love me once?"

Then the miracle happened. I opened my eyes and found myself back on the day Asher first told me he liked me.

This time, I reached out and took his hand first.

I thought we'd grow old together, but Asher betrayed me three times.

On our bonding night, he deliberately walked into the wrong room and slept with someone else. My heart shattered, but I forgave him.

Three months pregnant, I got a call at two in the morning during a storm, and he left me stranded on the outskirts. I lost the baby. I wiped my tears and let it go.

But the third time, he exiled my brother over a cat.

That's when I finally understood. It was time to leave.

This time, I'll make sure Asher never finds me again.

Cassandra’s POV

The wind screamed through the trees at the forest's edge, and the cold bit into my skin like tiny knives.

A few steps away, Alpha guards had my brother Ethan pinned to the ground, and my heart lurched at the sight of him struggling beneath their grip.

Asher stood there with a cigar between his teeth, his face carved from ice.

Behind him stretched the Barrens—that godforsaken wasteland where even the most vicious rogues refused to go.

I knew exactly what he was planning.

My legs gave out, and I dropped to my knees in front of him.

"He's twelve years old," I choked out, my voice breaking. "He doesn't know how to survive out there alone." Tears burned my eyes, but I didn't care. "Please, just let him go. Do whatever you want to me, but don't hurt him. He's all I have left."

Asher looked down at me with lazy contempt. He lifted my chin with one finger, and his lips curved into a cruel smile. "When you hurt what Vivian loved most, did you stop to think about how she'd feel? Now the blade's at your own throat, and suddenly you understand pain?"

I stared up at him, my heart sinking into darkness.

A few hours ago, Vivienne's pet cat got out. I'd closed the side gate to the estate—I know I did—but the little thing must've slipped through anyway. Vivienne completely