Cassian POV

After a long day of meetings and calls, I finally retired to my room, but my thoughts were still consumed by Rox. I hadn’t seen her at work today—one of my guys checked, and she seemed fine at her house, so she must have called off.

Despite the constant demands of my role, Rox lingered in my mind. My Royal Beta, John, noticed my distraction, always perceptive to shifts in my demeanor.

“Your majesty, is she the one?” John asked as we reviewed reports.

I leaned back in my chair, contemplating my answer. “I think so,” I admitted. “But I need to spend more time with her, get to know her better. She’s not like the others—she’s... different.”

The idea of her being my erastaí, my fated mate, kept surfacing. It wasn’t a term I used lightly—it was rare, profound, and not something I’d expected.

Most people saw me as a blunt, ruthless king, but there was more to me than that. Lycans like me were genetically superior to werewolves—stronger, faster, and bigger, especially with Alpha blood.

My family had its own complexities. My younger brother, Cash, was the opposite of me—calm and carefree, where I thrived on strategy and war. We balanced each other well. But our family wasn’t without its darkness.

I’d fought my father to the death to take the crown after the harm he’d done as king. It was the hardest thing I’d ever faced, but it had to be done to rebuild our kingdom. My mother, Thedora, the former queen, remained the heart of our family and a symbol of hope for the territories.

Now, at 26, the pressure to find my queen was mounting. Fathers paraded their daughters in hopes of forming alliances, but I wasn’t ready to make a decision. This business trip visiting territories had given me time to breathe—time to think about what I truly wanted.

Rox wasn’t here for power or politics. She was simply herself, and that authenticity had captivated me, aside from her being my erastaí.

Later in the night, as I lay in bed, I checked my phone out of habit. Most messages were routine—until I stumbled upon a voicemail that froze me in place.

It was Rox. She had called me, but why? How did I miss this? I decided to listen to the voicemail before acting on impulse.

Her voice, soft and breathy, filled the quiet of my room. I sat up, my heart pounding as I listened. Her breathing grew heavier, and then came the sound of her moaning. My name spilled from her lips, raw and unguarded, as if I were her deepest desire. The dirty things she moaned.

I replayed the message twice, each time more stunned. I hadn’t expected this from her, and yet... I wasn’t angry or unsettled. If anything, I was intrigued.

“Fuck, you’re so hot” I whispered to myself.

For a moment, my mind reeled, my thoughts swirling with playfulness and disbelief at what I had just heard. But as the shock began to fade, a slow smile spread across my lips and I felt my cock begin to harden.

Despite the accidental nature of the voicemail, there was no denying the raw desire and passion in her voice, nor the way she had uttered my name in the heat of the moment. Internally, I found myself feeling oddly pleased by the unexpected revelation.

“So the good girl is actually naughty. Just how I like it. You felt the bond after all” I say out loud.

The  knowledge that Rox harbored such intense desires for me stirred something primal within me, igniting a fierce sense of possessiveness and longing.

“Wait until I see you next, my little naughty wolf," I say to myself with a determined smirk.

 The next time I saw Rox, I would ensure that she was acutely aware of the effect she had on me, and I would make certain that she knew just how much I relished the idea of exploring her.

I continue to listen to the voicemail over and over, until my cock was so hard that I needed to take care of it. I was already in bed, slid my sweatpants off and began to listen to the voicemail.

Her breathy moans and whimpers as she touched herself echoed in my mind, making my cock throb with need.

After freeing my hard shaft, I started imagining her with her breathless pleas in my mind. I touched myself with a firm grip on my cock, thinking about her, and the smell of her scent.

‘Yes I do have a big cock for you baby,’ I mutter to myself as I hear the voicemail.

Wrapping a hand around it, I began to stroke myself slowly, imagining it was Rox's delicate fingers gliding up and down my cock.

 "Fuck, baby, you sound so hot playing with your pussy," I groaned, squeezing my cock.

I pictured her spread out naked on the bed, legs parted as she fingered her wet pussy. My hand moved faster, jerking myself off with quick, firm strokes.

"I bet you're so tight and wet for me. Gonna fuck this sweet little pussy so hard." My balls tightened as I neared the edge, fist flying over my pulsing cock.

As she says my name in her release, I also succumb to mine. With a guttural moan, I erupted, hot ropes of cum splattering my abs as I came hard thinking about burying myself deep inside Rox's perfect pussy.

‘She has no idea what she’s started, but I’m going to finish it.’ I say to myself.