Chapter 68: Chapter 68

**Cassie's Point of View**

I'VE BEEN TRYING TO AVOID THOSE TWO SINCE THAT DAY. I despise it when I do it, but I feel confused for some reason when they are near me. I felt the same reaction as Kaiden, and I despise the thought. Kaiden is the only person I will love above all others, and I refuse to let anybody else into my heart.

I'm considering how I can easily reject them. They are humans, and I know that once they accept my decision or perspective, they will be able to go on and find someone better out there. But it's also contradictory because I can't picture myself being delighted if they meet someone better.

The foundation ball is tonight. It is the company's founding anniversary, and I am obligated to go. I don't want to come since it will be a waste of my time. But it's necessary because I need to help my boss.

Derek has also avoided me for the past few days, only three days, but it is nothing compared to the day he is away on business. He's clearly trying to avoid me, and I'm not sure if that's a good or negative thing. I am relieved that he is withdrawing, but I am also sad since I am linked to him at some level.

Charlie misses him as well; my youngster has been touched by my unexpected outburst that night. I'm not sure if I made the proper decision, but maybe I'll become accustomed to it.

Morning, I bring my son to school, following the same pattern as Angel, who agreed to give us a ride. If I continue to have this employment, I intend to buy a car soon. Perhaps Derek will grow to despise me, and perhaps he intends to fire me from his company.

Just thinking about that breaks my heart, but if that is his decision, I have nothing more to say.

“Cassie?" Angel mumbled as she continued to drive.

"I know I sound foolish, and I know I shouldn't force you to do something, a favor, but I can't stand seeing my brother suffer any longer." He is on sick leave because he is unable to sleep. He's suffering a nightmare even in broad daylight.

"Dax remarked that staying in your place was the first time he slept peacefully. Could you please assist me, Cassie? He isn't eating and isn't doing well. I know he's already in horrible shape from all of those traumas, but I need you. You are the only one I believe can assist me."

Angel stated that his brother has seen physicians and professionals, but no one has been able to help him. Art attempted a variety of therapies, but none of them helped him significantly. I have nothing to say if his brother wants to remain in my flat because it will help him feel better. Of course, I'll assist.

I know I pledged to distance myself, but I don't have the heart to turn down someone's plea.

One thing I've discovered about humans is that they are extremely frail.

"I'll assist; he can stay in my apartment."

"I hope I can hug you mow, but I am driving," she said with a smile.

"After you parked the car," we both chuckled, continuing our conversation. She now recounted how our boss abruptly changed his manner once more.

That was something else I noticed. Derek has become increasingly agitated in recent days. I heard he returned to his devil mode, and many people, including his staff, are attempting to avoid him in order to escape the flames.

"Did anything happen that night?" She inquired, a little curiously. Maybe I should inform her about it. Humans are inherently strange.

"Yeah, honestly, your brother and our boss were planning to kill each other that night if I hadn't intervened," I explained.

“WHAT?!" she said, screaming at the top of her lungs. Thank god, we've arrived in the parking lot. "What happened?"

"Well, you see, they both confess their feelings for me, and you know how I feel about that." I recently lost my husband, and I still adore him, and I can't accept someone else."

She smiled sympathetically at me. "Are you unhappy with your job right now?" What about assisting my brother?”

"I have no problem with Dax. He is a kind guy, and from what I've seen of him, he is not a pushover; perhaps he just needs a little love to heal from his previous unpleasant experience. I can serve as a stepping stone for him."

"Thank you very much, Cassie." I'm at a loss for words to express my gratitude. I'm very concerned about him. What about Derek?”

I sucked. "Well, he now despises me. Maybe because he thought I was cheating on him, but we have no intimate relationship or anything like that!”

"I have no idea why our boss is so twisted up. I'd never seen him behave like this before. Every second that he breathes, he breaks up with a random lady. Perhaps he isn't used to rejection. That karma stinks for him." That makes me unhappy.

"Don't say something like that. Derek is a lovely guy, but he may be overly enamored with her. He'll get over it."

"Just let me know if you need anything, and we'll find you a better job." There's no reason for us to stay here if he's a bother."

“Us?" I inquired.

"Yeah, I'm planning to resign as well once he screws you over again."

My head shook. 'You don't have to!' I'm alright, believe me."

THE COMPANY AS A WHOLE IS WORKING ON THE LAST PREPARATIONS. Angel arrived at the venue, while I was handed documents here at the office to present to him.

The paperwork isn't too bad; I can handle it. But I'm not sure I can handle my boss right now. I'm feeling uneasy for the first time in a long time.

Of course, I know he's doing everything he can to avoid me. I can't deal with his avoiding our gaze on corridors, for example, and it hurts so much.

For some reason, the pain and despair I felt towards Derek dissipated and was replaced by a sense of blood hunger. I have no idea where this rage is coming from. I have no right to feel this way in the first place, but I despise the fact that they are correct. I think and thought he was different from other people's stories, but I guess I put too much faith in him too soon.

I complete my work as quickly as possible, as scheduled. I despise the image and sight of Derek wandering back and forth, staring at me like a lost puppy, waiting for me to say something.

But why would I do that? I'm outraged just by the scene he put me through in the elevator? Is that right in front of me? What an amazing sight!

I stretch my arms and flex my neck after finishing the papers and turning off the computer. I felt a little better, and while I believe Derek is somewhere, I don't give a damn. Good, since I don't want to see him, I was bothered, he's an ass, and he'll continue to irritate me in whatever way.

I went straight to the elevator, which was completely vacant. I make it to the parking lot and intend to commute. My brother texted me, saying he'll pick up my son and they'll bond. I'm free until this evening, and for some reason, I'm craving beer.

As the cab driver left me off near my apartment, I proceeded to the local convenience store. I brought a couple of beers and some snacks because I am too lazy to cook.

And I guess it was simply a coincidence that I ran into Dax; he seems like the same tall, bashful boy in his hoodie. But, as a werewolf, I recognized his scent.

"Hey," I said, and he looked astonished, but he grinned back after a few seconds.

"I didn't notice you, Cassie. It appears that you have a plan for the evening." I am overjoyed that he is becoming more chatty.

I smiled sheepishly at him. "No, just some alone time, I guess." "Would like to drink and get drunk because my brother is taking my son for a bond and I will be alone for the night," I stated casually to him.

"Do you mind if I am your guest?" He remarked almost in hushed tones.

"Of course, I don't mind at all!" But I think this can of beer is insufficient for the two of us; let me go get some more," I grumbled.

"Let me buy the rest," he says as he dashes to the fridge for a cool can of beer. That sight made me giggle.

I've seen a difference in my son's instructor. He isn't the same old Dax; Angel once informed me that Dax isn't like this.

Dax is an outgoing, athletic varsity athlete. He is a social butterfly, he enjoys socializing, he is surrounded by his friends, and he has a lot of friends because of his looks, body, and the way he interacts.

But everything changed in an instant due to a horrible tragedy. He returned from the war with a lot of baggage. He felt guilty, he had this nightmare, he was restless, he talked less, he was more silent, and he spent much of his time lost in his world.

As a result, I felt I could really relate to him. That's how I felt when I found out I'd lost my friend. I assumed it was my fault, that I should stop him, that I should stop his brother. If I could turn back the clock, I thought I could do more to modify that scene.

"Shall we go?"" When I heard his boys, I snapped back. His little smile reminds me of Kaiden, and I miss him for some reason.

"Are you crying because I did something wrong?" He inquired, his face concerned.

I gave him a thumbs-up and shook my head. "I'm fine, I just remembered my mate," I said to him.

“Mate?" He inquired, perplexed. When I realized I had said that phrase, my eyes widened.

"I apologize; I meant my husband." "I usually refer to him as mate," I explained, trying not to sound suspicious.

He nodded and I believe brushed it off. He brought his automobile, so I believe they returned it to him. It was advised that he not use it yet because he suffered this trauma, and we don't want him to have those undesired past flashbacks while driving.

"You're looking better, less pale, and you're not stuttering as much." "I am so happy for you; I hope you get better soon," I told him.

"Perhaps I'm going in the right direction," he said with a smile. How about you? I don't think you're just drinking casually tonight by yourself. So, do you require a shilling for your thoughts?"I appreciate how he started this conversation.

"Do you recall my boss?"" I'm sure he remembers, but just in case, I'll ask."

But his smile immediately disappears, and I have no idea why. "Your boss is pretty annoying, isn't he?"" He only spilled a cup of tea."

"He is, and I'm glad you recall that jerk." Let's chat about him when we go inside my flat, with drinks and snacks, which would be a much nicer ambiance, don't you think?”

"Of course, I agree with you." I am overjoyed.

When I first entered my flat. Fortunately, it is clear here, it is already dark, and I have no desire to eat for dinner, so I offer to my darling visitor that we begin this beer session.

The sound of the effervescent opening of the beer can is like music to my ears. I drank the beer in one swallow and felt rejuvenated afterwards, until I realized I couldn't possibly drink human beer. So I secretly poured some wolfbane into my beer mug and began to drink.

"Hey, don't be too quick, let's enjoy the beer." "It's not fun to be drunk so early," he murmured to me, holding my hand as I opened my fifth can after half an hour of talking about nothing.

I shrugged; he has no idea I can drink more than he imagined, but I'll give him the benefit of the doubt. "You are correct, it is still too early in the evening."

"That's what I'm saying; now, can we talk about your boss?" I'm starting to get excited again.

"Yeah, you just gave me a whole new reason to be angry," I mumble, hatred in my voice. "I despise that guy; I will not be sorry if I resign in a few weeks." Angel and I are considering leaving the company. "What is the point of working with a steady good income and benefits if I feel so unwanted and dreadful in that kind of place," I said, my tone mournful.

"What happened exactly?" He inquired, clearly concerned for me, for us.

"Well, let's just say that my boss is as dumb as a damn guy," I say, and I tell him everything. Dax remains mute as I gripe and spew this anger from my emotions into his words. "Imagine how badly I want to smash his head. "What audacity he has."

"Do you have a special relationship with your boss because you sound like he is special to you?"" That made me come to a halt. And I was taken aback when I saw he had inserted some facts here.

I felt humiliated, and I know I'm fighting myself within. I'm attempting to halt whatever it is that I refuse to admit or realize.

"Does it matter if I have feelings for that guy? That human is not worthy of my attention in the least." Talking about hatred, huh?

He gave a nod. "I'd like to assist you in forgetting him." It's simple since you already despise him and have plans for him. But I still want to assist you," he stated. Dax is a total sweetheart. It's feasible if I develop feelings for this guy. But what about Derek? He's a walking disaster, according to Angel, and he's out to ruin me. After all, he is a red flag.

"Thank you; I'll keep that in mind, but for now, let us drink this stress and let go of every ounce of hatred in my heart."

It was enjoyable; Dax does not feel like the Dax I met a few weeks ago. He is no longer quiet, and he speaks more than usual. I adore the character development he is displaying, and I hope he recovers as quickly as possible. He, too, is a victim, and we can't do much about it while his guilt is still in his system.

Everything after that is blurry, and I was dizzy to the point of passing out. I just woke up with a bad headache; happily, it is my day off, so I won't have to deal with my obnoxious boss, because I can't deal with both the hangover and my body at the same time.

"You are awake," remarked a male voice, and I recall Dax staying.

"Good morning, I'll just do my thing," I murmured to him, aware that he had opened my door room without knocking.

"I am truly sorry!" he exclaimed, still shocked, and judging by how his stained red cheeks are blushing so mad right now, he may possibly be embarrassed.

"No worries," he says, but I believe he flees at the speed of light.

So I conduct my usual morning ritual as quickly as I can because someone is waiting for me. I had a shower, dressed up after drying, and then exited my room, walking towards the kitchen area, where I was met by the familiar smell of cooking. This is, and I cannot go wrong with it.

"Are you crying?" Art questioned, wiping away my tears as the abrupt recollections assaulted my gaze.

"How did you find out this was my favorite food?"" I asked him, surprised. This is a customary cuisine on Clayland, but I can't say he usually knows how to make it; does he already?

"I'm not sure if you'll believe me, because it sounds so ridiculous, but last night I dreamed about a guy cooking something, and I remembered the recipe and such, and I have no idea that you like this kind of food," he says. Maybe Kaiden came to his dream and requested him to cook something for me.

But that's not right! How dare he visit others while ignoring me. How could he do such a thing to me?

"Do you want me to cook something else?" he asked, worriedly.

My head shook. "It's all right. This will be eaten by me. It's been a long time since I ate authentic food from my hometown." He nodded as if he understood.

I enjoy how he treats me with respect, like true gentleman. I can tell he is pleased with my company, and I am as well. I hope I am assisting him in dealing with his trauma and anxieties.

I taste the Mora Meat he cooked, and it tastes just like Kaiden's secret recipe. I can't help but cry while sobbing.

It tastes great and reminds me of happier times in the past. "This is tasty. It reminds me of a recipe my husband used to make. I'm hoping you'll cook for me again."

"As long as you don't cry like this again," he jokes, and I chuckle while wiping my tears and eating this dish. I realized today how much I miss my mate.

Derek could be a spur of the moment decision, and I have no plans to pursue this crazy. Simply a little more time.