LOGINThird Person's POV:Xander's gaze fell on a framed photo of Trista on the nightstand.He strolled around the room, catching her faint scent in the air. With a teasing smile, he said softly, "No wonder this room smells so nice. It belongs to a high-ranking she-wolf."Trista nearly choked on his comment.She stepped in front of him, wishing she had a roll of tape to seal his mouth shut."Alpha Xander, could you please keep your mouth shut for once?"Xander held her gaze without blinking.He leaned in slowly, the presence of a mature Alpha pressing around her. "If I'm a good boy and do what you say, do I get a reward?"His deep eyes seemed to pull her in, and her heart raced.Trista backed away on instinct, but Xander closed the distance with every step.Her calf hit the edge of the bed, forcing her to sit down. Only then did he stop.She had just started to breathe a sigh of relief and stand when Xander sudde
Third Person's POV:Xander shifted his gaze to Trista instead. His tone was polite, but there was an unmistakable hint of possessiveness in it. "I was in the area and wanted to discuss something with Dr. Holmes."Cassian glanced at Trista without a trace of expression.Trista lowered her eyes, avoiding the stares of both Alphas.Her apartment was downtown. The Blade Pack's headquarters, the healing center, and Xander's commercial district were all on the west side of the city.Yet every time he came, he claimed he was "in the area". The man could lie with a straight face.Cassian reached out again and adjusted her wool coat, quietly trying to cover the trace of Xander's scent with his own."It's windy out here," he said softly. "Go inside. Don't catch a cold."Trista smiled through gritted teeth and murmured an obedient, "Okay."Cassian stared at her obedient response, his chest tightening.That gentle obedience h
Third Person's POV:Like Trista, Attwater had followed Cassian around since childhood.Whenever he ran into a problem he couldn't solve, he never went to Trista first. Cassian had always been the one he turned to.The boy had trusted him, admired him, and depended on him completely.Yet in his previous life, Cassian had not only injured Attwater's wrist in a fit of madness but had also broken the hearts of the entire family.A sharp pain twisted through his chest again. Without showing it, Cassian sat down beside Trista, accepted the wine glass Attwater handed him, and forced himself to stay composed.Every dish on the table had been made to his taste.Ulva reminded her daughter. "Trista, don't just eat. Put some more meat on Cassian's plate. Look how much weight he's lost."Trista quietly reached over and put a piece of roast turkey on Cassian's plate.Cassian stared at her for a moment, as though he had been given the
Third Person's POV:More than half an hour later, they arrived at the apartment building where the Silverlight Pack lived.Grateful for Cassian's help, Trista's parents warmly invited him upstairs to stay for a meal.Cassian didn't answer right away. Instead, he looked cautiously at Trista.Like a child who had done something wrong, he carefully reined in the commanding presence of an Alpha and asked quietly, "Trista... may I?"Trista met his tentative gaze, then silently looked away.If Cassian hadn't used the overwhelming aura of a pureblood Alpha to intimidate that couple earlier, there was no telling how long her family would have been stuck in that confrontation.It was only natural for her parents to invite him to lunch. There was no reason for her to object and make it look like she cared too much.When Trista gave a slight nod, delight flickered in Cassian's eyes. He immediately got out and opened the car door for her p
Third Person's POV:Trista's parents stepped in front of Attwater. "Watch your mouth. What gives you the right to insult people?Trista glanced at the scrape marks on the ground and answered calmly. "We didn't hit your car. You should contact this man's family."Kindness had its limits.Even if someone had to pay for the damage, it would never be her.The young woman pointed at Trista's family and shrieked. "That old man was calling him like they were family. I heard every word. You're all in this together."Just then, the elderly man shuffled forward, trembling with despair. "My son abandoned me. I don't have any money to pay you."Once the young couple realized the homeless man had no money, they became even more determined not to let Trista's family leave.The young man's face twisted with anger. He kicked the old man to the ground. "Get lost, you old fool!"The elderly man crashed onto the pavement, drawing a crowd of bystanders.Attwater was young and hot-blooded. His strong sens
Third Person's POVOver an hour later, outside the Silverlight pack's apartment building.Trista unbuckled her seatbelt and was just about to get out when Cassian suddenly leaned over and grabbed her wrist.Even heavily restrained, the grip of a high-tier Alpha carried an aggressive, inescapable dominance.Trista's face instantly hardened. Her body's defense mechanisms kicked in, a cold glint flashing in her eyes. "Cassian, did you forget what you promised me? Get your paws off me."They stared at each other in the tight space of the car for a few tense seconds. Meeting her fierce resistance, Cassian slowly let go.His deep eyes were locked onto her face. With a hint of tentative pleading, he asked, "Forget the matcha cake. Forget all the bad things from the past. Let me win you back... please?"Trista looked right into his eyes and calmly shook her head.She answered, pronouncing every word clearly, "Every single bad memory be
Third Person's POVThe elevator doors slid open, and the warm hallway light flooded in, tracing a soft, glowing edge around the hem of Trista's light-colored skirt.She walked to Alaina's right while Wynn linked arms on her left, their footsteps creating a rhythmic clicking against the marble floor
Third Person's POVNovember 8th. Shortly after 7:30 PM.Night had fully claimed the Los Angeles skyline, drowning it in a deep, electric blue.The driveway of the hotel was bathed in the warm amber glow of recessed lights as a steady stream of luxury cars rolled into the drop-off zone, the rhythmic
Third Person's POVHoward nodded, satisfied. "Until Cassian officially seals a mating bond, we cannot lower our guard around that low-life rogue.""You're right, Dad," Wilmot added, his tone lethal. "An Alpha of Ironthorn mating with a rogue like her? It's an insult to our bloodline."Alaina sat ne
Third Person's POVTrista stood there, letting out a silent, exhausted sigh.It felt like the entire world was trying to matchmake her and Cassian.To any outsider who didn't know the truth, her choice to jilt him at the altar probably looked like the ultimate act of self-destruction.Cassian looke







