MasukThird Person's POVHearing Jonathan's words, Samantha gritted her teeth in frustration.Was he rejecting her in front of everyone?Verity understood exactly what Jonathan meant.Before Genevieve could lose her temper, Verity moved first. She let out a soft gasp and collapsed into Jonathan's arms.Holding her temple weakly, she leaned against him and said in a fragile voice, "Honey, I suddenly feel so dizzy."Percival rushed over. "Verity, are you pregnant?"Xander stepped in. "Jonathan, take Verity back to her room and have someone check on her."Penelope quickly stepped forward and took Verity's arm. "Verity, are you thirsty? I'll get you some water."Jonathan glanced at his siblings, then scooped up Verity and carried her upstairs.The others followed close behind.Seeing this, Seraphina quickly signaled to her mate.She hurried after Jonathan and Verity. "Oh dear, what's wrong with you?"Wh
Third Person's POVSamantha walked up obediently to the future heirs of the Blade Pack. "Jonathan, Verity."Wynn had finally had enough of Samantha's fake, affected act.She pushed past Fred and stepped into the middle of the crowd. Trista and Fred hurried after her.Wynn looked at the members of the Blade Pack. "Do you even know who she really is? And you're still willing to take her in?"Seeing Wynn pick a fight, Samantha lowered her head, feeling guilty, and let out a soft cry. "Ms. Simmons, I don't think I've ever done anything to offend you. Why do you keep targeting me?"Wynn was completely fed up with Samantha.In front of everyone, she pointed at Samantha and said, "There you go again with the tears. Do you really think acting pitiful will make people forget what you and your aunt did?"Wynn had exposed Samantha's secrets in public, and it enraged Luna Genevieve.Her face darkened as she scolded Wynn. "Ms. Simmon
Third Person's POVTheir eyes met, and Cassian's expression gradually turned cold.Trista instantly realized that he was just as clueless as she was.Genevieve had insisted that Seraphina reveal the identity of her adopted daughter only at the banquet. Even Xander had been kept in the dark.It was obvious this girl meant a great deal to Genevieve.At exactly eight o'clock, their sleek luxury car rolled to a stop outside the Blade packhouse.Cassian got out first and opened the door for Trista.Before she could even step out, Xander was already walking toward them.Jonathan and Verity followed close behind."Xander," Verity said, "it's cold out here. Hurry and escort Alpha Cassian and Ms. Holmes inside."Before Xander could respond, Trista spoke up. "That's very kind of you, Verity. Alpha Xander, you should get back to your guests. Cassian and I can find our own way in."Tonight was the Blade Pack's adoption
Third Person's POVCassian's emotions were clearly getting the better of him. His deep, commanding voice had turned rough with restrained emotion."I told you I'd respect you," he said to Trista. "I told you I'd watch over your happiness, and I meant every word. So why are you still so guarded around me?"His voice rose with frustration. "Do you really think Xander is that much better than I am? That he's somehow more honorable? More worthy of your trust?"Trista was slightly tipsy, her eyes unfocused, giving her an innocent look."Cassian," she replied, "I don't want to be on guard around you. I just... can't help it."Those four words—"I can't help it"—hit Cassian like a blow, sending him staggering back."You destroyed the trust I had in you," she continued. "No matter how sincere you are now, part of me still feels like you're lying to me. I'm terrified of getting hurt by you again!"Alcohol had a way of strippi
Third Person's POVBefore Trista could speak, Verity cut in, saying, "I brought Dr. Holmes to Xander's office to examine me. Is there a problem with that, Rowena?"Rowena immediately forced a smile. "I'm sorry, Verity. I was just asking."Verity turned to Trista. "My time is valuable. Why are you still standing there? Go inside and get everything ready."Trista hurried into the office.Verity's harsh attitude toward Trista helped ease Rowena's suspicions.She left, though a trace of doubt still lingered on her face.Verity didn't go into the office right away.Instead, she peeked through the crack in the door.But all she saw was Xander and Trista exchanging a few words about work before focusing on their own tasks. She let out a disappointed sigh, then walked inside.Seeing her, Trista stood up and said, "Verity, please have a seat."Verity reached out a hand. As she studied Trista's face, she felt increas
Third Person's POVTrista fixed her gaze on the distant night sky, her voice barely above a whisper."Sayer has a mother. The three of them are a perfect, happy family. Anyone else trying to force their way in would only shatter that harmony."Every word she uttered so casually felt like a heavy blow directly to Cassian's heart.If only he had understood the weight of her words sooner, he and Trista wouldn't have ended up like this.It was all his own doing. A self-inflicted misery.The pain from the wound on his arm was nothing compared to the agonizing ache ripping through his chest.Swallowing the bitter taste of regret, Cassian opened the car door for Trista and saw her home.The next morning, Trista had just arrived at her office when a knock sounded at the door. It was Verity.Trista smiled, ready to greet her politely, but Verity was already pressing a hand to her forehead, a deep frown creasing her brow."
Third Person's POVCassian's eyes were bloodshot, reflecting a bone-deep exhaustion. "I'm fine, Mom. I'm just... not ready to let go yet. Just give me some time."Alaina didn't back down. "Look, if you want to push back the engagement, I'll run interference with your father. But you have to promise
Third Person's POVAlaina pointed a finger right at Wilmot's nose. "The Ironthorns is being ruined by old relics like you! Cassian could mate with the Moon Goddess herself and he'd still end up severed just to get away from your attitude!"Wynn chimed in with a quiet mumble from the back. "Seriousl
Third Person's POVAt 8:00 PM, the cool Los Angeles night was set ablaze by massive stone torches surrounding the Blade Plaza.The air was a thick, heady mix of expensive champagne and raw, high-tier pheromones.Trista and her crew had just hopped out of their car at the boundary when they ran into
Third Person's POVTrista slapped Madison.That slap didn't just carry a sting; it hit a major nerve cluster with surgical precision.For a split second, a flicker of the cold, cutting energy unique to high-tier Healers leaked from Trista's fingertips—a power that could literally dissect a soul. It







