로그인Third Person's POV
Cassian sat right beside her, his deep, dark eyes tracking Trista's every move.
He could tell—and his Alpha instincts confirmed it—that she was feeling guilty about something.
Seeing her act so nervously made Cassian's heart skip a beat for no reason, triggering an uncontrollable wave of panic in his chest.
He didn't even know what he was panicking about; all he knew was that he was completely on edge.
Feeling flustered, Trista
Third Person's POVTrista shook her head helplessly, trying to break the heavy tension in the hallway. "Cassian, you've been drinking too. Just let your driver pick you up."Cassian's dark eyes locked onto her, his voice low. "The driver is already waiting in the lobby. I'll drop you off at your apartment on the way.""No need to bother Alpha Cassian."Xander cut in at the perfect moment. A lazy smile hung on his lips, but his tone carried an undeniable edge of aggression. "Alpha Cassian, you don't need to worry. I'll make sure Dr. Trista gets home safely."The two men were roughly the same size. Their powerful high-tier alpha auras clashed silently in the narrow hallway, neither willing to yield a single inch.Watching from the sidelines, Fred's eye twitched wildly. His sharp instincts told him that if these two actually threw down right here, they would tear the roof right off the club.Seeing this, Trista's temples throbbed.
Third Person's POVWynn and Victoria exchanged a look. Worried about her, they quickly followed her out.A few minutes later, Cassian stared at the empty seat beside him, the irritation in his chest growing harder and harder to suppress.He pushed off his knees and stood up.Fred walked over with a glass in hand, but Cassian just dropped a low excuse. "I'm going to the restroom."But before Cassian could even take a step, Xander stood up gracefully on his right.Cassian paused, turning his head to shoot him an icy glare.Xander adjusted the collar of his coat, a provocative, amused smirk on his face. "What a coincidence. I need to use the restroom too. Let's walk together, Alpha Cassian."At the edge of the dimly lit VIP room, the two towering men locked eyes, invisible sparks practically crackling in the air between them.Inside the restroom, Trista turned on the faucet and splashed freezing water onto her face.
Third Person's POVCassian's deep, dark gold eyes never left Trista for a single second.Watching her react like she was facing down a deadly enemy, looking incredibly guilty, a suffocating panic gripped his chest.The string of sanity in his mind tangled into an absolute mess.Fred struck while the iron was hot, pushing for more. "Not bad, Xander. You hid that pretty well. Tell us who it is—maybe we all know her?"Meeting the probing stares of everyone around him, Xander took his time pouring a glass of water. "Fred, don't make fun of me. She's incredible, and I really like her, but... right now, I'm still working hard to win her over."The room erupted into another round of good-natured laughter and teasing.Trista secretly let out a massive sigh of relief, the heavy stone in her chest finally dropping."Thank god, the guy actually has some restraint."Cassian noticed Trista's rigid shoulders slowly relax.
Third Person's POV"What fun game are you guys playing? Mind if I join?" Xander asked casually, looking completely unbothered as he stood by the door.Hearing Xander explicitly bring up Truth or Dare, Cassian gave a slight, unreadable nod. "Of course.""Since Alpha Xander is in, you know the rules! Everyone here plays, and no one gets to back out!" Fred, always down for some chaos, clapped his hands and hyped up the crowd. The awkward tension in the room was quickly swept under the rug by the forced cheers.Following the rules, everyone gathered around the large coffee table.The first person in the clockwise rotation spun the dark liquor bottle.The glass spun rapidly across the smooth marble surface, gradually slowing down until the neck pointed dead center at Fred.Amidst a chorus of hoots and whistles, the guy in charge of asking the question gave Fred a wicked nudge. "Fred, between you and Wynn, who actually made the first move?"
Third Person's POVCassian sat right beside her, his deep, dark eyes tracking Trista's every move.He could tell—and his Alpha instincts confirmed it—that she was feeling guilty about something.Seeing her act so nervously made Cassian's heart skip a beat for no reason, triggering an uncontrollable wave of panic in his chest.He didn't even know what he was panicking about; all he knew was that he was completely on edge.Feeling flustered, Trista reached out for a glass of alcohol.But Cassian beat her to it, seamlessly sliding a warm glass of juice right into her hand instead.Trista shot Cassian a look, then stood up with the juice. "Fred, Wynn, congratulations."Wynn walked over to Trista, leaning in to clink glasses with her.Right after the clink, Wynn's lack of a filter kicked in and she blurted out, "Trista, when are you and my brother going to redo the mating ceremony?"Across from them, Fred's
Third Person's POVThat evening, at the Imperial Club.Trista had changed into a sleek little black dress. Along with Victoria, who had just returned from a vacation in New York, and two other colleagues from the healing center, she pushed open the doors to the top-tier VIP private room right on time.Almost everyone else had already arrived.Cassian sat expressionless dead-center on the main leather sofa. His overwhelming Alpha aura made the air in the room feel a bit heavy.To his left sat Fred and Wynn, who were deep in their honeymoon phase, along with a few close friends.But to Cassian's right, a single seat had been deliberately left empty.According to their usual unspoken rule, that spot belonged exclusively to Trista.The moment Trista walked through the door, her eyes locked straight onto Cassian's deep, dark gaze. Her footsteps instantly froze.Victoria was sharp; she immediately caught the resistance in her best friend's eyes.Without making it obvious, she gently tugged
Third Person's POVThe next morning, Ironthorn Group Headquarters, CEO Office.Two sharp knocks hit the door."Come in."Humphrey walked in, his gland scent tightly controlled. "Alpha Cassian, Mr. Howard sent the omega over. He insists you go back to the pack manor today."Cassian signed the final
Third Person's POVLate at night, West Side.On a street where human and werewolf territories overlapped, a dimly lit wolf bar hung its neon sign, "Moonlit Rest."After midnight, they stopped serving humans. The clientele passing in and out were almost exclusively wolves, their gland scents heavy i
Cassian's POV"My love for you doesn't make me your bargaining chip." Trista violently released her pressure, letting it collide with mine. The air rippled invisibly. "You have no right to use my happiness to pay for your guilt toward her."I took a step forward, grabbing her shoulders, trying to e
Trista's POVI opened the door.The instant I saw Cassian, my first instinct was to slam it shut.He was faster. As the door started to swing closed, his palm braced the frame, and he forced his way in.The single room dormitory was small. With him standing there, the air instantly filled with his







