INICIAR SESIÓNThird Person's POV
But who would dare interfere in a pack's internal scandal?
Not to mention, most of the clients here either relied on the Blackthorns or did business with the Crees family. Everyone just watched coldly from the sidelines. Some even stepped back in disgust. Not a single person stepped up to help.
In a panic, Samantha resorted to screaming threats. "You broke in here in broad daylight to assault me! This is a crime! I'll get a lawyer to sue you and throw y
Third Person's POVBut who would dare interfere in a pack's internal scandal?Not to mention, most of the clients here either relied on the Blackthorns or did business with the Crees family. Everyone just watched coldly from the sidelines. Some even stepped back in disgust. Not a single person stepped up to help.In a panic, Samantha resorted to screaming threats. "You broke in here in broad daylight to assault me! This is a crime! I'll get a lawyer to sue you and throw you all in jail!"Hearing the word "jail," Hayden scoffed right then and there, like she had just heard the funniest joke in the world.She tossed her ridiculously expensive handbag aside and slowly crouched down in front of Samantha.Her perfectly manicured hands suddenly grabbed a fistful of Samantha's hair, forcing her head back. Then, she picked up a heavy leather slipper from the floor and started mercilessly whacking Samantha across her self-proclaimed "innocent" face.
Third Person's POVHayden sneered, looking down from her high horse. Her well-maintained voice was piercingly sharp. "Listen here, Fernandez! Don't think for a second that just because your trashy aunt is knocked up with Edwin's kid, she can suddenly turn from a tramp into a queen! In our Blackthorn Pack, without the acknowledgment of the elders and the council, that thing in her stomach is nothing but a bastard who won't even get our last name!"Samantha's face instantly went pale. Looking guilty and panicked, she glanced around, desperately trying to find someone to speak up for her.Meanwhile, hiding behind the spa's massive velvet curtains, Trista couldn't help but frown slightly.In her memories from her past life, it was only after she and Cassian broke their mating bond that Thomasina relied on her child to elevate her status and marry into the Blackthorns.But looking at it now, it turned out that Thomasina had actually crossed the line and
Third Person's POVAt that moment, lying in bed in her apartment, Trista stared at the text message popping up on her screen. Her eyes were ice-cold as she chose not to reply.Xander's moves at the club tonight had been way too obvious. The fact that Fred had ruthlessly put her on the spot like that meant everyone else had already picked up on the clues.As a high-tier Alpha, there was no way Cassian hadn't noticed.This text was either him testing the waters or demanding an answer.But either way, with her current mindset, she had zero obligation to explain her private life to him anymore.Back in the living room, Cassian waited in absolute agony for a long time, but his screen never lit up with even a single word.Caught between frustration and panic, he tilted his head back and downed a massive gulp of harsh red wine.After wrestling with his restraint, he ultimately lost to the torture of his own possessiveness and directly
Third Person's POVOutside the Royal Court Club.Cassian stood on the steps like a statue. The night wind whipped through his short hair, but he didn't pull his gaze away until the car's taillights had completely melted into the endless Los Angeles night.Fred rubbed his temples, feeling a headache coming on. He turned and gently coaxed his fiancée. "Go wait in the car, it's windy out here. I'm going to have a smoke with Cassian, then I'll be right there."Wynn cast a worried glance at Cassian's lonely back, but obediently got into the car.The second the car door closed, the smile vanished from Fred's face.He grabbed Cassian by the arm and dragged him into the shadows of a secluded corner of the club.Lowering his voice, he demanded, "Cassian, give it to me straight. What the hell is going on between Xander and Trista?"Cassian didn't say a word. He pulled out his lighter and lit a cigarette, his deep, dark gold eyes narrowing out of habit.The blue flame danced briefly across his c
Third Person's POVOutside the Royal Court Club.Cassian stood on the steps like a statue. The night wind whipped through his short hair, but he didn't pull his gaze away until the car's taillights had completely melted into the endless Los Angeles night.Fred rubbed his temples, feeling a headache coming on. He turned and gently coaxed his fiancée. "Go wait in the car, it's windy out here. I'm going to have a smoke with Cassian, then I'll be right there."Wynn cast a worried glance at Cassian's lonely back, but obediently got into the car.The second the car door closed, the smile vanished from Fred's face.He grabbed Cassian by the arm and dragged him into the shadows of a secluded corner of the club.Lowering his voice, he demanded, "Cassian, give it to me straight. What the hell is going on between Xander and Trista?"Cassian didn't say a word. He pulled out his lighter and lit a cigarette, his deep, dark gold eyes narrowing out of habit.The blue flame danced briefly across his c
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 POVAlaina knew her son.Cassian was in that dangerous phase where guilt meets obsession—he was spiraling, and Trista was the only thing he could see.In a game like this, Rowena's poise and rationality would likely only make him feel more suffocated.Inside the car, Cassian shot Row
Third Person's POVIn the middle of the scuffle, the claws extending from Wilmot's fingers accidentally caught Fred's jaw.Fred let out a theatrical yelp, clutching his face and dropping into a crouch.Wynn immediately lunged forward to shield him, glaring at her father. "Dad! Now you're hitting Fr
Third Person's POVCassian's eyes were frantic, his voice splintering with every word. "It was all my fault... Just trust me one more time. I promise they will never bother you again.""Because Samantha was the woman you'd die to protect," Trista said, her voice terrifyingly calm as she stripped aw
Third Person's POVCassian stared at his father's arrogant, delusional face, his brow furrowed in a deep knot.He glanced toward Trista, his voice raspy but steady. "Dad, taking that hit was my call. You had no right to come here and act like a thug."He took a ragged, bloody breath and continued,







