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Trista's POVAfter Cassian let me go and turned to leave, I was left alone in the dressing room.Even with the door shut, his Alpha aura clung to the air and the back of my throat—a taste I couldn't swallow no matter how hard I tried.Our mating bond didn't let up either. It felt like a thin wire wrapped around my chest; even though it had been stretched dangerously thin, it still bit into my skin, a nagging reminder of what had just happened.I stood there for a long time until my breathing finally leveled out, then I pushed the door open.Paisley had been waiting outside. When she saw me, her eyes were swimming with pity.She kept her voice low, as if afraid of startling my wolf. "Luna Trista, Alpha Cassian had me make some fish and soup for you."I shook my head. My voice was a bit raspy, but I kept my composure. "Paisley, I'm not hungry. I need to get to Sanctum."Paisley let out a sigh. She gently pulled me into the dining room, her tone firm, as if she were holding the last line

Third Person's POVWhether it was Howard or Wilmot, their eyes were only ever on Cassian and the Ironthorn pack.To them, Trista was just a pawn on a board.If she had value, she stayed on the board to keep up the family's image.If she lost that value, she'd be cleared away in silence, as if she had never existed.Halfway through dinner, Trista excused herself.She rose with a steady poise, her back straight—the perfect picture of a Luna.But the moment she left the table, the mating bond yanked at her chest, a flash of pain so sharp she could barely catch her breath.She hadn't been able to swallow a single bite; she didn't have the energy left to keep performing in this carefully choreographed "perfect family" drama.Her stomach was hollow with an aching hunger, but her chest felt so blocked that even breathing felt like a chore.Alaina followed her out, pulling her into a secluded side hall."Trista," Alaina whispered, her voice tight with the anxiety of someone who had lived thro

Trista's POVI bit my lower lip, refusing to let a single sound escape, but my wolf was thrashing inside my chest. She let out a low, raspy whimper, only to be ruthlessly pinned down by the mark he'd left on me last night. Even struggling felt futile.When Cassian hung up and turned around, he saw right through me.He walked back, sat on the edge of the bed, and reached for my hand. When he felt the tremor in my arm, he paused for a noticeable beat.His dark eyes lingered on me for a few seconds, as if he were weighing his next move, before he finally spoke."Trista, Algernon is my son," he said, his voice deep and calm. "That is a fact that no one can change."I lifted my eyes, the corners of my mouth twitching as I struggled to speak. "I'm not stopping you from seeing each other. But you don't have to flaunt your intimacy right in front of my face."We locked eyes. The air felt compressed, heavy enough to make breathing a struggle.The mating bond pulled tight across my chest—refusi

Trista's POVI bit my lower lip. My scent gland was radiating a faint heat, as if the warmth of the mark he'd left on me last night was still burning there.I forced myself to take deep breaths, forcing my wolf to shove her pheromones back down.Finally, my emotions cooled, leaving me like a beach after the tide recedes—nothing but stinging sand and a mess of wreckage.Cassian seemed to have been waiting for this moment of silence.He leaned down and pulled me into his arms, his palm flat against my back. The gesture looked gentle, but it carried a strength that warned me not to struggle.Then, he pulled a key from his pocket and pressed it into my hand.The metal was freezing, like a sliver of the cold moon."This is the key to the villa downtown," he murmured. "Let your parents move back in there."I pulled out of his embrace and took two steps back, like I was escaping a net that was slowly tightening.I set the key aside and rejected him. My voice was calmer now, but it was sharpe

Third Person's POVCassian stared into her eyes, his gaze flickering slightly. "Tell me then."The two of them locked eyes in silence. The air was a thick cocktail of champagne and perfume, but beneath the surface, the distinct auras of various Alphas pressed down like invisible tides surging in the dark.Trista let out a faint, hollow smirk.It was because she was born into a truly powerful pack. Her upbringing and pride had been carved into her marrow from the very beginning.She had been taught from birth to maintain decorum; she wasn't the type to cause a scene in public or let herself spiral out of control just because the bond was cracking.The Silverlight pack had once held her high before their decline.She had no powerful family left to shield her, no mountain to lean on—and so, she became the perfect candidate for a controllable Luna.Cassian cared about appearances. He cared about his reputation and the public image of Ironthorn.She happened to be the perfect fit—someone w