Third Person's POVWatching Trista kneel before Howard, begging for him and Samantha to be together, Cassian felt like someone had slammed a sledgehammer into his chest. He was suffocating.He lunged forward, grabbing Trista's slender arm with a frantic grip. "Trista, get up!" he roared, his voice cracking with desperation. "What the hell is wrong with you? Stop this insanity!"But Trista didn't flinch. Instead, she reached back and gripped his cold hand.Her eyes held a look of finality that terrified him."Cassian, help me ask Grandfather," she pleaded, her voice thick with fake desperation. "For the sake of the child, I'm sure he'll agree. You two deserve to be together—officially."As they stared at each other in the heavy silence, Cassian felt a physical tearing sensation in his chest. It was the mating bond, screaming.Alaina watched the scene unfold in silence. Her eyes drifted from her son's panicked face to Samantha's calculated fear, and finally to Trista's dead, empty eyes.
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