Third Person's POVWilmot slammed his hand on the desk, standing up abruptly. "The Ironthorns has deep roots. Losing a few deals isn't going to shake our foundation. Since Shadowfang wants a war, Cassian, don't show them an ounce of mercy from here on out!"Cassian glanced at his mother to gauge her reaction before speaking. "Dad, Alistair is still Mom's brother. This started because of me; I'll handle it."Alaina looked at her son, a bit surprised.Under Wilmot's elite, "sink or swim" education, Cassian had always been a hardliner.The Ironthorn men believed that in business, there were only winners and losers—emotions were a liability. They were self-centered, decisive, and never looked back.But when it came to their personal lives, these Alphas, one after another, were turning into obsessive lunatics.During lunch hour, Trista got a call from Cassian and stepped outside the healing center.He looked lethal. Without a word, he grabbed her arm and hauled her into the car.Trista imm
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