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Third Person's POVBefore Cassian could even find his voice, Fred let out a sharp laugh. "She's surrounded by top-tier Alphas right now. Every single one of them is looking for a chance to bring her home to their own pack. She's living her best life, Cassian. Why would she ever look back?""And you? What do you even have to offer her anymore?"Fred's words were like poisoned fangs, tearing through Cassian's final defenses.He let out a low, pained groan, grabbed his jacket, and stumbled out of the room on unsteady legs.He knew he owed Trista more than he could ever pay, but cutting the link entirely? He'd have to bleed himself dry first.Cassian didn't even remember the drive home.The second he pushed open the front door, the sight of the light in the living room made his heart skip a beat.He threw his jacket aside and ran into the room like a madman.For a split second, he saw her—Trista, wearing that ridiculous cartoon onesie, tossing a pillow aside and running toward him."Babe.

Third Person's POVZander stepped smoothly in front of Trista, his gaze cutting through Madison like a winter chill. "Everyone is a guest here, but Dr. Holmes is a guest of honor for the Blades. I'd suggest you find some perspective before you open your mouth again."The warning was blunt and unmistakable. Madison froze, her face alternating between a sickly pale and a humiliated flush.Trista looked at Madison with the same detached pity she'd give a stray dog barking for territory it couldn't possibly hold.Madison's pathetic attempts at provocation were transparent; she wanted to use the "Ex-mate of Ironthorn" label to keep Trista pinned down in a lower social tier.She wanted everyone to think that without Cassian's protection, Trista didn't even belong in this plaza.Trista took a step forward, her voice calm and carry-all for the benefit of the curious crowd. "Last week, Luna Priscilla personally kicked you out of Bluestar territory. The whole city knows about it. So, should I k

Third Person's POVSeeing that Trista hadn't reacted, Madison tilted her chin up maliciously. "Dr. Holmes, you aren't actually planning on becoming that pup's stepmother, are you?"Trista stopped in her tracks, her gaze cutting across Madison's face like a cold blade.She spoke with a detached, undeniable authority. "Madison, which territory I join or who I choose to mate with is none of your business. You're a rogue now. Worry about yourself."Madison shrunk back, looking around nervously. She didn't dare cause a scene in front of this many high-tier Alphas.But as she watched Cassian cut through the crowd to head straight for Trista, Madison nearly ground her teeth to dust with jealousy.Cassian didn't just have the looks; he controlled the sharpest resources in Los Angeles.She had been obsessed with him for years, but as an illegitimate daughter, she'd always felt like a second-class citizen in the pack hierarchy—too afraid to ever speak up.She'd thought that with Trista exiled a

Third Person's POVSeeing Trista's silence, Rowena smiled, her voice carrying a certain mature ruthlessness. "Perhaps we just view bonds differently. In this circle, a union is built on a map of shared interests. As long as my position is secure, I don't care who he marked in the past or whose bed he's currently lingering in."Trista actually felt a flicker of respect for her.If she had possessed that same cold-blooded clarity years ago, she wouldn't have ended up being torn to pieces."Ms. Porter," Trista finally spoke. "I hope you get exactly what you want."Trista walked away with a steady pace, vanishing at the end of the hallway.The smile on Rowena's face evaporated instantly. She looked toward the corner, her voice like ice. "You've heard enough. Get out here."Madison slinked out of the shadows, looking awkward.She scurried over to Rowena and lowered her voice urgently. "Ms. Porter, don't let that hypocrite fool you! She says she doesn't care, but behind the scenes, she's st

Third Person's POVThe morning after the gala, Trista went straight to Xander's office."Alpha Xander, Alistair is doing better, but fixing a shattered mental link is going to take a massive amount of time."Trista looked worried. "He's been skipping his sessions, and it's a bad move. He's hurting his own recovery."Xander set his files down. "You're his healer, so feel free to reach out. But if he won't play ball, we have to respect that. He's the Shadowfang Alpha—nobody can force the guy to do anything."After she left the office, Trista couldn't shake the pit in her stomach.During her last visit to Shadowfang, she had been 100% sure Alistair was hiding a serious injury.She remembered when she was at her lowest—how Alistair had leaned on the Simmons just to make sure her severance went through smoothly.Now that he was in trouble, she couldn't just sit back and watch.After work, Trista drove out to the Shadowfangs alone.Since she didn't have an appointment, she parked at the gat