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Third Person's POVPretending?When had she ever pretended anything?In the three years they'd been bonded, she'd only gone out once. He'd just happened to come home earlier than she did tonight, and, as luck would have it, her phone had died.Trista looked at Wilmot without arguing about who was right or wrong. After all, she'd chosen this path herself.She simply reminded him calmly, "Wilmot, we're about to end our mating bond."Her meaning was clear. "Don't interfere with me anymore. You have no right to."Wilmot said nothing after she finished. He only stared at her, his gaze cold, a dangerous darkness lurking in his eyes.Seeing that he wasn't going to say anything, Trista turned and headed for the bathroom.Suddenly, he pulled his right hand from his pocket and grabbed her, his alpha strength easily overpowering her as he yanked her back. "Do you think the Bloodmoon Pack is just some random place?"A few day

Third Person's POVStanding by the floor-to-ceiling window, Wilmot glanced back at Trista. Honestly, she was pretty dull.He turned, walked over to the coffee table, bent down to stub out his cigarette, and pulled a shirt and suit out of the closet, casually changing into them.Trista looked away.Wilmot chuckled at her reaction. "Too shy to look?"Trista looked up at him, saying nothing.Wilmot motioned to her. "Come here."Trista hesitated for a moment before getting out of bed and walking over.Reaching him, she asked, "You want me to tie your tie?"Wilmot laughed. "Why would I need a tie? It's midnight."Then he shoved his belt into her hands. "Help me put it on."Trista glanced down at it, her ears flushing bright red. Still, she carefully fastened it around his waist.But she couldn't quite get the tightness right—it was either too loose or too tight. After fussing with it for a while, her whole face had turned crimson.The position felt way too intimate, and dirty thoughts coul

Third Person's POVTrista looked at Camilla calmly and said, "It's not because of Natalie. I've been wanting to do it for a long time. That's why I brought it up with him a few days ago."She used to call him "Will," but at some point, she'd stopped.Now, she either called him Wilmot or simply referred to him as "he."Camilla took her hand, trying to change her mind. "Don't rush into anything. Let's give it a little more time and see how things go, okay? If he's still acting like this by then, I won't hold you back anymore. How does that sound?"Trista replied softly, "Camilla, I've given him enough time."Her heart didn't shatter overnight.She had once loved Wilmot, but his constant indifference and disdain had slowly worn that affection away.Even her wolf who had once cheered for him was barely hanging on now, too exhausted to stir.Looking at Camilla, Trista continued, "I don't want to keep going like this anymore.

Third Person's POVFor the three years since their bond, the Bloodmoon Pack had kept up both overt and covert pressure on him, and she knew all about it.She removed his hand from her waist, avoided his gaze, and sat up straight.She gripped the mouse and said, "I'm done. You can have the desk back."Wilmot didn't get up. He reached up, caught her chin between his fingers, and forced her to look at him.At that moment, Trista's phone rang on the desk.She had just been wondering how to escape when she saw Easton's name on the screen.Trista quickly grabbed her phone and said to Wilmot, "I need to take this."As she spoke, she hurried toward the picture window, clutching her phone tightly.She answered, and Easton's cheerful voice came through the phone. "Trista, are you free tomorrow night? Let's grab dinner."Standing by the window, Trista looked out into the darkness and said, "I'm going to sit this one out. You

Third Person's POVElizabeth had pulled Trista into a game of Texas Hold'em with a few others.Trista wasn't particularly good at card games, but she kept a smile on her face and played along."Trista, one more loss and you're drinking!""Trista, your poker skills are terrible!"Every time she lost her chips, she offered a helpless, embarrassed smile, feeling like a complete disaster at the table.Across the room, Wilmot was sipping strong liquor with Xavier, his eyes drifting over to her now and then.He watched her furrow her brows as she downed her penalty shot, and a faint sense of confusion and unfamiliarity stirred in him.Away from his sight, she was actually willing to hang out with everyone—a far cry from the stiff, spiritless woman she usually was around him.In reality, Trista's past caution was born of their mating bond and, even more so, of her duty as the luna of the Bloodmoon Pack.She had to maintain a dignified image at all times.As everyone was having a great time,