Chapter 61
Chapter 61
Trista’s POV
His kiss was frantic, almost out of control.
It held desire, undisguised possession, but mostly a kind of agitation I didn’t recognize-
I could feel his pheromones spreading in waves around my body.
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It was the usual cold, smoky wood scent of the Ironthorn Alpha, but now it felt ignited, the aftertaste bitter, sharp to the point of pain.
My scent gland tingled, aroused by the aroma. Deep in my consciousness, my wolf thrashed uncomfortably, letting out a small whimper.
That was the sensation of the mating bond being violently yanked tight.
Amidst the struggle, his comm–stone slipped from his suit pocket. It spun half a circle on the thick carpet and settled still.
The next second, the stone’s vibration buzzed loudly on the floor.
As the rune activated, the light pattern on the stone surface flickered faintly, quickly obscured by shadow and movement.
My hand brushed the stone as I tried to push him away.
The soft light flashed once, then slowly dimmed.
The only sounds in the living room were his ragged breathing and the thudding of my heart, which was growing louder.
“Trista…” He managed to
gasp for breath between kisses. His forehead pressed against mine. His voice was muffled, squeezed from deep in his throat, laced with desire and persuasion. “Let’s have a baby p>
The words landed, and his aura seemed to descend entirely.
The wolf’s instinct, the Alpha’s possessiveness, and the pain of the mating bond being violently tightened- all pressed down with those few words, aimed at me without restraint.
My wolf let out a suppressed pant deep in my mind. It instinctively wanted to rush toward this scent and warmth, and I could only cling desperately to my last thread of consciousness.
In that instant, a faint hum came from the floor.
The next moment, a voice cut through the light.
“Cassian? ”
The person on the other end was briefly silent, as if choked up, before speaking again.
“Cassian, the baby has a fever again. He’s crying so badly I can’t calm him down. Can you please come
Quer p>
The stifling atmosphere in the room was severed.
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The strength in Cassian’s grip on my wrist froze.
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The next second, he abruptly released me, stepping back. His movement was momentarily clumsy, but he quickly composed himself into his usual dignified demeanor.
He steadied me, pulling me away from the corner of the sofa and urging me to sit straight.
I felt my clothes were disheveled. My breathing hadn’t fully calmed. My scent gland was still instinctively chasing the lingering aroma.
But the ignited Alpha pheromones suddenly retreated, leaving only scattered, chaotic sparks in the air.
He bent down and picked up the comm–stone. I
He bent down and picked up the comm–stone. His finger smoothed over its surface.
“Samantha,” he spoke, his voice unconsciously softening. The roughness he had just pressed onto me was completely hidden. “Don’t cry yet. Take your time and tell me what’s wrong p>
That single sound of “Samantha” felt like a bucket of ice water dumped over my head.
I looked down, pulling my robe straight, buttoning it up one button at a time. My wrist, which had been numb from his grip, still trembled slightly. Ignoring the tremor, I stood up and walked toward the door.
I had taken only one step when he reached out for me.
On the other end of the comm–stone, Samantha’s sobbing continued.
I stopped, turning back to meet his gaze.
“In the two decades I’ve known you,” I said, every word distinct, trying to keep my voice steady, unlike the coldness in my heart, “I have never found you as repulsive as I do today p>
With that, I turned and grabbed the door handle.
His fingertips paused mid–air. He did not follow.
“Bang p>
I slammed the door shut.
The sound of wood hitting the frame exploded in the hallway, sealing off all the lingering scent and incomplete passion from that suite.
In the brief silence, I heard my own heartbeats slowly subside from my ears.
I woke up the next morning to the light filtering through the gap in the curtains.
The first thing I saw was my own comm–stone on the nightstand.
The stone’s surface showed unread messages. I picked it up and saw a few texts from Cassian.
He had left Santa Monica and returned to the Ironthorn Pack territory.
I read them, then flipped the comm–stone back onto the desk.
My scent gland still faintly ached. I took a deep breath, washed up, dressed as usual, and threw myself
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completely into my work.
A week passed quickly.
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The day I returned to Los Angeles, my comm–stone vibrated just as I got off the plane.
It was the contact person from the auction house.
He said the appraisal for my mother’s obsidian staff was complete and he wanted to schedule a time to confirm the reserve price and the terms of consignment
After discussing it with my parents, the reserve price we gave was $1.5 billion USD. We entrusted R&L Investment Bank to handle the auction.
If it sold for the minimum of $1.5 billion, I could not only smoothly terminate the mating bond with Cassian and completely escape this suffocating life, but Attwater could finish his courses without worrying about tuition.
My parents‘ lives would also be easier, no longer having to cautiously weigh every medical bill and every
statement.
As for the obsidian cane itself-
As long as my parents were still with me, my only goal was to make money relentlessly.
The day I finally stood on my own two feet, I would use my own money to buy that cane back.
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