Chapter 370
Third Person’s POV
Ulva stood up and grabbed an extra set of silverware. “Isaiah, since you moved in next door, there’s no reason for you to go hunting for food on your own. Anytime you don’t feel like cooking, just come over. We’ve always got plenty p>
Attwater was already pulling out a chair. “My mom’s right. Being a lone wolf is boring. Sit down, Isaiah p>
Isaiah didn’t act like a guest for a second. He sat right down and started joking with the Silverlight crew while helping himself to the omelets on the table.
Attwater chewed on a piece of bacon, looking at Ulva. “Mom, the ranking exams at the Academy are only a week away. When Trista took them, you were outside the hall in a ‘Number One Fan’ shirt, radiating enough supportive energy to power a stadium. It’s my turn now-you’ve gotta pull out an even bigger outfit to back me up p>
Ulva laughed, shaking her head. “I was in my prime when your sister took those tests. At my age, if I showed up in one of those giant slogan shirts, the other wolves would think I’d lost my mind p>
“Then let Dad do it,” Attwater suggested. “Stuff him into that furry school mascot suit and have him stand guard at the entrance p>
Randolph nearly spilled his coffee on his newspaper. He gave a look of pure, horrified rejection.
Trista burst out laughing. “Leave Dad out of it. Isaiah’s got the face and the build of a natural model. Let’s put him in a flashy cheerleader outfit and have him be your ‘lucky charm’ outside the hall p>
Isaiah, his mouth full of food, shot Trista a glare and let out a soft, playful growl of protest.
Attwater’s eyes lit up. “That’s genius! Day one: Mom wears a sequined ‘Victory’ hoodie. Day two: Isaiah sprays his hair the school color-bright purple. Day three: Sis, you put on the mascot suit. I’ll get a perfect score for sure p>
Trista pretended to think it over for a second, then nodded. “Perfect plan. Mom, hit the party store and find the loudest stuff they have. Let’s have Isaiah do a dress rehearsal p>
Isaiah suddenly felt like the price for this free breakfast was getting a little steep.
He nudged Trista’s arm, his tone almost pleading. “Trista, come on. I’ll be the driver, okay? I really don’t want to show up at the testing grounds looking like a joke in front of all the other packs p>
Trista shook her head with a grin, patting his shoulder. “Show some of that ‘ride or die’ loyalty for your friend. I believe in you p>
Isaiah gave up. He sat there looking tragic as Trista packed her bag for the clinic, leaving him at the mercy of Attwater, who was already mapping out his “bright purple” hairstyle.
9:00 AM, at Xander’s Office, he watched Trista’s expression for a moment before finally letting out a sigh of relief.
“Seeing you like this… I can finally stop worrying p>
Trista picked up her coffee, her smile more relaxed than it had ever been. “Xander, I told you. That bond is completely erased from my system p>
Xander shook his head. “Samantha looked like a harmless rabbit, but she had some serious venom in her. I didn’t see that coming p>
Trista’s lip curled in disgust at the mention of the name.
Having Cassian personally throw her into prison was exactly the karma she deserved.
“Cassian runs this city, yet he tripped over a woman like that. Throwing away a bond with you for someone like her? His leadership instinct’s must be totally shot Xander said, Sounding annoyed on her behalf.
“His instincts are fine, and he wasn’t under some spell,” Trista corrected him, her
tone as casual as if she were talking about the weather.
“He just had too much confidence because of how much I loved him. He thought I was his safety net p>
Cassian was certain she’d never leave. He believed that no matter how much he disrespected her feelings, she’d be right there to catch him.
Trista looked Xander in the eye. “Right now, just want to focus on my career. Romance is just an optional extra; I’m doing fine without it. I want to make enough money to look down the Silverlight Territory and make it permanent p>
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Xander gave her a look of pure respect. That kind of cold, sharp resolve was something he didn’t even see in most high-tier Alphas “Take a few days off, then we li start prepping for your medical column in September p>
Trista worked through her morning appointments until about 11:30 AM.
Elias brought Sayer in for a follow-up, and the little guy wouldn’t stop clinging to Trista’s side.
Afraid his son was interfering with her work, Elias made a thoughtful suggestion. “Dr. Holmes, if you don’t have lunch plans, Sayer and I will wait for you at the restaurant downstairs p>
Trista actually had something she wanted to discuss with him, so she agreed. An hour later, the three were at the restaurant.
Elias stepped out to take a phone call, and Trista pulled Sayer onto her lap.
“Sayer,” Trista said, her voice soft but firm. “I’m your godmother. From now on, you should call me ‘Godmom,’ okay p>
She hadn’t corrected him before because Sayer’s withdrawal was so severe back then; he needed the “Mother” figure to rebuild his basic senses.
But now that he was stable, she had to set boundaries.
Elias would eventually find a new partner and rebuild his family, and she didn’t want
a confusing title to cause trouble for them down the road.