Chapter 387
Chapter 387
Third Person’s POV
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Seeing 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 p>
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 p>
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 p>
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 still got her claws in Cassian and she won’t let go p>
Rowena arched a brow. “And your point is? ”
“She’s devious. She’s a pro at playing hard–to–get,” Madison said, piling on the dirt.
“She can’t stand to lose the Simmons family power, and she’s obsessed with the privileges Cassian gives her. She told me herself. She’s just playing you–she wants to watch the two of you destroy each other p>
Rowena looked Madison up and down before letting out a sharp, mocking cackle. “You think you can use me as a weapon against your little rival? ”
Madison panicked, taking a quick step back. “I was just giving you a heads–up. If you don’t believe me, forget I said anything p>
She turned and scrambled down the stairs.
Trista hadn’t even reached the staircase when a hand clamped onto her arm with brute force, yanking her into a private lounge.
The door slammed shut and the lock clicked. Instantly, Cassian’s long–suppressed, aggressive aura flooded the room.
He lunged toward her, his eyes shot through with blood vessels. “What exactly did Rowena say to you p>
Trista wrenched her arm free, her face full of disgust. “Just polite small talk. If you’re that paranoid, go interrogate her yourself p>
Cassian went quiet for a heartbeat, his tone softening into a desperate, almost humble plea. “Whatever she
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said about an alliance… ignore it. I am not getting engaged to her. Never p>
“Cassian, who you get engaged to is your Ironthorn business p>
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Trista’s eyes were as cold as leftover snow on a tundra. “Dial back this suffocating aura, move out of my way, and let me out p>
Faced with her total indifference, the beast inside Cassian finally shattered its cage.
He grabbed her shoulders, his movements as violent as a predator cornering prey, and slammed her against the wall.
“Why did you let Elias touch you?” His voice was a jagged rasp, scorched by a frantic, jealous rage. “Why did you let him hold you? His damn scent is all over you like mud on your fur. Smelling him on you makes my soul want to explode p>
In the small room, their two auras–once perfectly matched–crashed into each other.
The harder Trista fought, the tighter Cassian’s possessive instincts bound her.
Because they were so close, the physical heat triggered by being fated mates began to spike.
Trista’s forehead broke out in a thin sheen of sweat—a biological reaction to being forcibly enveloped by a dominant male’s scent.
She forced herself to stop fighting physically and looked him dead in the eye, his pupils now fully transitioned into scarlet slits. “Look at me, Cassian,” she said, puncturing his fantasy word by word. “The bond is dead. We are just two unrelated wolves now p>
She let out a mocking laugh, her gaze final. “I don’t care if Elias was just trying to help me today. Even if I slept in his bed tonight and let him leave a mark on me to drown out your rotting stench, it would be none of your business p>
That was the final straw. The logic in Cassian’s mind snapped. A haunting, guttural roar erupted from his throat. “Trista, I dare you to try it p>
They stared at each other, noses nearly touching, locked in a lethal stalemate.
Trista didn’t flinch. Instead, she leaned into the provocation. “Why wouldn’t I? All I have to do is drop a hint that I’m looking, and there’s a line of top–tier Alphas in this city waiting to get into my bedroom and leave a mark on my neck p>
The isolated wolf inside Cassian screamed.
His kiss came down like a punishment, heavy and desperate. His breathing was a hurricane, his arms like iron shackles as he crushed her against him.
His obsessive, sickly need for her was strong enough to feel like it might snap her bones.
His fingers–hands that were built to tear prey apart–reached back and accurately popped the hidden clasp of her gown.
Faced with the sheer gap in physical power, Trista’s struggle felt hollow.
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Feeling the dress loosen against her back, her heart leapt into her throat–the primal fear of a she–wolf acing a male who had truly lost his mind.
Cassian, you psycho p>
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Sara Lili
Sara Lili is a daring romance writer who turns icy landscapes into scenes of fiery passion. She loves crafting hot love stories while embracing the chill of Iceland’s breathtaking cold.