Chapter 397
Third Person’s POV
Cassian’s eyes were frantic, his voice splintering with every word. “It was all my fault… Just trust me one more time. I promise they will never bother you again p>
“Because Samantha was the woman you’d die to protect,” Trista said, her voice terrifyingly calm as she stripped away his last shred of dignity. “And I’m just the ex–wife you personally dragged through the mud p>
Cassian’s plea was almost pathetic. “Stop… Trista, I’m begging you p>
Trista didn’t flinch. Every word she spoke hit like a hammer. “Your grandfather and your father did all of that for you! You’re the Ironthorn Alpha–your attitude defines their stance. They only care about what you care about. If you don’t give a damn about me, why wouldn’t they feel free to trample all over us p>
She raised her voice, the question echoing through the living room. “Cassian, without your permission, how would they even dare p>
Cassian stared at her, feeling like his throat was filled with broken glass.
He tried to speak, but he realized that besides a hollow “I’m sorry,” he had absolutely no defense.
He slowly lowered his eyes, unable to look at the pure disgust on her face.
He dragged his heavy steps out of the Silverlight house, leaving a trail of blood from his soaked bandages.
Once in the car, Cassian slumped into the seat, his voice barely a whisper. “Take me to the packhouse p>
Wynn looked at her brother’s deathly pale face in the rearview mirror, her heart sinking.
Fred frowned, trying to talk sense into him. “Cassian, let’s handle one thing at a time. You’ve lost way too much blood. What if you don’t make it to the packhouse p>
Cassian closed his eyes, his breathing heavy. “If I die, just send me straight to the incinerator,” he muttered darkly. “It’s what she wants to see anyway p>
His mind was a loop of Trista’s accusations.
She hated him.
She hated him for starting wars with pack members to protect Samantha while leaving her to face every bit of malice alone. She hated him because his coldness back then was the very knife he’d handed his family.
He remembered the way Trista used to look at him from the corner of the room–eyes empty and hopeless–while he stood up to his grandfather for Samantha’s sake. The memory hit him like a physical toxin, making his entire body go numb with pain.
An hour later, the car slowly drove into the pack.
By the time Fred and Wynn hauled Cassian into the living room, Wilmot and Alaina were in the middle of
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a screaming match.
Finished
The floor was littered with shattered fruit platters, the sweet, rotting smell of smashed fruit mixing with the agitated pheromones of two Alphas.
The air was so thick it was hard to breathe, every inch of the space vibrating with that aggressive, Ironthorn–brand pressure.
Faced with the usual family toxicity, Cassian instinctively held his breath.
When the arguing couple saw their son appear–covered in blood and looking like a walking corpse–the fire died out instantly. They even reined in their pheromones.
An omega rushed forward to help, half–carrying Cassian’s weight. “Alpha Cassian, careful p>
“Are you insane?” Alaina’s voice trembled, her eyes instantly filling with tears.
She could smell the fractured, dying scent of a severely wounded wolf. “You should be in a hospital bed! Did you come home just to die p>
Cassian didn’t say a word. In the dim light, his bloodshot pupils occasionally flashed with a ghostly glint as he looked toward his father and grandfather.
Fred leaned in and whispered the details to Alaina; her face went ghost–white as she signaled the omega to call the pack doctor.
Cassian collapsed into the sofa.
When the doctor tore open his blood–soaked shirt, the metallic scent of copper filled the room.
The doctor’s expression was grim. “The stitches are completely gone. This level of blood loss is a massive strain even for an Alpha’s healing factor. He needs a hospital, now p>
Wilmot turned and roared, “Get the car ready! Move p>
Cassian didn’t budge. Even though he was white as a ghost, the dead–silent aura radiating from him stood
like a wall.
Wilmot pointed a finger at him, shouting, “You’re throwing your life away for that woman? How much longer is this going to go on p>
Cassian gritted his teeth against the agonizing rip in his abdomen. His voice was a jagged rasp. “Dad, who gave you permission to take guards to Silverlight? What the hell were you thinking p>
At the mention of Silverlight, Wilmot’s temper flared right back up.
His arrogance as the former Ironthorn head exploded in a wave of dominant pheromones. “Do you have any idea who the Simmons are in this city p>
He looked down at Cassian with total contempt. “I am the former Alphal I am your father! They treated me like a dog in public–that’s a direct hit on Ironthorn’s reputation! You’re so whipped by that woman you can’t even see straight. You actually have the nerve to come back here and question me p>
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Cassian’s lips curled into a cold, mocking smirk. “If you hadn’t gone there to act like a thug, they wouldn’t have had a reason to put you in your place p>
Wilmot’s face turned the color of raw liver.
“You ungrateful brat!” Wilmot raised his hand to deliver a slap, but the omega and Fred were faster, grabbing his arms and holding him back.
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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.