Chapter 158
Chapter 158
Trista’s POV
It was already dark by the time I left Sanctum.
The night wind swirled up from the steps, carrying the damp chill of the city.
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Back in my car, I dug out the number of the antique collector who had bought my obsidian
cane.
I had to buy it back.
It wasn’t just objects to me; it was the mark of my bloodline, the last shred of dignity I wanted to protect after the Silverlight pack’s decline.
I called twice. No answer.
I ended up calling the middleman. His tone was evasive, only saying he’d call me back later.
When I got home, Cassian wasn’t back yet.
I showered, changed into my pajamas, and curled up in the corner of the sofa to wait.
The house was too quiet–so quiet I could hear the rhythm of my own heartbeat.
Paisley walked over, her voice barely a whisper. “Luna Trista, dinner is ready. I’m heading back
now p>
I stood up to walk her to the door.
Cassian didn’t like having Paisley living here long–term.
He only had Paisley come over to cook when needed and tidy up while he was away.
Just like everything else, he liked things controlled, organized, and held firmly in the palm of his hand.
After Paisley left, my phone finally rang.
I picked it up instantly.
The person on the other end told me, in a clinical, business–like tone, that the obsidian cane had already been sold to another buyer for a much higher price.
In that second, the strength left my body.
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My emotions exploded. “We signed a sales contract! I have the right of first refusal to buy those back. Why didn’t you notify me before selling my property to someone else p>
The man’s attitude was as cold as stone. “The cane was sold for a higher offer. If you want to pursue this, Ms. Holmes, feel free to take the contract to court p>
He hung up.
I gripped my phone, my mind a tangled mess, feeling as though a pack of wolves was howling inside my head.
If I couldn’t get that cane back, I would never forgive myself.
The sound of the lock turning came from behind me.
I whipped around.
Cassian walked in carrying a black briefcase. I recognized it immediately—it was the exact case that held the cane set.
My fingertips went ice–cold.
I realized then that the “higher bidder” who had snatched my cane away was him.
I lunged at him, reaching for the case.
Cassian blocked me with one hand, his tone as calm as if he were soothing a frantic rush. I’ll open it for you p>
pup.
“Don’t
He led me into the small vault inside the dressing room. After a fingerprint scan, the metal door slid open silently.
It was as cold as a stone cellar inside, smelling of metal and crisp currency.
He set the case on the counter and opened it, letting me confirm the cane was there.
Seeing the full set made my heart lurch.
Under the lights, the obsidian gave off a dark, shadowy glint–like the night itself had been solidified into stone.
Once I confirmed they were real, I snapped the case shut and tried to walk away with it.
But the moment I turned, Cassian clamped his hand around my wrist.
He didn’t use brute force, just enough–the casual grip of an Alpha that makes you feel
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completely immobilized.
He smoothly took the case back from my hand, turned around, and locked it inside the safe.
The lock engaged.
The sound felt like a cold, final judgment.
My emotions finally hit the breaking point. The mating bond yanked at my chest, aching from the sheer force of my anger. “Cassian, I’m back. I’m here. You have to give that cane back to me p>
Cassian turned around, took both of my hands in his, and looked at me steadily.
After a long pause, he finally spoke, his voice deep and clear. “Trista, consider that money a form of compensation for your parents. I did buy the cane back for you, and I do intend for it to be yours. But for now, I will be the one keeping it p>
My breathing turned ragged, my voice shaking with rage.
I couldn’t help but scream. “That money was the money I got for my mother’s cane! It has nothing to do with you p>
Cassian corrected me flatly, as if stating a fundamental law. “But the money is currently in your family’s hands. And the obsidian cane? I’m the one who bought them back p>
“You bought it back, but you have no intention of actually giving it to me!” I shouted.
Cassian let out a sigh, as if pushing down the last of his patience.
His voice dropped low. “Trista, do you know why I’m not giving it to you right now p>
The fire in my chest flared, the bond tightening until it felt like it was strangling my emotions.
I screamed at him, my voice nearly breaking. “Because you want to control me! Because you’re a total bastard p>
I expected him to snap back, to be hurt by my words, but he wasn’t.
Faced with my complete loss of control, his expression actually hardened, turning cold. His eyes went pitch black.
“Because while your body is back, your heart isn’t p>
He stared me down, his words clear and agonizingly cruel. “The day you truly return to your place as Luna Trista… that is the day I will personally hand this cane back to you 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.