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Chapter 237
Third Person’s POV
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Wynn was vibrating with pure rage. “Trista, have you lost your mind? You’re actually protecting her? I saw it with my own eyes–she was trying to spike your drink! Just make that guy stuff out of his pocket and we’ll see who’s lying p>
Seeing the situation spiral, Fred rushed over and dragged a hysterical Wynn to the side.
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“That’s enough,” he hissed, trying to talk her down. “Like it or not, Samantha is Algernon’s mom. You have to give Cassian some modicum of Alpha dignity p>
Wynn was barely kept in check, leaving Trista standing there with her shirt literally soaked in cold sweat.
She looked at a catatonic Samantha, feeling a wave of exhaustion. “Didn’t you say you weren’t feeling well?” she prompted, her voice dry.
Samantha snapped out of it, grabbing onto that excuse like a lifeline. She shot a timid, pleading look at Cassian. “Cassian… my scent glands feel a bit inflamed. Could you… could you drive me back to my apartment p>
Asking an Alpha to take you home right in front of his Luna–it was a move so transparent it was pathetic.
But to everyone’s shock, Cassian actually gave a curt nod.
He spared Trista one cold, unreadable glance before gesturing to Samantha. “Let’s go. I’ll take you p>
Wynn looked like her head was going to explode. She started to lung forward again, but Fred physically hauled her back into the booth.
Trista watched them walk out side–by–side, her expression as flat as a dead calm sea. Not a single spark of jealousy flickered in her eyes.
Cassian had just spent days swearing he’d send Samantha away, promising to fix their mating- and then, in one move, he’d shredded any lingering sense of public decency in front of their entire social circle.
Honestly? She just hoped they’d go all the way. She wanted them to be so scandalous that the pack rules would be forced to break, saving her the energy of dragging out this dead–end relationship.
Isaiah walked over and clapped a hand on her shoulder. “Hey. I’ll get you home later p>
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Trista forced a small smile. “You drank four of Samantha’s yogurts today. You’re officially banned from calling her ‘Ugly Thing‘ from now on p>
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Isaiah snorted in disgust. “You’re the one who shoved them at me. What does that rogue have to do with anything p>
Trista just sighed. The guy’s logic was as bulletproof as it was brainless.
Fred, worried Trista was dying inside from the public humiliation, suggested they call it a night.
The four of them headed out to grab some late–night comfort food to take the edge off.
At the same time, around the corner from the Imperial Club, a black Bentley pulled into a dark, secluded parking spot and hummed to a stop.
The air in the back seat was so thick it was suffocating. Samantha was breaking out in a cold sweat, her pheromones spiking with pure panic.
Before Cassian could even open his mouth, she cracked. “Cassian, I’m so sorry. I should have told you sooner p>
Cassian sat in the shadows, silent as the grave. Samantha’s fingers fumbled with her phone until she pulled up a chat log. “Look–these were Trista’s orders. She’s the one who shoved that powder into my hand! She threatened me! She said if I didn’t spike your drink, she’d call Howard and have me dumped in the middle of nowhere to rot p>
Cassian lowered the window halfway, letting the biting night air rush in.
He lit a cigarette, leaning back against the headrest with his eyes half–closed, watching the amber glow burn in the dark.
His silence was deafening, and it broke Samantha completely. “Cassian, I swear on the Moon Goddess, I never wanted to hurt you! I was just looking for a safe way to tell you the truth. I was scared if I just blurted it out, it would ruin your mating bond… I didn’t know Wynn would catch me tonight p>
Cassian slowly flicked the ash, his voice sounding like cracking ice. “I have private business to take care of. Call yourself a cab p>
Samantha looked like she’d just been granted a stay of execution. She scrambled out of the car and disappeared into the night.
It was nearly dawn when Trista and Isaiah finally walked back to her apartment.
As the elevator doors opened, Isaiah looked at her with uncharacteristic seriousness. “If that bastard tries to get rough with you, hit the comms immediately. I’ll be over here to kick his ass
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Trista just rolled her eyes.
In her experience, Cassian only lost his cool for Samantha.
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When it came to her, he didn’t waste his breath–he just used that soul–crushing cold shoulder.
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Besides, she knew the drill. Samantha had definitely pinned the whole thing on her by now.
She wasn’t even going to try to hide. If this blow–up finally ended the contract, it was worth it.
When she stepped into the penthouse, the lights were blinding.
She kicked off her shoes and walked into the living room, only to find Cassian standing by the
wet bar.
He was wearing nothing but a dark silk robe, a glass in his hand, and his sharp, wolfish eyes were pinned to her like a predator watching its prey.
Trista frowned. It had been four or five hours since the party ended. Did he spend that time finishing the job at Samantha’s place, or did the plan fail?
They stood there in a silent standoff.
Trista, dying of thirst, started toward the bar. Surprisingly, Cassian reached out first, grabbed her favorite glass, and filled it halfway with room–temp water.
She hesitated, taking the glass from him. As she did, she caught a glimpse of a cold, razor–sharp smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. Her heart skipped a beat. “Something is wrong p>
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