Chapter 338
Third Person’s POV
Cassian watched her in silence for a long moment.
“I’m sending an omega named Paisley over to handle the day-to-day stuff,” he said. “If you need anything, tell her p>
Samantha stood there, her anxiety manifesting as she nervously picked at her palms.
She didn’t want a babysitter; she wanted cash that she could use in the L.A. underground.
Seeing her plan fall apart, Samantha let her body go limp, collapsing to the floor like a puppet with its strings cut.
She grabbed the hem of Cassian’s pants, the sour, sharp scent of a stressed rogue rolling off her. “Cassian, my head is spinning. I haven’t slept in days. I’ve seen so many regular healers and nothing works. Can’t you please ask your Luna, Trista? Ask her to prescribe me something—the kind of meds only a Senior Healer can access p>
Cassian hesitated, then nodded. “I’ll see what I can do p>
A faint smile touched Samantha’s lips. Before leaving, Cassian offered a low, reassuring word. “I’ve been buried in pack business lately and I’ve neglected you. Get some rest. Once things settle down, I’ll find a proper place for you p>
As soon as Cassian left, Samantha climbed up off the floor.
She knew it. As long as that kid was around, Cassian would never be able to cut the tie.
Cassian headed back to the Ironthorn house.
The moment he walked through the door, Wilmot and Alaina were on him.
“Cassian, the entire city is watching this case with Trista,” Alaina said, her face grim.
“Alistair is squeezing us on the business side, and you’ve seen Elias’s legal team. If you keep stalling, a court summons is going to be pinned to the Ironthorn boardroom table. I need an answer now p>
Wilmot followed up with a roar. “Look at how she’s acting! Protecting foreign wolves, hanging out with men who challenge our authority-if this keeps up p>
“Dad!” Cassian cut him off, his dark gold eyes flashing with annoyance. “Trista is my Luna. You will not talk about her like that p>
Wilmot jumped to his feet, his Alpha temper exploding. “A she-wolf whose heart isn’t with this pack doesn’t belong in it! Make her sign the papers, give her nothing, and kick her out of L.A. for good p>
Cassian’s expression went terrifyingly dark.
He stood up slowly, his voice steady and immovable. “Even if the entire pack stands against me, I am not leaving Trista p>
Back at the office near the end of the day, Humphrey saw the last of the partners out and stepped into Cassian’s office.
“I just heard from Paisley,” Humphrey whispered. “Samantha used the grocery store as an excuse to get out. She borrowed a stranger’s phone and made a call p>
Cassian’s pupils snapped into pinpricks. “Did you get the number p>
Humphrey shook his head. “The person on the other end knows how to hide. Paisley lost them p>
Cassian’s fingers drummed against the mahogany desk as a thought struck him. He grabbed his coat and bolted out of the office.
Cassian made it home before Trista.
He showered, changed into a comfortable robe, and ordered all of her favorite dishes for dinner.
Around 7:00 PM, just as Trista was reaching for the door, it slid open from the inside.
She was so surprised to see Cassian looking calm—almost submissive—that she didn’t even know how to react.
He didn’t trap her with his Alpha pressure like usual. Instead, he reached out and gently steadied her shoulders as she walked in.
Then, for the first time ever, he personally set out her slippers for her.
Trista felt a chill run down her spine. Her guard went up instantly. “Cassian, what the hell are you up to now p>
He didn’t say a word. He just lightly tapped her ankle with his warm fingers,
gesturing for her to change her shoes.
“I ordered that grilled fish you like. Go wash up; let’s eat p>
Trista walked toward the dining room, her mind racing.
The food smelled incredible, but she didn’t relax for a second.
“I’m not hungry,” Trista said, clearing her throat and leaning back in her chair. “Just
say whatever it is you want to say and stop acting like this p>
Cassian watched her. She looked like a cornered animal-acting tough while dearly being freaked out. His gaze a arkened as he pushed plate
of soup toward her.
“Trista, do you remember that small town we visited for our second anniversary p>
She stared at him. “Why are you bringing that up p>
“A kid from the local inn went
missing. Before the cops even got
there, you invaded the suspect’s
mind and used deep hypnosis,
make him give up the location, Cassian leaned in, his pupils narrowing into dangerous lines. “Remember?” Content bétongs
Trista shoved his hand away, her eyes full of suspicion.
Cassian grabbed her wrist, and for the first time, the proud Alpha actually lowered his head. “I need you to treat’ Samantha,” he said, his voice low want you to use that hypnosis the kind that messes with the nervous system-to dig out the truth buried in her subconscious p>
Trista yanked her hand back as if he’d burned her. “No way p>