Chapter 351
Third Person’s POV
Wynn, her eyes red and puffy, cut Cassian off by his car.
“Cassian, do you even realize how she’s treated you all these years?” Wynn’s voice trembled. “You’re the one who broke the vows. You’re the one at fault! How can you let her walk away from Ironthorn with absolutely nothing p>
Faced with his sister’s interrogation, Cassian felt like a giant stone was crushing his chest. He couldn’t even breathe.
Without a word, he pushed past her, got into the car, and floored it.
Wynn gritted her teeth and marched back into the living room, only to hear Wilmot’s booming voice. “Cassian is done with that woman. I don’t want to see you hanging out with her anymore p>
“Dad, Cassian is the one who messed up!” Wynn stomped her foot in frustration. “It’s bad enough you’re taking his side, but you don’t get to tell me who my friends are p>
Wilmot’s tone turned cold and commanding. “When she was the Ironthorn Luna, she had status in this city. Now? She’s a nobody p>
Wynn opened her mouth to argue, but Alaina shut her down with a sharp look.
Howard, who had been silent until now, finally spoke up. “Wynn, how did that date go last week? The one we arranged for you p>
The anger Wynn had been trying to suppress flared up again. “I am never mating! If you think you’re going to use me for some pack alliance, forget it p>
She grabbed her keys and slammed the door behind her.
Late night, at the Imperial Club, Fred and Cassian were slumped on opposite sofas.
Fred swirled the amber liquid in his glass and asked casually, “So, what finally made you let go? Was it hearing the truth from her the other night p>
Cassian’s white dress shirt was unbuttoned at the collar. He was shrouded in shadow, looking like total hell.
He stared down at his drink and didn’t answer.
Trista’s words had cut deep.
In her eyes, he was a failure as a mate.
He had ignored her for too long; he owed her too much.
Right now, he just wanted to finish cleaning up the mess Samantha had left behind so he could go back to Trista with a clean slate and beg her for a second chance.
“You’re hiding from your family’s pressure abroad, and you have time to worry about my business?” Cassian said, pivoting the conversation.
Fred sighed, sinking into the sofa cushions. “I’m not done having fun yet. My dad’s trying to force me to settle down-it feels like he’s pushing me into a pit of fire p>
Cassian looked at him. “Is it that you don’t want to bond, or you just haven’t met the right one p>
“Did you meet the right one when you picked Trista?” Fred shot back.
Cassian’s grip tightened on his glass until his knuckles went white. “From the second decided to bond with her Oplanned on spending the rest of my life with her.” fo
Even now, that hadn’t changed.
On Wednesday, the Ironthorns officially announced the mating severance. It sent shockwaves through the werewolf community.
That afternoon, Trista met Elias at a restaurant.
“I didn’t expect Cassian to be so reasonable,” Elias said, adjusting his glasses.
“Now that the paperwork is handled, just let things take their natural course p>
He didn’t say “congratulations.” For a werewolf, severing a blood bond was always a brutal, draining process.
Trista, however, managed a relaxed smile. “I wanted to get everyone together to celebrate, but Alistair is out of the States. Either way, I really owe you for this p>
Without Elias’s help, the red tape of the severance process would have dragged on forever.
Elias gave her a polite smile. “You’re too kind. Alpha Cassian chose to end things with dignity; that’s best for everyone p>
He never tried to exert his pressure over Trista, nor did he badmouth Cassian. This lack of “predatory” energy gave Trista a sense of security she hadn’t felt in a long time.
Sayer, sitting next to his father, had been holding his breath.
Once the adults were done talking, the little pup tugged on his father’s sleeve and looked at Trista with wide watery eyes Daddy can Mommy help me pick out some cool hiking boots? I want to wear them to the next Full Moon gathering.
Elias looked at Trista and laughed.
“Sayer, you can always just ask me for stuff like that,” Trista said gently, ruffling his
hair.
The three of them left the restaurant and headed to a nearby mall.
Trista walked ahead, holding Sayer’s hand, while Elias patiently pushed the shopping cart behind them.
This exact scene was spotted by Samantha and her mother, Georgia, who were out shopping.
Samantha whipped out her phone and snapped several photos of their retreating backs before dragging her mother into the restroom to hide.
“No wonder she gave up the ‘Ironthorn Luna’ title so easily,” Georgia snarled, a low growl of contempt in her throat.
“She already had a Manwaring lined up. Bailing on a bond and moving on that fast? That she-wolf’s blood is ice cold p>
Samantha gripped her phone, her fingers shaking with excitement.
The bitch who was squatting on the Luna throne was finally gone. Her time had finally come.
“Samantha, you need to act like a real hunter,” Georgia warned. “Don’t let any other she-wolves catch the scent and beat you to him p>
Samantha shoved all her shopping bags into her mother’s hands. “Go home, Mom. I’m going to find Cassian p>