Chapter 363
Third Person’s POV
Trista: “That check Howard gave you six years ago—was it really stolen p>
Samantha: “A check for that much? I’d never seen that many zeros in my life. You think I’d just let someone take it? It’s been sitting in my private offshore account the whole time p>
Trista: “Who is Algernon’s biological father p>
Samantha: “Don’t even bring up that loser. If I’d known his family was going bankrupt, I never would’ve bothered sleeping with him. He’s trash. He couldn’t even compare to Cassian at all p>
Trista: “Crispin never did anything to you. Why did you kill him p>
Samantha: “Blame that old bastard at Ironthorn! He threatened Cassian-said if he stayed with me, the inheritance would go to that half-blood brat. Why should he get anything? Everything that belongs to Ironthorn belongs to my son p>
Trista: “So you had him taken out p>
Samantha: “I didn’t get my own claws dirty. I just gave a cleaner fifty grand to move the warning signs at the ski resort. It’s not my fault the kid was low-born. Dying in an ‘accident’ was exactly what he deserved p>
The recording played on. The bloody truth fermented in the air, clashing with the scent of expensive wine.
The room exploded. The guests weren’t just looking at Samantha with contempt anymore—they were looking at her like a rabid dog waiting for its execution.
Seeing the ship sinking, Georgia quickly suppressed her arrogant pheromones. She grabbed George and Angela, and the three of them tried to slink through the crowd toward the exit.
Their faces were ghostly pale as they whispered curses, already plotting how to vanish before the Ironthorn enforcers locked down the building.
Isaiah let out a bone-chilling laugh. “Damn. That’s not an omega; that’s a venomous coyote. That rot is so foul I think my wolf is gonna gag p>
Fred shot a look at Wynn, who immediately moved to steady a pale Alaina. Wynn released a constant stream of soothing energy, trying to keep her mother from shifting out of pure, unadulterated rage.
Across the chaotic room, Cassian’s eyes met Trista’s for a split second.
His Alpha’s pupils were a turbulent, dark red—a mix of self-loathing and raw violence. Trista’s expression didn’t change. Her cool gaze lingered for exactly one second before she looked away.
Samantha’s brain went into a total blackout. Her senses quit on her.
She didn’t remember saying any of those things, and she couldn’t wrap her head around how her death warrant had been turned into a public broadcast.
When she finally snapped out of it, she went into a frenzy. She shrieked, lunging toward the long table to smash the recorder.
But Humphrey was way ahead of her.
He snatched the device, backed into a clear space, and cranked the volume to the
max.
Samantha’s recorded confession thundered through the ballroom on a loop, each repetition a fresh death sentence.
Samantha looked at Cassian in desperation, then whipped around to glare at Trista.
Her wolf were backed into a corner of self-destruction. She pointed a shaking finger at Trista, letting out a piercing wail. “You bitch! It was you! You used some sick witchcraft to frame me p>
She crawled to Cassian’s feet, sobbing, trying to grab the hem of his pants. Her voice was a ragged rasp, Cassian believe me these recordings are fakes would never do something that horrible! You know me p>
Cassian’s face was a mask of cold fury. He jerked his leg back, kicking her away like she was something filthy. “Even now, you think I will believe that bullshit p>
On cue, two Ironthorn guards dragged a burly, scarred man into the room and threw him at Samantha’s feet.
At the sight of the man, Samantha’s scent turned into the stench of pure terror. She went white as a sheet.
The man, Dominic, started shouting immediately. “You crazy bitch! Tell them to let me go, or I’m telling them every single dirty thing you paid me for p>
Samantha shook her head violently, her hands waving in the air. “Cassian, I don’t know him! I’ve never seen this rogue in my life p>
“You lying slut p>
Dominic roared, his eyes bulging. “We had a deal! I kill Crispin, and when you get back to L.A. and bag your Alpha, you give me another fifty grand You stiffed me on the cash, and now you don’t know með
Prip
your throat out p>
Samantha whimpered, trying to shrink behind Cassian. “Cassian, I don’t know him, please make him go away p>
Cassian didn’t even look at her. He just gave a slow, cold clap.
The ballroom doors swung open again, and another man walked in.
Cassian looked down at Samantha, his Alpha pressure so cold it felt like it was freezing the oxygen in the room.
His voice was a hoarse, lethal whisper. “You don’t know Dominic? Fine. But this man… surely you recognize his scent p>
“Ainsley p>
The second Samantha saw the man stepping out of the shadows, fear choked her.
She was like a panicked bird, her nails clawing at the floorboards as she tried to retreat into the corner.
The man named Ainsley was
well-dressed, but he wrinkled his
nose in disgua
as he approached
her looking at her like she was a pile
of rotting meat. “Samantha. It’s been
a few years. I see you’re still the same bitch, always ready to wag your tail for whoever’s on top p>