Chapter 393
Chapter 393
Finished
Third Person’s POV
Trista took a deep breath, pushing down the last of her emotions. Her voice held a note of exhausted relief. “Cassian, I brought you here because I didn’t want the headache of dealing with your death. Between your grandfather and you, I just want to be left alone. Can you please just let me go p>
Cassian finally snapped.
Ignoring the agonizing heat of his stitches ripping open again, he threw himself off the bed.
He intercepted her like a cornered beast, blocking her path and locking onto her scent, desperate for even a shred of hesitation in her eyes.
‘I’m hurt… I just wanted you to stay with me. I wanted to smell like you again. I never planned on using my father to pressure you,” he panted. That raw, male instinct to be comforted by a mate made him look pathetic and small.
Trista frowned in disgust, completely ignoring his pheromones‘ plea for attention. “If you don’t like the nurses, hire new ones. I’ve already paid your bill in full. If you want some kind of compensation, as long as it’s reasonable, I’ll sign the check p>
Cassian’s shoulders slumped. He grabbed her arm again, his voice vibrating with a breakdown. “I want you! I don’t give a damn about the nurses! Stop being so cold to me, please p>
They stood inches apart, the air thick with the smell of blood, antiseptic, and two clashing auras.
Trista’s reply was flat. “The way I’m treating you now isn’t even a tenth of how you treated me back then p>
As the words left her mouth, her scent vanished. She became a ghost to his senses.
Cassian’s hand slowly slid off her arm, and Trista walked away without looking back.
“Trista!” Cassian roared at her retreating figure. “I know I screwed up! I’m not asking for forgiveness right now, but when I’m trying to talk to you, can you at least give me a real answer p>
Trista stopped and turned around.
As her temper flared, her crisp, herbal scent turned sharp and jagged, weighing down every inch of the hospital room.
“You think I’m not ‘giving you an answer? At least I’m still acknowledging your existence p>
She looked him dead in the eye, her gaze as cold as the L.A. canyons at midnight. “Compared to when we were mated and you treated me like literal air–no communication, no respect–I’m being a saint right
now p>
She didn’t give him another look. She walked out.
Cassian collapsed onto the edge of the bed, his hands white–knuckled against the frame.
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Chapter 393
He was as pale as a sheet, his upper body swaying as if he were about to crumble.
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When the nurses walked in and saw the fresh blood soaking through his bandages, they panicked and ran for the lead doctor.
By the time Alistair arrived, the doctor had finished re–stitching the wounds and started an IV.
Cassian was propped up in bed, his eyes dark and lethal as they swept toward the door.
Alistair was leaning back in his wheelchair, looking casual and dangerously elegant. He had actually changed into a striking, dark red suit just to visit the sickroom, radiating the energy of a top–tier Alpha.
He narrowed his eyes at Cassian’s wrecked state and let out a soft, mocking chuckle.
Cassian’s voice was like broken glass. “You could have ended that fight way earlier. You waited until Trista umped in to shield you just so I’d have to take those hits. What do you get out of seeing me bleed p>
Alistair’s handsome, movie–star face twisted into a wicked smirk. “If you don’t learn the hard way, you’ll never realize exactly where you went wrong p>
Cassian’s face went sub–zero.
Alistair idly flicked his obsidian beads, twisting the knife. “You should be thanking me. If it wasn’t for this
ttack, you wouldn’t be lying in a VIP suite right now. And hey–your ex–wife was the one who brought
you in p>
The word “ex–wife” hit Cassian like a physical blow.
He glared at Alistair. “You used yourself as bait to flush out your rivals. That’s your mess. But don’t you lare drag Trista into your pack’s power struggles p>
Alistair’s smile vanished, his gaze turning sharp. “How did you get there so fast last night anyway p>
Their eyes locked. Cassian looked away, sounding annoyed.
This is L.A. If I can trap your rivals on the outer loop highway, it’s not exactly hard to figure out Trista was n trouble at the Shadowfangs p>
Alistair didn’t push it. He just changed the subject. “Your grandfather went to Shadowfang this morning. He and my grandfather were screaming at each other so loud I thought the roof was going to cave in p>
He continued, “Technically, your injury is on me. Shadowfang will cover all medical bills and compensation p>
“I didn’t get hurt for you. I don’t want your money,” Cassian said, his face a mask of indifference. “Just stay away from Trista. That’s all I want p>
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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.