Chapter 421
Chapter 421
Third Person’s POV
Cassian’s composure didn’t just crack; it completely imploded. The commanding Alpha aura he usually wielded was gone, replaced by a raw, pathetic desperation.
He lunged forward, crushing Trista into his chest with enough force to fuse their bones together.
He ignored her struggling, his pheromones a chaotic, bitter wreck of pain that felt like it was drowning her.
“We
grew up in this pack together!” he choked out. “All those nights under the moon, every scent we shared–does none of that matter to you anymore? Those three years we were mated, we had real moments of happiness. You know we did p>
His voice was muffled against her, vibrating with a tremor that suggested he was seconds away from a total blackout. “Trista, please. Trust me one more time. My wolf… he hasn’t known a second of peace since your scent started fading. I swear, I’ll never hurt you again p>
Trista couldn’t budge. The primal weight of an Alpha’s hold was suffocating.
“Cassian, you don’t love me,” she shot back. “You just want absolute possession without the soul–searching. Your idea of happiness is just the physical high of mating. You can get that from anyone. Just let me go p>
“That’s not true!” Cassian’s eyes were bloodshot, his voice a literal wail of agony. “Trista, I’m begging you— don’t look at me like I’m just some guy on the street p>
He tightened his grip, his possessiveness turning the air thick and stifling. “Come home! Back to our pack! I only want you. My soul only recognizes you. I’ve never felt that sense of belonging with anyone else. It’s only ever been you p>
Trista’s voice remained flat and clinical. “Cassian, you’re about to get engaged to Rowena Porter. That’s how the high–tier politics work. Eventually, we’ll both move on. Get a grip. This little Alpha meltdown is just trashing the pack’s order and making my life difficult p>
“I’m not marking any other woman,” he argued stubbornly. “I only want you. Just tell me–what part of myself do I have to cut out? What price do I have to pay for you to forgive me p>
Trista was starting to bruise from the pressure of his arms.
She realized she had to de–escalate this predator before he snapped for real. She forced her tone to soften. trying to appeal to his ego.
“Cassian, you were always the composed one. The dignified Alpha who commanded the room. You weren’t like this. Can’t you just p>
“That was before!” he roared, the sound ripping from the back of his throat.
He loosened his grip slightly, looking down at her with eyes so red they looked like they were bleeding
“Before, I thought you were my destiny!” he sobbed. “I thought you were never going to leave me! ”
Chapter 421
+5 Pearls
Their eyes locked for a heartbeat before Trista looked away, unable to stomach the heavy, storm–cloud scent of his despair.
Once, she had believed that too. She’d believed she would never leave him–not even in death.
But the silence was a fuse. Her refusal to answer ignited the frantic energy in his blood.
The air around him grew heavy and jagged, like the static before a lethal lightning strike.
“Why?” Cassian spiraled, the red light in his eyes flickering wildly. “Why can you be so soft with everyone else, but with me, you won’t even give me a scrap of your old self? Just because I messed up, you won’t even give me a chance to fix it p>
He let out a jagged, animalistic whimper. “Trista… are you trying to use this cold shoulder to literally kill me? ”
By the end, he had no dignity left.
He stood before her, shoulders slumped, eyes bloodshot–a broken Alpha stripped of his pride. His voice shook uncontrollably. “Trista… please. Just come home with me p>
Hot tears spilled from his eyes, hitting the back of Trista’s hand. They felt like they were scalding her skin. Trista looked at the broken beast in front of her, glanced at the SUV nearby, and decided to play along.
“Fine,” she said, leaning into the lie. “I’ll do what you want. Stop crying. I’m taking you home p>
Cassian’s eyes flashed with a sudden, desperate hope, like a drowning man catching a life raft. But his Alpha instincts – still sharp despite the chaos–immediately flared with a deep, gnawing suspicion.
Trista met his gaze and reached out to take his arm. she intentionally suppressed her fear, letting her scent turn soft and soothing. “You just got out of the ER for a stomach hemorrhage this morning, and now you’re losing it in a parking lot. I have some food in the fridge. I’ll go back and make you something hot p>
When he stayed frozen, she took a final gamble–she wrapped her arms around his waist and buried her face in his chest, right in the middle of that thick, metallic scent of blood and desperation.
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Sara Lili
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.