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Cassian unloaded the luggage and offered a polite nod. "Randolph. Ulva."
Randolph let out a heavy sigh, his eyes colder than Cassian had ever seen them. "The bond is broken. From here on out, we go our separate ways. You don't need to step foot on Silverlight ground anymore."
Trista grabbed her suitcase and walked into the house without looking back.
As Ulva turned to follow, Cassian felt a surge of desperation. He couldn't help himself. "Mom," he called out.
Ulva stopped, her voice flat and distant. "Since you're no longer Trista's mate, I'm not your 'Mom.' Don't call me that again, Cassian."
Cassian froze.
He had grown up in Ironthorn, a world of power struggles and cold wars. It was only here, with the Silverlight family, that he had ever felt real warmth.
These two had treated him like their own son; they'd backed him when he first became Alpha and hunted for healing herbs whenever he was hurt.
Now, he had no right to even stand on their porch.
"I'll make you accept me again! I promise!" Cassian shouted at Ulva's back.
She paused for a second but didn't turn around.
Trista stood in the entryway, deciding to deliver the final blow. "Save your breath, Cassian. The second I asked the Moon Goddess to take back my vows, I was done. I'm never looking back."
She went to shut the door, but Cassian caught her wrist.
"Let go!" Trista snapped, wrenching herself free. "I'm sure Samantha will be 'miraculously cured' the second she hears you're single. Go celebrate with her, Alpha Cassian."
Standing in the sunset, Cassian felt so gutted by her sarcasm that he couldn't even find the words to fight back.
Inside the house, Randolph and Ulva hovered over Trista, their voices thick with nervous hope. "Is it really over? For good?"
Trista didn't say a word. She just set the severance papers with the Moon Seal on the table.
Randolph let out a long, shaky breath—the weight finally lifting from his shoulders.
Ulva sat on the sofa and pulled Trista into a tight hug, tears streaming down her face. "We don't need a cold-hearted Alpha like that. I'll find you someone who actually deserves you."
To comfort her parents, Trista just gave a compliant nod.
After dealing with Cassian's exhausting drama, she was completely over the idea of "mating bonds."
In this world, the heartless wolves were the ones who thrived, while the ones who loved deeply got torn to shreds.
From now on, she was done with cheap sweet talk. She wasn't running a charity for "misunderstood" men anymore. She was going to be her own backup.
While Trista was with her parents, Cassian stood outside the Silverlight Villa for a long time.
Humphrey finally bit the bullet and approached him. "Alpha Cassian... Miss Fernandez is making a scene again. She hasn't stopped calling."
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