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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?"
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."
"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!"
Wilmot's tone turned cold and commanding. "When she was the Ironthorn Luna, she had status in this city. Now? She's a nobody."
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?"
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!"
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?"
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."
Cassian looked at him. "Is it that you don't want to bond, or you just haven't met the right one?"
"Did you meet the right one when you picked Trista?" Fred shot back.



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