Trista’s POV
I tightened my grip on the glass, my knuckles turning slightly white.
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Cassian glanced at me, then spoke to Hera. “When Trist and I have a baby, you’ll be the first to know.”
He said it so naturally, as if nothing had ever happened between us.
Hera laughed and patted my hand. “You’ve been mated for three years. It’s time for a child. of Silverlight and Ironthorn–the Moon Goddess would be delighted.”
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Cassian’s gaze remained on my face. His tone was measured. “I’ll do my best.”
What I couldn’t stand the most was his performance in front of others, acting like a devoted, reliable mate.
As if the images I saw in the healing center hallway, the arguments from the Ironthorn old manor, and the Bloodline Certification he used on his elders meant nothing.
But I wouldn’t ruin the moment.
I wouldn’t throw out “I plan to terminate the mating contract” in front of Hera, putting her in an impossible position.
I placed my cup back on the coaster and changed the subject. “Hera, when are you heading back to LA? Please tell me in advance. I’ll pick you up.”
Hera had squeezed this visit into her tour schedule and couldn’t stay long. “Don’t worry. Next time I’m touring in LA, I’ll visit you and make sure you pull out your violin for a check–up.”
“I will,” I replied, forcing my smile to sound sincere.
Ten minutes passed quickly.
We walked Hera to the elevator.
The moment the doors closed, Hera was still waving at me. I kept my hand raised until the metal doors completely shut, then slowly lowered it.
I immediately shrugged off the hand he had placed on my shoulder.
The warmth of his palm still lingered. I just wanted to shake off the memory from that spot of skin.
Cassian reacted quickly. He grabbed my wrist, preventing me from walking toward the elevator. “Trista, we need to talk seriously.”
His fingers dug into my wrist bone. The grip wasn’t rough, but it had that familiar sense of control.
I tried to pull my hand away, but he tightened his hold.
The hallway was quiet. Only the emergency lights stretched back across the ceiling. The hotel’s ward suppressed both pheromones and sound.
No human footsteps. No scent of other werewolves.
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Chapter 59
“Will you walk yourself,” he stared at me, emotion churning in his eyes, “or do I need to carry you?”
I scanned the hallway, forcing my voice level. “Let go of me. I’ll walk.”
The moment we re–entered the suite, I heard the door ick shut behind me.
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I stood by the sofa in the sitting area. I didn’t sit down. didn’t let my aura extend an inch. I just looked at him, speaking every word clearly. “Cassian, my decision to terminate the mating contract is not rash or emotional. I genuinely want to leave you. I assume you’ve seen the termination agreement. I wil million dollars within one month. Aside from that, we have nothing to discuss.”
He walked toward me, stopping a step away. He looked me intently. “Did you touch your m obsidian cane?”
I turned my head, avoiding his gaze. “That’s my business. It has nothing to do with you.”
That obsidian cane was the symbol of the Silverlight Luna, a legacy Ulva had raised before the Moon Goddess’s altar.
It was engraved with our family’s ancient runes. I grew up with it.
Now, in his mouth, it was reduced to nothing but the weight of an “asset.”
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He frowned, a hint of unconcealed reproach in his voice. “That cane means everything to your mother. It’s the only thing left of Silverlight. How could you sell that obsidian cane just to terminate the mating contract with me?”
My meticulously controlled breathing faltered.
A rush of images flooded my mind: Ulva placing the came in my hand, asking me to consign it to the Moon Goddess–certified auction house. Her pale fingers, which had barely held onto anything truly her own for
years.
The thought made my eyes sting. My voice tightened. “If I don’t sell Mom’s cane and repay that million dollars, will you willingly terminate the mating contract with me?”
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