LOGINThird Person's POVThe second the elevator doors completely shut, Trista slumped weakly against the metal wall. She took deep, heavy breaths, patting her chest as her heart felt like it was going to pound right out of her throat.She couldn't even fathom how she was going to face this relentlessly lingering Alpha day in and day out once she went back to work at the healing center after the holidays.After suffering through Cassian's betrayal and insanity in her past life, she had planned to completely lock her heart away in this one and just pour everything into her medical career.But who would've thought that thanks to a freak mix of alcohol and accidents, she'd actually end up sleeping with this guy a while back?Now look at the mess she was in.Xander was finding excuses to "drop by" her apartment building every couple of days. If this kept up, her parents were bound to catch them red-handed sooner or later.Over an hour later at
Third Person's POVEdwin squeezed her shoulder, his tone dead serious. "From now on, as long as you keep your mouth shut about your dirty past, no one will ever be able to dig it up."Samantha stared hard at her brand-new passport and files, tears of pure excitement practically spilling over.With this flawless new identity, she never had to worry about high society finding out she was once married. She didn't have to stress about that bastard child becoming a dead weight dragging down her climb to power.Now, she was a refined, highly educated socialite with a spotless background—a top student who busted her ass doing advanced studies in Europe.This new identity was her perfect stepping stone back into top-tier elite circles—maybe even to mating with a pureblood Alpha King.A little after 8:00 PM. The moonlight was bright and clear.Wynn drove her sports car all the way to Trista's high-end apartment building and dropped
Third Person's POVHayden rushed over and helped Lizzie up. Seeing her daughter's swollen cheek and the blood on her mouth broke her heart. Tears welled up in her eyes, and her fierce mother-wolf instincts completely took over.She stood up tall and glared down at Edwin, who was still pinned to the floor. Her eyes burned with rage. "By pack rules, a daughter can't lay a hand on her own father. But I sure can!"Hayden grabbed a barbed riding crop off the mantel. Gritting her teeth, she put her entire body weight into it and viciously whipped Edwin across his back and shoulders!The barbed whip sliced sharply through the air. The pain was so intense that the veins on Edwin's forehead bulged. He thrashed around pathetically, screaming for his guards.Out in the hall, however, the werewolf guards could feel the terrifying clash of Alpha auras inside. Not a single one of them was stupid enough to rush in and interfere.The defeated Alpha King had absolutely zero dignity left.The massive c
Third Person's POVThe heavy doors closed again. Humphrey watched his boss return to his desk without a change in expression and casually resume reviewing documents. The admiration in his heart surged like a raging river.That so-called "wedding photo" was obviously deliberately photoshopped by the tech department on Alpha Cassian's orders, purposely left in a security loophole for Samantha to "sneak a peek" at.Cassian used these tactics of "borrowing a knife to kill" and "diverting the disaster" with absolute mastery, drawing blood without leaving a single trace.About ten minutes later, by the street opposite the Ironthorns headquarters building.Rowena got into the Aston Martin with a dark face. Sitting in the back seat, her mother, Mrs. Porter, hurriedly leaned over and asked, "How did it go? What did Alpha Cassian say?"Rowena furiously yanked off her silk scarf. "Damn it, this has absolutely nothing to do with Cassian!""That c
Third Person's POVWynn's heart skipped a beat. She shook her head frantically like a rattle, absolutely refusing to admit a thing.Right at that moment, the waiter walked over carrying their delicate Italian appetizers.Wynn looked like she had just been granted a royal pardon. She guiltily pushed a salad in front of Trista and quickly changed the subject. "Trista, eat up! We're meeting Victoria this afternoon to go horseback riding at her estate and blow off some steam."2:30 PM. Downtown Los Angeles. Ironthorn Group Headquarters.Inside the CEO's office, the rapid clicking of high heels against marble echoed loudly as Rowena stormed in, looking ready for a fight.Humphrey had completely failed to stop the heiress. He stepped back awkwardly beside the heavy wooden desk and gave a slight bow. "Alpha Cassian, my apologies..."Cassian looked up from a stack of international territory approval documents and slowly set down his high-end
Third Person's POVTrista was completely baffled at this point.She was obviously the one who had used George and Angela behind the scenes to trick Samantha into coming back from abroad. Why was Samantha so absolutely convinced that Rowena was the culprit?No wonder Samantha had only looked at her with wariness and caution earlier, without a single trace of hatred.Rowena was entirely speechless; her high-society upbringing vanished in an instant.She pointed right at Samantha's nose and warned, "Even if you are Alpha Cassian's first love, don't you dare act so arrogant in front of me! If you don't give me a clear explanation for this slap today, I'll definitely teach you some manners on Cassian's behalf!"Samantha scoffed coldly, glaring at her viciously. "So you're Rowena.""You're the bitch who tricked me into coming back, sowing discord in front of Cassian to make him misunderstand me! I saw it clearly on his computer; your photo
Third Person's POVThe elevator doors slid open, and the warm hallway light flooded in, tracing a soft, glowing edge around the hem of Trista's light-colored skirt.She walked to Alaina's right while Wynn linked arms on her left, their footsteps creating a rhythmic clicking against the marble floor
Third Person's POVNovember 8th. Shortly after 7:30 PM.Night had fully claimed the Los Angeles skyline, drowning it in a deep, electric blue.The driveway of the hotel was bathed in the warm amber glow of recessed lights as a steady stream of luxury cars rolled into the drop-off zone, the rhythmic
Third Person's POVHoward's cane slammed into the floor.The sound wasn't loud, but it hit like a stone dropped into a void, swallowing every other noise in the room.Wilmot's finger froze in mid-air; Alaina's shoulders gave a small, involuntary flinch.Howard's eyes—clouded with age yet still razo
Third Person's POVLeaving the Royal Court Hotel, Cassian drove to the West Side.The bakery was hidden in an unremarkable alley with a small storefront. Warm yellow light spilled from the window, looking exceptionally quiet against the late autumn night.The owner was a human woman in her fifties,







