LOGINThird 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 POVSamantha's eyes flickered violently, her fingernails digging so hard into her palms they almost broke the skin hidden beneath her sleeves.Gritting her teeth, she lowered her voice and pleaded with Wynn, "Miss Simmons, I know there are some misunderstandings between Cassian and me right now. Can you do me a favor for old times' sake and pull some strings so I can see him just once?"Wynn looked at her like she had just heard the most ridiculous joke in the world and couldn't help but scoff. "You want to see my brother? Sure—wait until your next life when you reincarnate as a high-tier wolf.""You—!" Samantha choked with rage, her chest heaving violently.Knowing she wasn't going to get anywhere with the little princess of the Simmons family, Samantha simply gritted her teeth. She viciously shoved Trista and Wynn out of her way, stomping past them in a furious, pathetic mess on her crooked high heels.Trista let
Third Person's POVAt that moment, the few wealthy ladies lingering around the lobby who hadn't refunded their memberships yet overheard this juicy high-society secret. They couldn't help but point fingers and curse at Edwin right on the spot:"I've really lived long enough to see it all. Who would've thought Alpha Edwin could be so foolish? Throwing away his own outstanding, biological daughter for a mistress in her fifties.""Exactly. Everyone in our circle knows how much Hayden sacrificed to prop up the Blackthorns back in the day. For this man to just turn around and bite the hand that fed him... he's the ultimate scumbag!""No way, I need to go home right now and tell my mate to cut off all business ties with the Blackthorns. A man with zero respect for his bonds deserves to have his cash flow snap, go completely bankrupt, and sleep under a bridge!""My husband has been negotiating a huge development project with Blackthorn recently too. I hav
Third Person's POVRight at that exact moment, Madison appeared at the entrance of the spa lobby.She originally had an appointment today for a full-body aromatherapy oil treatment.Samantha practically scrambled toward her on her hands and knees, as if she had just spotted her last lifeline."Madison! Please, help me call the cops!" she begged pitifully. "These crazy women barged in, beat me up, and trashed the shop!"Madison was clearly freaked out by the bloody scene. She snuck a glance at the fiercely intimidating Hayden standing nearby, then locked eyes with Lizzie, who looked like she was ready to eat someone alive.As a member of a fringe family that relied on larger packs to survive, Madison's survival instincts kicked into maximum overdrive.She took a massive step back in sheer disgust, throwing up her hands. "Excuse me, who are you? I'm just here for a body treatment. Do I even know you?"Ignoring Samantha's look of
Third Person's POVCassian's deep, dark gold eyes never left Trista for a single second.Watching her react like she was facing down a deadly enemy, looking incredibly guilty, a suffocating panic gripped his chest.The string of sanity in his mind tangled into an absolute mes
Third Person's POVCassian pulled his gaze back, looking Fred up and down with an unreadable expression. "You certainly have a natural talent for sucking up to the elders."Fred's grin practically reached his ears. "Of course. And look who I'm doing it for."The two of them b
Trista's POVCassian never came back to the Ironthorn Pack that night. He didn't come home.For the next three days, I stayed with my mother at the Healing Center.My father, Randolph, insisted I needed rest. He said Mom's condition was stable.Only when it was late did I finally relax a bit. I dro
Trista's POVRain tapped against the windowpane. It was a low, mournful sound, like the night sighing, making the quiet evening feel heavy.I sat alone on the spacious balcony. My fingers aimlessly traced patterns on the tablecloth.My gaze kept flicking to the empty chair across from me. Hope and







