Chapter 101
Trista's POV
Cassian instantly gripped my hands. The heat of his palm carried the innate control of an alpha, subtly reminding me that he could handle the situation, and me.
"Samantha is gentle. She hates confrontation."
He spoke with the flat certainty of someone stating a fact. "She sought you out with good intentions, trying to mend the relationship, trying to achieve peace."
For a moment, I almost burst out laughing.
My scent gland grew hot. A sharp, cold edge of pheromones leaked out uncontrollably—like a flash of steel, which I immediately recalled and buried deep.
I looked up at him, my voice hard as ice. "Achieve peace between your Luna and your breeder? Cassian, do you even listen to yourself?"
The shadows in the hallway corner were suffocating. We stared at ea
