Chapter 128
Trista's POV
Cassian's brow knitted together.
He didn't back down; instead, he took a step inside.
As his foot crossed the threshold, the mangled bond in my chest gave a violent yank. My wolf felt cornered, snapping back with a feral resistance.
My emotions finally hit the breaking point. I lunged forward to snatch the cake from his hands, my voice rising to a shout. "I told you to take it and get out!"
Cassian set the cake down and, with a smooth motion, kicked the door shut behind him.
The heavy thud of the door sounded like my last exit being sealed off.
The next second, he clamped a hand over my wrist—his grip was restrained, yet it held that habitual, Alpha aura he used so effortlessly.
His gaze locked onto mine, trying to pierce through every layer of my rejectio
