Chapter 80
Cassian's POV
"Shut up."
I snapped the command low. My gland tightened, pheromones briefly surging along my neck, then violently suppressed. The cold Alpha aura filled the space between us.
The air went dead silent.
I pulled out a tissue, looking down, and began vigorously wiping the wedding band.
Trista was meticulous about cleanliness; she never let anyone touch her belongings casually.
If she saw this, she would be disgusted.
My wolf would be too.
I scrubbed the ring hard, trying to strip away every trace of the foreign scent.
My actions were clearly a provocation to Samantha.
She lost control, grabbing my arm, her voice dissolving into sobs. "Cassian, you love me, not Trista! Look, even your wedding rings don't match!"
I threw her hand off, slipping the cleaned r
